Handout Poems - Poems about Handout

...Where does the country go from here? There’s still remnants of anger, dejection and sadness Continuing to ponder this mental madness Our identity of blackness is about to come to the brink As we ......

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...Don't ask anything that's so improbable... if your faith is lacking a strong foundation, if it has doubt in folks who had a conviction: didn't they fight to accomplish the impossible? My questi......

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...Standing in a small boat on one of the Great Lakes the early morning sunrise having turned into a cloudless new day. Shoreline behind me, mostly trees, some houses, a large park that was once......

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... “ Did I ever tell you, you are my hero? Did I ever tell you, you are everything I wanted to be? For, I can fly higher than an eagle, You are the wind beneath my wings!” ......

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... Laziness Is A Choice Miracle Man (from my archives) Many are content to go through life hitching rides, but I prefer to work and drive a car; Those going through life constantly seek......

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...Prune juice as effective emetic Brainstorming yields casting the following plumbline netting genetic, italic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic, synchronistic, and universalistic r......

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...Being Black is a race. A race against time A race from the police A race from racism A race from ourselves A race from poverty, drugs and abuse A race within our race against our own kind, to......

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...We mostly eat in silence, After 50 years together there’s really nothing much left to say – We disagree on everything any way! I look across from our rickety table into her tired, forlorn ey......

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...Who Cares? Who cares… When loved ones with dementia go missing and resources caregivers lack When the poor are given a handout, not a helping hand to get on track When lying scammers and telema......

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...I was working my fingers to the bone Making a half days pay Wondering what this life's really worth Always worried what people say An old man who was watching me Said he could see it in my eye......

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... "recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings) Spring whi......

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...a social commentary Among the vast of sea and land Where a nation is born Where a nation arises from the ashes to stand Upon other large shoulders. And coming from out of this very land we l......

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...While they’re bleeding I may grant offers of support with a hint of a smirk as I remove the daggers and swords that have been placed in my back by friends, family or foe When I was down, I wa......

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...would feel great inside when God did give us much pride to heaven free ride have propensity for much sensitivity with humility looked in annual God gave me a spaniel name was Daniel Go......

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...Visions So, what are your visions? What do you see? Before you answer that question Are you even in God’s army? What are your visions? What are your hopes and dreams? Do they line up with ......

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