Horse Prejudice Poems

I thought anger was a negative emotion
to be avoided at all costs.
Then I thought about the oppressed.
Anger grew inside of me.

I chose to act upon...

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Years add on and still are not free,
Earth's jewelleries are precious golden;

Yet are seen deemed with worth are cling .
In all the fumbles, ponder within;

As...

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Le gommier de la Municipalite - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Municipal Gum Tree by T Wignesan

[Automatic re-translation into English edited for effect...]

Le gommier qui se...

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...He spotted Jones, and three other rough men,
digging at the ground beneath a large spruce.
Jones was grousing, “I know it’s buried somewhere,
if if it’s not...

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...Elias didn’t know who the man was,
his mother just shrieked, and retreated back,
the man said, “Boy, my name is Trigger Jones,
and I tell you, I...

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Who am I? Am I even human? What is my place in this world?
I am confused, sometimes I do not even feel like a human...

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Made a sand dune as he had done,
We were children and sand was fun,
Beautiful castle with deep moat,
Filled with water and paper boat!

Imagined soldiers guarded...

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The Cigar Store Indian
Written: by Tom Wright
May 2004
No painted war-horse
Is found tied outside,
He now stands abandoned 
In a cigar store;

His cheeks testify of
Match marks bearing...

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Why does everyone judge me ?
I have never in my whole lifetime ever claimed to be perfect
because I know that nobody is perfect except He...

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In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Staring out upon 
a curving, long race-track,
as thoroughbreds set off
running races back-to-back.
Around...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy...

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this life I live breaks my heart a little more each day
the maladies and tragedies consume my dreams
and wear away all my strength
sorrow is my...

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Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or...

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I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought
	The twenty acres alongside the highway
		On the east side of town in 1956,
That seemed so quiet then,...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration...

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