Introspection Immigration Poems

fade out from the camera lens
the lotus bloomed from the broken glass soil
all things came into perspective
as every toil was put into focus

every shard set...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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His poems were about racism.
About the white man who wouldn't hire him
	because he was a “dirty Mexican.”
My mind shivered in disgust.

In the end he said,...

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The vines' tips grow slow, lime green, still no petal.
My plants are in pots, my garden is empty.
I'm on the move, and I hear the...

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Some Americans
Don't want retaliation
Call them Peace-sayers...

Others want blood now
Bomb them back to the stone age
Call them War-mongers...

And some are just scared
They want to be safe...

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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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You honor poets by this day -  this our souls require!
My far-off ancestral fire and I born in indenture (South Africa)
Still learned "NAMASTHE: ...

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There's no place like home
Wear with faded denim
Wilted Rose

Disadvantage displace
 polish Stone
Shadowed Safari oh no

There's no place like home
For he who rides the drones
Polished Amalgamated...

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The Little Children are Crying
 
Of recent sad occurrence—
At the southern border of the USA
In prescribed DHS detention centers,
Little refugee children are crying
For their mothers...

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SAFE LANDING

time moves forward
I feel content
roads are foreign
in this place of heat
and perfection

life rolls realigned
keeping pace I
expand outward
daring the unknown
phobic entities

days are long
nights bring rest
and...

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RIDING ON

Destination Dallas
home of the cowboys
land of the brave
intentional target
aimed with precision
at new paths to pave

gravitational phase
surrealistic
skyward wave

spurred on to
something new
beneath God’s
sun and moon

eyes turn...

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It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't...

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It is crystal clear and right in front of you.

Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.

Little spots and little dots are floating near.

They...

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Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just...

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