Memory Prejudice Poems

Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.

Repugnant yet...

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The quick fix had worked so
She slipped the needle away,
Her little liquid friend that helped 
Through each long working day.
A toot of the horn told...

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Where balance once was leveled . . .
    New weight simply sought one side.
This gave a fresh burden to the barren,
 ...

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“no joyous enlivenment
without inner alignment”

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preconceived notions colours our judgment 
blinding us to the displayed emotion
until we be in the present moment 

memory imagery cessation
liberates us...

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quatrain with chain rhyme

The edge of the sunset dissolves
into the horizon.  The day's candle
dies, yet fires light the sky once more;
once more, as rioters...

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Reign of terror plays out
Endless nights as victims shout
So many good ones vanish
People must hide their anguish
Equality is a forbidden word
Community's voice tries to be...

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Prejudice is subliminal.
We all have it, even those of us who think we do not.
Let’s say….
Carl is humiliated and embarrassed in a bedroom with yellow...

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Chapter 2, The 1492. 
That’s where they like to begin. They skip over the terrorists activities of theft, plunder, and genocides. When we naively thought...

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“I can't breathe!” he cries,
over and over again.  
No use. Dead. By knee!...

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My body’s wrapped in the vastness of poetry.
Like a prisoner, locked in a dungeon of hope.
Crawling through a poetic infantry
With a feeling my heart could...

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Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists, 
their clenched jaws and fists.

Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.

Nobody is qualified...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will...

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Tiny little house at the edge of the yard.
A place where dolls gather and tea is served.
Little girls learn lessons about life.
Be kind, be sweet,...

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She stands all alone in a court full of men
An innocent woman condemned
The charges are great, she's resigned to her fate
She knows she will die...

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Cameras 


The root of my agony
Lies beyond this dollar store
To my foremothers and forefathers
Shackled by thieves
Stolen from the graces of Africa 

Their feet once light...

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