History Quatrain Poems

They invaded the neighbouring town by night,
Stripped it of its serenity before daylight,
They had been to the town before,
No one knew they would come for...

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The Spirit of the Lord was upon Him
the Maestro the  anointed one
         to bring good news
if...

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Who were these people whom I feel for familiarity?
Who am I really, when finding this clarity?
Who are we in this time of reenacting memories?
Who were...

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You began to write the history of your life
With a kind of fear;
I know not why you are so great;
O, Helen, to me, you are...

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Rosa took a stand 
by taking a seat :)
making a strong point
with dignity sweet :D



 [I read her autobiography for Black History Month; always admired...

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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life...

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If we want a friend with whom
we'll never grow bored
The best one to recommend
is Jesus our Lord

Although some experiences
may hit a lull
The more we get...

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Written: January 11, 2023
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Forge forth from force, never from...

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The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax,...

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In the meadow where memories softly grow,
Waves of grasses tenderly bend and blow.
Underneath the sky’s endless, azure sea,
Memories dance, free and jubilantly.

Wildflowers, vibrant with stories...

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World War 3, if such a war would happen,
will probably not be what we expect.
A war is being waged right now, and yet,
by many, it...

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I spend most time within this grave
Unmarked and deathly silent
I met my end remaining brave
Which made it no less violent

Pressed to death for 3 long...

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Was sitting in my wheelchair in my den,
My son, playing with trucks on the floor.
The smell of pot roast wafting from the 
kitchen door.
I thought...

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Chloey was a concubine
By the time that she was nine
Gents who should have saved her
Said only she was mighty fine....

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'Twas an ominous moment when rode into town
To its marshal defy and outdraw and gun down
A notorious, murderous varmint named Slade 
Who had widows and...

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