Mother Immigration Poems

Dear Canada, if I were an artist,
I would paint the world with your beauty,
A masterpiece for all to see,
As I know it to be.

Oh, the...

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Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly
with meager possessions, lofty dreams,
bringing hearts filled
with longings
for the familiarity of homelands
and family left behind,
they came to America.

Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei,
Erickson, Keeton...

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TAKING THE OATH
For those who are born again through the Oath of Citizenship	
at the Onondaga County Courthouse, Syracuse, New York!  

The morning prayers over
the...

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A child pulled from her mother's arms
and placed into a cage.
How could a person seeing this
not feel enormous rage?

Instead, the mother, full of fear
and shocked...

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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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Days have flown,
Months are gone..
Theres never been a day which was lacking your thought;
I even see your smile dropping down to a frown..

I have your...

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Say Say O' My Playmate
come out and
write with me

you bring your
your pencils
three

and we will
scribble
play writes
or
do some
little ditty's

tell a funny joke
or
two

or
maybe three

maybe about
you and me

made up
about
me...

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Mother of Cowards
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Spread-eagled, showering...

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Green Card Soldier   ~  Pantoum                 ...

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If I woke up with a white skin, I would not abandon a colored friend
If my true love became yellow, I would be too blind...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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