Civic Poems - Poems about Civic

In a land where kings once ruled, a new voice emerges at dawn. It's a quiet call, but clear, a reminder of a duty reborn. A young person hears the echo on sacred ground, whispering stories. No longer ruled by force, but guided by the song of freedom. They see elders gathering around a weathered box, both...

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I never doubted my gliding flight like a baby bird, I have always trusted the free winds of democracy. It offers justice for those whose freedoms are deferred. It grants inclusiveness to those so threatened by autocracy. I am just a poet, still believing synergy has wings, I am just a poet trusting economic popular will, a working-class autarky of mutual...

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Back in the day of exclusively straight white male ****-retentive missionaries, the Church Whether monoculturally Catholic (which may become an oxymoron one enlightened day) or Protestant, But certainly not polytheistically ecstatic, like a perfect Thanksgiving meal shared with EarthMother's sacred deeply co-passionate mutually resonant and co-invested convivial people Proclaimed religious education in response to local questions, and questionable behaviors and thoughts and feelings, moral and legal dilemmas about how to interpret diverse feelings of erotic love and exotic...

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Suburban Pastorale (I walk in nature still alone. Thoreau) Among purchased trees he seeks repose and bruised by civic alienation forgets that Eden's cleft has led to all that's made. But surely he knows Man and Nature bound only by cultivation are not the same. For he, like most, prefers his nature tame....

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With her citizenry in speculation? What next after the abomination? Why shoot the stood confrontation? Just for dictatorial execution The far for we move away from, Independence in full of storm, Creative tumbocrats innovate scam, All around in a boiling water frame All workplaces baptized in troubles, Shelters occupied just troubled couples, To put on the table but just the battles, As the fortune subscribers burn...

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Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you. I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true. I cannot tell you that it is never odd or even, but I can tell you that it’s midway, and blue. Eve,...

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A hood on Mount Hood wearing a hood hammered the hood of a Honda. A cop from Kansas climbing in the Cascades caught the recalcitrant. The cop received a commendation, and the hood a long vacation....

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