Long Priviledge Poems

Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they were childless, and to a retirement community bound,
It seemed I...

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America... 
is tired of going to sleep
with both eyes closed; 
one eye is now open. 
She sees everything in the dark.
She's always watching, day and night.

The time of reckoning
is here. It is happening.
It is being...

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Where I come from, Spring is so elusive;                           ...

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It was 2019 when someone accused me of being in denial of the privileges I had as a white man.  At the time I felt uncomfortable with this. I didn't understand how I had...

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i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the 
hood
i'm tired of these boys poppin females off and goin to...

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I was one of many that had the priviledge
to live with my Grandparents.  The lessons
I learned from them will remain with me for
the rest of my life. My Grandmother was a 
very wise woman...

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there's so much i've come to realize,
so much that i have seen,
that on this earth love is so temporal, but god's love lasts eternally,
a kiss can last a few moments, affection can go on for...

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As My Day of Birth Approaches,

I'm Reminded how Fast Another Year has Gone By.

The Years Come and Go,

And in Some Respects, I Feel Numb to the Experience.

I Feel I Have Reached This Plateau in My...

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ive never felt so high above the dirty ground,
ive never been able to touch the clouds and feel the mist on my fingertips
to see ur beautiful face today was heaven squared
and my heart is filled...

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WHILE THE SUN SHINES

To your smiles add a pinch
Of pleasure from the inside
Steer your eyes not to decide
On others wealth or social niche
Bloom like a flower before them
Just don’t invite nasty bugs 
To rip you...

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"Celibacy"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

It's been eight years....WOW
I want some nookie, and i mean like now
But how, when my only aim is to Provide Him my Service
But Angela, Rebecca, Kim, Sandra....they always seem to surface
And...

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You would not have dared look into my face
When it wore flesh and scowled
Upon the world your people forced on me, 
You sons of Mammon,
Children of ivied priviledge.

I was Terror to the Mexican,
And the name...

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I don't have a beautiful voice to sing 'My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty'.                  ...

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Rank Has Its Privilege (RHIP)

Privilege is preferred by a rank.
Privilege is gained by respect.
Privilege is profound depending on source.
Privilege provides a way of looking at things.
Privilege can be perturbing at times.
Privilege is great when it...

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how can i tell when god is speaking?
how do i really know?
there are many examples through my walk with him to you that i could show,
when i see the beauty in a sunset rising from...

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Yes, God does give and take away
but when He gives, it is a gift
a truth your life so well portrays,
the one our lives were well spent with.
Our minds and hearts they cling to you
sifting through...

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I
I began writing poetry, seriously, at college
About worldly affairs, my scant knowledge
Prevented the privilege of love. I acknowledge
Ladies like Lilly, Saras, and Nerissa: Ed College
(No man, mind you; short for Education College)
A Fulbright scholarship led...

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I have been blessed to be with the presence of celebrities,
My favorite performers through the years.

To listen to them in concert was profound,
They are your companions through the lonely hours.

Excellence at the grand piano and...

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How sweet is 
the name 
Jesus?
he is my 
saviour
he is my sheild
he is my 
helper
he is my 
provider
though i was a 
sheep that 
had strayed
though i was 
deep i sin
though i was 
engaged in a...

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love has come
and shot me down.
drowning in my own lust
i cant move or make a sound.
i've always been modest
the person to always speak.
for some reason, though, 
love has made me weak!
i reported the incident 
to...

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