Long Underground railroad Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Nascent poetic tribute to black history month...
crafted before onset when people of color  
got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days
depending if leap year occurred. 

Though I yam Caucasian,
rightful to honor most bitter
racist genocidal...

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Born in the Goshen ghetto,
bound by an Ashkenaz forged umbilical chain
Beloved mother was Jim Crow lynch poor,
adored father was the Uncle Sam same
Third-generation slaves,
pauper freed allegedly
But royal blood their ancestors  
sweaty tears did bleed
From...

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Black History
As this month comes to an end 
I want to begin 
First of all I want to thank so many
I will name a few although there's plenty
Martin Luther King
Had a dream
Yes he did 
That...

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“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that equaled them.”  Samuel Clemens in his younger years when...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side...

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Run freedom child; keep thy body low amongst the shadows,
Nay never look back, lets hastes speed excel your stride,
For the devil’s steeds ride behind thee, and they’ll show thee
No mercy, run freedom child, run, towards...

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(A lone voice whispers)

What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives

Want some new readers?

Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised

Before in The Great In-Between 
I was baptised to be non...

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I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for...

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My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal 
My disposition was no longer...

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Life in Africa was full; years in the bush, a treat.
Music made us happy; drums sounded for dancing feet.
A loving life with family always made us smile.
Living together freely, we never knew defeat.

Greedy slave hunters...

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“Tubman”




What colours a heart
courage?

What colours a mind
belief?

What colours a soul
unity?

Underground
we carry torches

from station 
to station

We are the Light
We Lead

No colour 
No religion

No epic 
delusion

Where is the race?
The race to confusion?

We are One
You and me

We are...

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They tried to deny
			me and you…
			who we are 
			and who I am…
			as the beloved of 
			I am who is…
			but you can’t deny
			creation…

			Out of the darkness
			of creation I have come…
			beautifully adorned:

			I am a cloud of joy
			and...

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February is the month that we celebrate our black race,
People from the past who set our pace.
Those who should have been placed in our history book,
But for some reason they were over looked.
Born into slavery...

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she has blisters on the soul of her feet and cuts along her veins 
oozing pain from the sores that cover her body
a lost soul living in the streets 
digging in dumpsters for food to...

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Harrius Tubman

Harriet Tubman was my Great Great Great times Eight Grandmother
 Trying to Free The Mind of my Brothers 
 Cause Our Eyes is Covered
 From this Blindfolded Structure 
 of Vampires, Demons,  &...

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The future looks good, but a bit scary. Every time I think about the world changing in
front of my eyes, I'm afraid that the Earth would be way too developed. But fortunately, I
think that the...

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We stopped in Cincinnati to see the cousins; that was a mistake.
We are still throwing them out of the car, they can hitchhike home.
We had never been there, and frankly seeing them was great.
But quite...

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Rainbow leaves have begun
Their carpeting of the earth’s floor
Leaving weird-looking naked branches;
Their abandon nests no longer with tenants.

As their waters approach crystallization,
Pond populations are on the decline
And what use to be thick blinding forests
Now yield...

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Tribute to Dawn of Day: Stories from the Underground Railroad

From
Tennessee 
Virginia 
Mississippi
Kansas
Wisconsin
To free states in the north and Canada 
I grieved  upon the grave of the slave
Tears circling the tomb
Securing his name 
For their...

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I feel horrible about being a slave
Day by Day I work
For a man that I hate

I decide to leave on the Underground Railroad
To escape from my master, the Devil himself
Get away and hope to be...

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To Rivers Running To Freedom
 (Apropos The Underground Railroad)

With eyes wide open
And souls burning,
While they rested
We were running—
Running dreams
To visions like rivers:
Cascading estuaries; 
Wide open seas.

Running dreams
Under star decked heavens;
In the rivers God has troubled...

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The way is the underground
They say If you runaway we'll you ground
The scary ,weak black kitten
Couldn't step,it is harshly beaten
The days are dark nights
The rays are dark lights
The shining northern star of hope
Is the guide...

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