People 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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My Degree In Whining
Miracle Man
December 13th 2023

Political lies and corruption,
always cause divides.
Antisemitism is forcing us,
 into choosing sides.

Each day the wedge,
is being driven deeper.
Also each...

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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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Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written...

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Jose Mendoza, was a young migrant farmworker,
he was harvesting sweet potatoes on
Barnes Farming property in Spring Hope, 
North Carolina on September 5, 2023.
The temperature was...

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Streams mingle with rivers
And rivers mingle with oceans
while oceans reconcile the distinction 
Like humans converging from regions 

Civilization marks a local population
Originating back to their...

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Everything has a specific time to make the universe divine; everything has a specific time to make the universe strong, everything has a specific time...

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I see them
Walking, holding hands.
I hear them
Chatting as the birds
in a language i can't understand.
Clad in a manner that's a mystery
Steeped in ritual and history.

I...

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As another refugee dies
camped along America's southern border 
a poor family seeks law and order
In Mexico
(In Mexico)
And the family cries.
They didn't expect to find hatred...

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How important is 
It to know your history? 
African's Hidden treasures
        Right 
        and
     Wrong 
      Eyes"
Some  bantus 
Fought each other for lands 
From eighteenth...

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Stroking my filbert brush
With my canvas panting from the rush
And my eyes encrypted with an outrush
Liken to the sight of a longtime crush

The idea is...

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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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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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I hate to see immigrants used as pawns,
driven in buses, dropped on people’s lawns.
It seems so easy to pontificate,
but sh*t gets real with people at...

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He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remember
My first day teaching at the border school
First one there that August morning
Cows...

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