Long Hangings Poems

There was a noble sadness hiding in her eyes.
She wears a smile, though elements of insecurities
Trembled in its corners...
Dignity and suffering, combating
for the control of her expression.
Hiding the battle scars of her life; 
Intending to...

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Read this if you care about the world ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Imprisonment is meant for the sadistic, inhumane acts of evil and destruction of man kind in itself. To be locked away with nothing but your thoughts your...

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To The Youth Of The 21st century 2011
12/03/20110 Comments
 
The under 30 crowd needs to check the over forty crowd, what kind of mess are they leaving these struggling young folks in... Still teaching them...

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""AH, but their anger is not a small thing
Where their fury demands its own fullness
They stink of pain and death, long blacken wings"
Their tormenting stings pure hell nothing less."" -- RJL  quote-1973


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In Greek...

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders and coaches
shall I keep going!
Segregation to isolation, shacks to the...

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In a clap-board building by the Tetons,
1919, if you’re wondering the year,
a man named Sid Hull sat down for a drink
in a saloon they called The Last Frontier.

Sid had been riding here for quite a...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Goree Island
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


 I see the blood
of my ancestors 
that swell
 in the Atlantic ocean 
on 
Goree Island -

The unmerciful ill winds 
that fell 
over my people, 
in Senegal, 
on that 
horrific night, 
brought the European's, 
across the Atlantic, 
to our Village -

Everything...

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Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
     we were happy . . . 
then the white came...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making...

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 "Nicholas Street Jail is a real place"

The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
the conditions were inhumane and appalling,
on the top floor was death row with...

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Declared plainly by those that know not thee	                     of whom this present world was not...

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BURLAP and SATIN

Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist

Burlap and satin

Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as they stormed into the house,
Broken glass, ripped down hangings, a...

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Stuff is suspiciously silent
Spider Solitaire
Like when all the wrong cards
Line up for failure with a grand slam
The blockade of advantages
The stuff space is made of.

The smokey fixtures
The dusty stinking velvet
A dirty green of a dream
The...

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When the mind's disease is hate
it flows through the veins unchecked
I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness
striking a match 
a light for minds seeking refuge from a storm
and lift a crying...

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I thought it was oh so nice that Lady Florence Artifice lived in her house with goats. 
She dressed in overalls of a man, with layers of bibbed overalls, dresses and coats
There was no other...

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World wide they're wranglin' up my folks,
So I stay woke 'cause it's no joke,
We came from slavery & hangings by rope,
To wantin' dollars in bulk,

Tryin' to make  the money last    ...

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She was a crazy old coot of a woman; most of us made fun of her.
Not in front of her face, we were socialized. But behind her back, watch out.
Story was that she lived with...

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THE  SIX DAYS  WAR
     --------------------------------

The sweet smell of orange blossom
wafted along the sandy paths
hovered over the concrete sidewalks
and entered the open windows
shaded with green blinds

Pure sunlight seemed to engulf...

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Florence The Goat Lover – FV

She had a wicked laugh, witchlike
Bringing forth Gingerbread House Fright
She lived with goats
They walked through the house gladly
Front door was gone
She wore men’s clothing
Overalls, and she wore a black derby
Her...

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I don't want flowers
You know I grow my own
I don't want bull**** wall hangings
To put on my home 
I want my soul to be watered
And treated like a flower
And instead of a wall hanging how...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016

Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too
but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do,
choose the colours and choose the thread, will that...

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She’s coming! Mom said this in a sing-songy way.  
She knew that my twin and I were fascinated with Florence, 
she was like our new toy.  We had been afraid of her for...

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Oh the evening it sends out a spell
With the rattling of my seashells 
that hung over my door, chiming like a bell 
With a distinct feeling it was going to pour
this was going to be...

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My Nana is special
My Nana's so nice
When it comes to sewing,
she doesn't think twice
She's a wizard with a needle
she could sew the night away
Crochet you a blanket and have it 
warming your lap almost the...

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