Long Processions Poems

Poems about Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image of God;
may the reflections she sees in those curious mirrors
always...

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Happy Fourth Of July, Or Happy Independence Day

On this day we celebrate and commemorate the birth of our nation, The United States of America's Independence from Great Britain's monarchical hold and liberty's triumph
Congress voting in...

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(Every year in the lunar month of Muharram we Shia Muslims commemorate the brutal martyrdom of the grandson of our Holy prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) and his family and friends at the hands of fake hypocritical...

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I stood at the back of the line and watched nature unfold in front of my weeping eyes. I stood at the back of the line watching them moving in droves from every corner of...

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Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups

A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. And creases are...

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Blackmail, blackmail is a crime, designed to rob me of what is mine, blackmail, blackmail is a crime, designed to steal my hard earn dollar. I missed my stop and landed in Jamaica, it was...

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The Tapestry of Leaves
Michael R. Burch

Leaves unfold
as life is sold
or bartered, for a moment in the sun.

The interchange
of lives is strange:
what reason—life—when death leaves all undone?

O, earthly son
when rest is won
and wrested from this ground,...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES : LV - Mind unwinding tweezers

If you let « bygones be bygones » , there’ll be no FUTURE left, and since we can’t always live in the EVER PRESENT (yet that’s what we...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the...

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war...

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Hold me within the virtual chalice of righteous
And never let me stray too long amid the imperfection of this body
From this visage of dignity, once poured upon my soul...
That not deceit nor hypocracy become the...

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On the Twenty Fifth, December Night,
Black Skies Sparkle with  bright light!
Church Bells ring,Ding!Dong!Ding!
Chores of angels  ,start to sing!
Merry Christmas!Everyone!
Happy Birthday,Jesus Son.

We rejoice in prayer and joy,
as We thank this New Born Boy,
He is...

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A whale in a pail is far more active in a gale or in copious amounts of hail. Putting money into sharks is a shifty act involving the shuffling of coats in cloakrooms. And clown...

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From the Elephant's diary


You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet...

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Of Wolves and May Processions~
A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

Why Did You Leave Me Here For Wolves To Prey And Feed On

You cherished me for years, your words not mine
I was looked on by your gaze...

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" Education paves way for future financial security. By education I mean knowledge of subject matter not just marks" - 
Rama Balasubramanian
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When I was in teens
Father lost his job
Tough times for family
We had an ailing,...

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Revisited the 60's in a dream this past eve....

I saw Bobby fall and lying in a puddle of his own blood

Martin and John followed by processions of broken; tears and cries

Bodies with motionless eyes, frozen...

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Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion
Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses
In God We Trust but who listened to Nietzsche who proclaimed that she...

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I survived scarred but 
unscathed growing up Irish 
catholic. 
Mind numbing Masses  sung in 
Latin 
Ostentatious Corpus Christy 
processions through local 
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage 
underfoot
Fair game for taunting 
classmates armed with cutting 
quips 
abstinence during Lent
weekly...

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EARTH CHANTS

I dream and stare out my window,
windblown leaves, scars and troubles
blow like fluff from dandelions, settling
inside my shadow....hung upon my
memory-wall, reflecting moon dust
far from Heaven, out upon this shapeless
poem, buried deep within my soul...

Songs,...

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Beneath the mask of day, fragments of people smile,
Wrapped in a silence shattered into things unsaid,
And you will look without seeing into their fractured cleavage
Unless they themselves lend you their shadowed glasses.
There's a fine irony...

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Rat Catcher

I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not 
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as...

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Sara lived across from a large cemetery;
So, many sad processions she had seen;
But one gray and foggy morning
One like no other made an eerie scene.

Driving slowly was a long, black hearse;
But then, following right behind,...

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Melancholy, like leeches, with no fuss, stings,
Worthlessness, like black ghost bats, in my heart, spreads wings;
Sadness, helplessness, hopelessness loom in a chain,
Like termites venturing amidst torrents of rain;
Like summer-flu drenches physical energy,
Psyche gets sucked off...

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The Enfeeble
 I feel repulsed when he is near I ought to have 
 compassion for this cripple a twisted foot and
 an arm that does not function right a beggar with 
scabby skin eyes...

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