Freedom Eagle Poems

handing me over through the next 
door waiting for my fight to give in

injections to soothe it all away
demons flowing through my veins
changing my DNA
from...

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Eagle
by Lanier Thomas

Safely soaring above the sky
The eagle continues to fly.
On stately wings that glide on air
Like drifting dreams without despair.
Onward over the horizon it...

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I move as my soul moves... 
I sway with the tides, 
and drift along the shores... 
I soar over valleys with the wind, 
and run...

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I guess the winter is finally here,
The cold wind has started howling,
The trees have abandoned their green covers,
The meadowlarks have abandoned their favorite posts.

When I...

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Drifting through the skies,
Alone, she always flies
Where no one else can go
Across the mountains, 
Where the winds blow…

On soft, downy wings
She soars, inspired by the...

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Soaring through the currents of wind
The majestic eagle calmly flies
A symbol of freedom for us all
To never forget what it truly means
To never give up,...

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sometimes we wake
and cant see the view
then realize i guess it was not you

if only i saw the same as you
i guess then
id see the...

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His majesty the Golden Eagle
symbol of power, freedom.
It scales high up over the lake 
and surrounding vegetation.
It glides around at leisurely speed, 
its huge eyes...

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In this tumultuous political climate
I find both parties irrelevant and obsolete

They do not speak to me or my families’ needs
Neither do they consider our suffering...

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Wisdom dances from the edges
Of my amber, gilded feathers
Strength echoes through fluffs
Of warmly caressing breaths
Pouring forth from my tones
Trust, truth and tendencies
Toward a destiny of...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s...

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Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas 
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling-...

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By Dawne Zacharias

This bird is admired for its grandeur,
 its grace in flight,
Its size and magnificent power.
When in flight it stirs the
 soul to true...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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