Long Open fire Poems

It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold  
civil rights riots plagued my little...

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The third surgery didn’t work
He tells her there can be another one. 
He lies. Struggles to look in her eyes

She apologizes from a restless state
"I Won’t be here to see them graduate.
I won’t live to...

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Playing with Fire:-


I am a weird boy in wacky clothes,
I know fire bending since my birth.
When I was a mere child,
I started playing with fire,
To gain long stares,
To buy things of my desire,
To buy things...

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This is my story,  
It is a sad story to tell, 
Open ears and eyes,   
The bloodbath of more than 500 people , 

"Some burried alive... Yooh!
I continue crying  while writting this story to you...

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God’s Fire!

Most accidents are avoidable, 
I’m sure you would all agree, 
In modern society, high-tech, 
Where things are more robust.
 
All my relatives believed in, 
God, Jesus and the holy trinity, 
But since there is...

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The rain began to fall steady and slow.The fall rains that ushered in the real drop in temporatures.

Having assembled her pine boughed canopy to dissipate and scatter the plume and the partial entrance covering the...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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You're walking out the front entrance 
Leaving work behind you 
Forgetting the hustle of the day 
Looking forward to a quite drink 

Chilling out 
In your 
Soft 
Comfy 
Favourite 
Chair 

Staring into an open fire...

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Oh what a day in the old, 
The African sun rises, shining bold, 
Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine, 
Mother goes to the farm, to make it shine. 

The children wake up as...

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After we turned from Africa we first lived in Cornwell and I got a job learning to be a riding instructor with Heather Hunt she was a tough lady to work for but her training...

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We need to remember our heritage and the reason we celebrate the 4th of July.
 
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . .
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Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!,  in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
 Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots....

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Before They Came

Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair; One by one I place the lucky cowrie shells in her hair. I hear the call and response in my village....

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Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean — 
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity

I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet...

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Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" Poem about the heat in the city ....;) "

Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling
 
 
The city streets are buckling under the ...

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CHRISTMAS AT THE CUCKOO'S NEST

Of all the holidays that come and go
Christmas is the one that we love best.
No matter how crazy, it just goes to show
we love the yuletide in the cuckoo’s nest.

We deck...

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Everyone gets excited when their birthday is around,
I also used to be curious when gift packs I found...
Gradually a lot of things changed with time,
The biggest contrast I saw in me, I was not mine...
I...

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reduction of the “hero”

sees him on television
marching in the shows that
glorify war by painting so-called
“heroism,” as anything but 
being hired killers.

sees her in the advert prior to
the violence ridden film, when
the life of a soldier...

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Go into the greying  dark night looking at the stars in the sky.
Stars glisten like a chandelier. Full of diamonds twinkling. 
Almost like crisp dry snow sparkles on the ground . 
As it thaws...

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the eveNing strayed into the dark evening shade.
   we pick up a drink and sharpen Our knives.
        hold on now, hold on a little longer
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The Pleasure of your Company
                      is Requested 
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Legend Of The Black Dove 

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Young Eyes
The ten year old child sat by the water. They saw what was happening and it wasn't good. Affecting them greatly, bringing nightmares and nasty flashbacks. Things their young mind struggled to comprehend. Seeing...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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