Places Humanity Poems

Ever since the days when the world was still young, 
The same stories were told, the same songs were sung.  
Through the constant tide...

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The wick aflame on dust whirls
About the trying brilliance of the room—
Eyes burned eyes on hidden places, firesome

Throughout the glass rocked in wax—  ...

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The sharp knife of simplicity 
cut a transverse incision through my scalp.
The hands of hope gutted out my psyche,
deconstructed my mind,
and organized it into a...

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I haven't even processed 
And There came another .
once again buried 
Innocent's story of brutality. 
My worries doesn't stand a chance 
For what they went...

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Could always feel the threat in the air,
When a bad storm was gathering fast.
Soon heavy clouds would conquer the fair,
And hold them captive in their...

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The Subtle Sounds Of Love
By David N. DOnihue

I have heard the subtle sounds of love
harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway.

As if the souls...

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Sitting in the passive seat
No one cares to even greet

Delicious kisses
Holding her hand
Having the best time
I never had
In the back of my cab

Memories never made
Coward...

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More pure than a lake of baptized sins 
I just wanna get money and match my friends 
She wash in Lake Minnetonka with a devilish...

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We are all colored, What is this;
Term in the US in contrast with "white" Colored Middle English;

Coloured was first used in the 14th century;
Binding to...

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As Creativity and Beauty Flee

With every sense alerted  — keen,
 We’ll  take turns to champion
The Watch…

To discover where Creativity and Beauty 
Flee —...

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‘I’m okay, you’re okay’ is a mask in the land of pretend.

Hide your face and how it twists into such an ugly thing,
How it wrinkles...

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THE POILANE CENTURY 

Locust swarm through the forests fires
wild fires you thought set your home on fire
the trees and nesting’s die in vain
human born burned...

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Built with rusted steel 
Steel mined by the workers’ hands
Faceless above crowds 
An angel not from the blue
But built with man’s blood and hope...

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It makes me sad
to read such wonderful prose
hidden only cause many seem impaired
lighting dimmed
softness fades
missing true gems, for glittered dreams

Like ones travels
explore
discover hidden Lanes
quiet places...

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the tempered veil of years with a weave of sweet and sour
can be lavish like the pleasurable return of good deeds
take what you learn from...

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