Communal Poems - Poems about Communal

In Northern lands, where memories reside, A tale of communal living, forever to abide. Among the indigent, a unique bond takes hold, Rich and poor entwined, young and old. On mats, they gather, a symbol of equality's might, Before God, no segregation, just love shining bright. Sokoto's atmosphere, a haven for strangers to roam, A place where hearts are open, and love...

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Someone can advise you To be friend of big rich people To be also rich in the future. I am telling you to be best friend Of majority poor as They need your aid to destroy  the system which enrich Few people and kill millions of poor people. Poors of the world always fight each others...

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If anyone reads this, feel free to add to the monorhyme. leave a comment with your one additional line, that should keep it in order I think? Just meant to be fun if anyone feels like it, let's start with.... IT STARTED AS A HOAX, UNTIL HE SAW A REAL GHOST...

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We revel 75 years of Independence, from colossal colonial rule it was unanimous struggle that helped us get through. Entitled to rejoice this liberty, but the conundrum is, Are we truly free? Haven, ma chez I listen to my invisible guest I do not speak, but wait, then it slips away leaving a tragic face. I recollect merry mo; Us: Pythias and Damon, till he fell ill to eclipse...

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From old and new squabbles sprouts! After some side boundary rules flouts: Its own list of blood-freezing deaths submitting; A number that would send the humane vomiting. From time to time sharpening local knives, Not excluded the spears one into a body drives: A free pillage of hard-to-replace property And rubbishing of harder-to-replace liberty. A resting community becomes a fleeing one, Seeing as a...

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Welcome to our friendly communal soup bowl. Makes our neighborhood noteworthy and whole. If you have no offering, sit down to our shared stew. Your children are welcome. We’ll play with them too. Many have brought carrots, onions, broth and meat. We do not care your politics or religions, please take a seat. Our communal soup bowl unites strangers in a...

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We were from all directions, most had brought a mother Tribes of all colors, our languages were odd to each other By motioning to a giant pot, we figured out what to do. We each dumped our offering into the stew. Some brought wisdom along with carrots and potatoes. One brought sarcasm, thrown in with beef and tomatoes. We did not...

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A mob gathered in a flash Chanting God's name They lynched one dead Suspected of eating beef A mob gathered in a flash Swinging in bigoted fervor They hung two by a tree. Accused of smuggling cows A mob gathered in a flash Swords flashing in hands They slashed one beyond shape Alleged of loving upper caste Violence ,mahyem goes on Common men silent onlookers castrated...

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Share with me, if you could become so kind, Which of all your lifetime actions was not also a reaction? Which thought not also a polyphonic feeling rethought and stored in memory across countless regenerations? Share with me if you would and could and should, Which of your responses feels more original and healthy and organic and sacred, and intimate, naturally communicated and spiritually experienced passion. Share with us, if we could become communioned, all our actions verbal and...

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Jack frost had paid a call, The morn was all a-glitter. Icicles dangled from frozen gutters, The day was cold and bitter. Greetings of "good morning " Came from here and there As the hardy left their houses, To face the freezing air. I heard familiar sounds Echoing around our street, Neighbours scraping windscreens And stamping frozen feet. Clouds of exhaled breath Rose up to the sky, As if...

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the soul perfected in originality strengthened by divinity of a new born baby whose first cry came with full might from the window of a dark room. the same soul, years after darkened by glare of worldly matters akin to an avidful pursuit of a rat in an alley, rested on the pale faces being snatched of humanity it was the mosaic of these dark souls that showed human’s wicked...

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Take me to a place where I belong Where I can be free and recite my song Where mountains kneel with valleys down to pray The trees and flowers swing and sway With vibrant colors, bold as silk-screened batik Aromas abound that laugh and speak Take me to that place where I can stay To hear children laughing when they come to...

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Communal Holiday. The holiday home for children was near a cold lake flanked by two black mountains We children swam there every morning at seven before the sun warmed the lake. Breakfast at eight, mainly oatmeal porridge and stale bread. Boot camp for children. Three weeks of this then we were let loose to roam a town of summer dust and trees...

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The Malay Pantun: The Non-Party Communal Triumvirate Ursidae carnivora hug and hibernate Hypolais polyglottes trill without triumph Alliance Party* wins and vituperate Opposition parties coagulate without lymph • The ruling Malaysian communal triumvirate – since Independence in 1957. © T. Wignesan, Paris - 2013...

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Owned by all Yet trusted to one For the benefit of all Why then so scraggy Like a road side beggar Has he failed to make you baggy? Because he hated our interest Isn’t our motherland the trustee Our birthright the interest The kids he keeps selfishly Thinking we were all blind To see the specie all around You are breaching our trust Do not make us distrust...

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