Pain Immigration Poems

				OLD MYSIE
	“As crazy as Old Mysie” my grandma used to say.

Land company made promises, too good to be true,
To fisherfolk from Isle of Skye, it...

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I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the night, my feet were as cold as ice, my heart was where it...

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I have entrusted my verses to migrating birds,
Their wings carry my words across vast miles.
Last winter, they faltered on their journey to you,
My cherished avian...

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In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace, 
Where waves and sorrow interlace, 
A tragic tale unfolds each passing day, 
Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept...

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Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed
Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians
Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned
Detained, abased,...

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I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor. 
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender. 
The universe is a celestial art by...

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Waiting for the train
Holding the chain,
Boldly at the pain,
Waiting for the train,
No pain, no gain!
To look at the romance of nature,
Outside, it's cold,
That i can't...

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Tell me more about democracy
Nobody is a fool
Tell me more about dichotomy
Go ahead! I am cool
Tell me more about racism
Nobody is a tool
Tell me more...

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White Washed Walls

Why, oh white washed walls, would you remind me?
my pain so naked, my loss so sure 
white washed walls, why do you look...

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Todo por 15 centavos
Everything for 15 cents
The labour of my hands
The sweat that beads down my forehand
That connect with the chopping of plants and extracting...

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Fact Or Fool Who be You

I have seen
fools ranting 
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education 
only poets with muse and frustration

The deniers of science
are...

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Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet 
dreams come
nice as the world swims 
out of view 
the light feeds...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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