Seasons Freedom Poems

seasons shift so do eras

moughal era

british india era

parliamentary governance era

america;russia may make an offer to grow to next level

but make india sovereign dependent

britain with brexit...

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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise, a...

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Whores and wars and peado-preds
Politicans are with royals.. in bed.!
Lurid reports; on the better bred?
And lies abound today.!

Its all around as toxic sound, its dark...

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Ah, no dreaming this...
I drift uncaring to Time
In time’s given me.

              ...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Ghetto boy

Ghetto boy born 
Ghetto boy live 
From grass to grace
Ghetto boy grow
Ghetto boy survived 
The ghetto never die 

Ghetto boy
Born in the ghetto
Grew in...

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There within patches of baby blue so alone... 
you float beautiful, gentle and fragile one;
then, someone who admired your beauty, 
gave you this sweet, pretty...

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A man of no rank
is free to come and go.
Excluded from the councils of power,
he is not burdened 
by the worries of the world.

Like a...

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Doves, perching by the roof at night
They rise early by dawn of light
They roam to greet the blissful morning
For some, they're a sign of new...

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Seasons of life
The hard work 
The pains 
The suffering
The hardship
The dreams 
The struggles 
The fights 
The grieves
The disappointment
The failures
The intimidation
The betrayals
The fears 
The anger
The needs...

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a teeny tiny
mouse shyly skitters among
the crisp-dried leaves and deadfall
the teeny tiny
mouse believes that Spring has sprung
to free him from his burrow

when fragrant flowers
rise with...

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She thought she had been healed,
Of her wounds and pains,
She thought she had been mended,
Of the tears and cuts.

Time hasn't done much to heal her,
Seasons...

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Life is a stage,
And we, singers reveling its meaning
In the guise of a vibrant symphony!

Life is the sky itself,
Allowing us to fly and soar
In its...

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John

Dear John, 
When we were kids... 
just starting to set off, 
you called me
from the Army 
collect. 
It was half passed 2:00 am
and my parents...

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One Dollar

When I was a kid, 
I worked for every dime I got. 
I folded papers, 
I took out the trash, 
I did dishes, 
washed...

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