Divisions Poems - Poems about Divisions

There is yet another generational divide taking place in the USA and globally. This division originates with GOD ALMIGHTY, Himself. Q: What is this GODLY division? A: Quit simply, He is choosing to divide mankind between those who are believers in His only...

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Love is thought needing a subject and predicate lover and object blossom and voyeur dreaming fond connections, often crossing taboos of distance… exchanging scents and feel, the bow, rudder and keel of relationship Yet, that mystery remains the lone whale basking seeming above the ripples the albatross on a still night soaring on unseen current a collapsed sail undisturbed by bleeding sunlight which will I be today? God or His Man?...

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She made the sign of the cross as she passed the park by the cathedral, His Baptist legs stopped dead on its tracks killing his amorous rush, His ‘whatever voice’ said, “choose your churchified kind” The Presbyterian friend raised an eyebrow like his grandma does, And reclined into congregational mode humming “Amazing Grace” Then she looked up and saw the...

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Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss— Of Us and the rest all called Versus, Apart like North-South poles, No diamonds, both black coals, Both missing: caught are they in same bus. ______________________________________________________ Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization:...

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At a glance (glimpse) To the average tourist the wall is (was) the divide between east and west Checkpoint Charlie the obvious choice point of reference almost irreverent in its poignancy To see the cultural divisions needs close obs, more diligence The guest workers from the east restless from centuries of abuse and ethnic cleansing abrade against western ways I hate you, I don't know why I hate you...

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I am not made a full blown beauty.. Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety.. All I like to do is to live with identity.. Not of being a witty but a life of humility.. I tried to be a more social person.. Cracking out the shell I have put up.. Breaking from my own weakness.. Doing best in...

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To Shakespeare I give all due respect, But the world must be a huge theater I suspect. Woman’s the major player if not the star, For she influences all with love from afar. The main acts of her drama as one envisions, Occur for my audience in seven divisions. First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm, Fresh from God’s hands...

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Infant mind preferred scientist the best Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest. Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god, So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod! Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science, Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice! Someone told that people with hi-eyepower...

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I walk between these divided yards, through the gardens and the graves. I can feel the blossom of growing life and anticipate the withering of certain death. I step through the institutions, among the colleges and the prisons. I grow with enlightenment of an education and diminish in my solitude of the human captivity. Through these divisions, between the light and the dark, there is...

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