Freedom House Poems

Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On...

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It was in church 
That I first discovered the meaning
Beneath hope and faith, love and grace

It was in church
That I was first introduced
To believing in...

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Walk in casually,
In a house of mirrors especially.
You might differ in shape and size,
But don’t worry life is just alike.
On the opposite wall,
You might see.
That’s...

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Letters

I write letters to friends. 
I write letters to those, 
I care about and want to say, 
how much I miss them, 
and remember them,...

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Living Together

The small mouse crossed the floor, 
fleet of foot, and fearful for her life. 
She did not want to wake, 
the farmer, 
or his...

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Romance
What is romance ?
Why did people need it ?
How can people becomes happier from that ?
I search and search I search and search,
I read and...

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Dr rictus smile hilary jones been on gmb a while; well a long old time anyway'
Had the craic with Rod Humphris writer of the Simon...

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It’s empty now, no peeps or squeaks or flutter.
As winter’s here and autumn ends with stutter.
A hollow wooden shell is all that remains 
A ghostly...

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They've said, life is hidden in these walls
 with images of spirits that walk these halls,
bodies now ghosts that slipped away a lifetime or two...

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Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden

Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's...

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The Ku Klux Klan did exist through out society. A racist clan with no other hobby. Tearing up as you see their eyes, afraid of...

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The experiences 
Of my past
Influences my mind
In all directions

So much tension
Goes distorted
Not knowing the true and false
Midst of hallucination
Amongst fact and fiction

Tangled up 
Twisted wires...

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My little room had started to cage me,
The doors have closed shut,
But the little window was kept open
To see the leaves bustling, 
Winds flowing
Birds chirping
The...

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