Name Kyrielle Poems

The treasurer they called Judas,
In his folly and imprudence,
Sold his Master for silver’s stock;
The shepherd who betrayed the flock.

The fisherman they called Peter,
Tasked to build...

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The calamity of the world,
The cries of hunger ring so loud,
The wars slaughtering so many—
My rose-coloured glasses I wear.

Wildfires keep burning so brightly,
Lives destroyed all...

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So deep in sin, I turned away
The skies above were darkest Grey
Then I repent on bended knee
And Jesus Christ delivered me

A rainbow shone, the clouds...

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My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert...

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Fbi Alan King was very angry shocking as he warns me that Gargano burns blacks physically and politically I couldn’t fathom any of this as...

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Iolanda I am named after Yolanda 
Princess Savoy Italian princess
my patron saint the only saint 
of two countries Poland and Hungary 
When italian princesses were...

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All things that scrub the ground like an old musty couch I saw you there seated with my very abusive ex husband wearing my under...

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After numerous threats on our lives after 
a domestic violence with my abuser after 
I returned from Tampa murder 
trial I was finally healing several...

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Did you know there’s a sweetest day?
It’s the twenty-first. Recall it well.
On calendars it’s on display.
I’m October; sweet is my tale.

How wonderful my time in...

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The Query of Life

When you are young and life’s just begun,
Your blood is in full flow and you are raring to go;
Your dreams are high,...

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Though she isn’t just a butterfly
She’s been a monarch of the sky
Wings, so gentle, often impress
Like love from above, she does bless

Like the ruler she’s...

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My name defamed, my soul is bruised.
With no proof I’m falsely accused.
My accuser’s believed today.
Lord heal my aching soul I pray.

My soul’s innocent has no...

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I hear the term Bullingdon Boys.
Sounds like guys with spoiled rich kids’ toys.
The kind of club that I would love to hate.
Bullingdon Boys can’t be...

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I know that this is being judged by my fellow poet; and I believe that it is worth reading:

Among varied ministry tasks
prayer delight--- there my...

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Veil of night  unburies my dream
 a flickering flame wants to scream   
 In speechless tears beyond control
 I lose my heart...

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