Long Censured Poems

An Echo Poem

Original: This Much I Know – Poem by Lora Colon of PoemHunter
Reprinted here with permission.

Soon the sun will set in this valley
Where I’ve roamed for many a year, 
So many questions left unanswered,...

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George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder....

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My poor vocabulary babies 
are gon missing
Tell me kind sir, have you seen them?

Us etymological mothers to
lingual children of lost former meaning,
we are milk carton crying

Many hotline tips 
that the academia search party
have been receiving,
unfortunately,...

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Jesus, no doubt, is my hero and friend,
Till the end.
Was he perfect?  Don’t know?  But if So?
When he told the Pharisees that they were of their father the devil?
Was he sinning?  Was...

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hidden intentions
forseen      from afar
set in the dark
tracks in the stone
to posterity through cloisters
with empty streams
a desert
     of aged rivers
folds of nothingness
now run cold

treasures like rain
in abundance
lies
...

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I am the daughter of two hard working parents 
Both who raised a strong christian daughter who is mixed with a touch of irish and african heritage
Who they raised to be proud of being biracial...

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PAIN I DISDAIN MADE PLAIN

Upon a road of crooked adventure ventured I
With my words flowing from the forest to the naked plain
Two statesmen and one stately lady censured I
Claiming, perhaps correctly, that I was inane...

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You’re driven to do bad, bad
	real bad things
Chucky did it, you’d often say

You’re given to say bad, bad
	real bad things
You said it’s Rhoda who talks this way

You’ve been fibbing bad, bad
	real bad, boy
Ever since you...

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My people are shipwrecks,
they have faces long crushed by tanks.
Many are landlocked,
a few were too oceanic
they got broken by dry-docked hearts.
Most were blitzed by smokescreens.

The trees and industrial units
are so tightly packed,
that snow can only...

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The New Tyranny 
I had this nagging headache and went to see
my doctor, his waiting room was full of humanity
with an assortment of illnesses
The table in the middle of the floor used to be
full of newspapers...

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Today, I ponder… 
Paraphrasing what Jesus said,
As a man thinks…so he is… 

If he criticizes, slams, knocks others, and shows scorn,
Will he become a hard-hearted, insensitive, bigot, unworthy of heaven?
If he makes fun of another...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Time rewind, loving touch of my mother
Snatched...

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Who told you...
that...
Your black...
Isn’t beautiful?
That your broad nose,
Wasn’t descended 
From Kings & Queens.
That it didn’t speak 
of Royalty?
That the onyx of your brow,
And the copper, bronze, topaz, 
And the black diamond, 
That is your skin,
Is...

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New Tyranny 

The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m...

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The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant...

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Body Language 
Is often Inconclusive
Written: by Tom Wright
1/29/2013


Studies have shown that with folded arms,
That we’re either uncomfortable or nervous;
Or we’re in possession of negative thoughts,
And we’re doing the speaker a disservice.

I sit in church, with...

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Until this day, your thoughts remain, 
But are you a hero or a villain?  
Are you one who laid his life 
For his people or for his wife? 

Your death paved for a revolution...

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I wonder how it will spin?
When they tell of that spring. 
Eyes will meet with a nod and a wink
In keeping their lies in sync. 
Grandkids will tweet 
About the time in the street
When no...

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Image of Puzzle Match Missing provided by Pixabay.

Poetless II
Poetic Form: Couplet

Blank pages strewed, across the desk of pains,
in a tongue-tied state, censured writer wanes.

The silent voice echoes hollow inked wells,
of dying words crept from a...

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EXPRESSED CENSURE CRITICISM - -

All though I seek your approval;
I am certain to give you my best;
Never, the less I am in removal;
Above all ties to my conquests;

How shall I choose a choice?
And who shall...

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Gone are the days where a voice can be heard
All messages dissected to find meaning blurred
Someone find offense  from any word that is said
And from that offense Their objective is spread
Freedom of speech is...

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No more mosquito sucks or dog bites
Fear of the approaching leopard that tears the flesh
Or any threat of a dense forest or cathedral
Want to remain undisturbed, silent
In a new, happy world
Remain untouched by a rose...

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No more mosquito sucks or dog bites
Fear of the approaching leopard that tears the flesh
Or any threat of a dense forest or cathedral
Want to remain undisturbed, silent
In the fantasy land
Remain untouched by a rose or...

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Paltry poetic presidential prattlings on poultry playing
  cockalorums chasing chickens, censured to castigate the cockerals,
   tricky tray turbo turkey tidbits tentanize the titillations;
wild wispy winds whisper worldly wasted wiry winsome wiles 
...

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    Special Counsel will run the United States?
Are they the Puppet-masters or more stooges?
Will we see the ones who hate America, 
first hand?
We know Joe will not make it, that Kamala 
cannot...

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