Restitution Poems - Poems about Restitution

Solidarity follows What humility begets Hilarity follows When humanity forgets Sorrowful wallows We panic, we regret Indemnity follows A species drowning in debt ...

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So black lives matter now we say their worth now seen anew While ages past we saw the day we recognized so few. But white lives matter too they said and brown and yellow too Yet centuries of hidden bled ‘neith toes of masters’ shoes Enslavement built our country strong in goods and crops and funds A wealthy nation moved along on backs of murdered...

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Lord I am an ingredient I want to be more than just that In your pot stir me up Come sup, dine with me Fill me up With thine substance leaven me Keep stirring me up Keep me from sticking, burning on this and the other side Come sit with me come drink my portion Engage near me my resolution...

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My smiles just for the institution, Which trifles not with constitution: Brooks not the safest prostitution, Defaulters starving restitution... Institution that works with tuition To minds prepare for intuition, So that yesterday's Dumped Destitute Is not today's Bitter Prostitute... Institution tasting sweet Appeal, No plans to Sacrosanct Laws repeal: A body for Routine procreation Of men with famished eyes on fruition. That's institution for Rubber...

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In this life of mine I forgive all transgressors We are endless ones...

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Thru deliberate seductive liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits, I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans blatant actions to foment coital adulteration. Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union. Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his troth, he sported husbandly marital vows courtesy monogrammed nondescript ring. Impossible mission prevails to locate complimentary jeweled tokens bespeaking our joint monogamous fidelity. Yours truly...

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Restoring the lost me To replenish the exhausted zest. To learn to fall off a crest, Looking up again, with a heart in my chest. Reviving reliving the vivid memories ,when the feet were tiny, full of grace full of pace. Holding on to memories, nostalgia circling me, i began to walk , a tumultuous trip. Holding on to my hues, alas, I traversed through. Timidly trailing time, hoping to...

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THE REALM OF THE FALL.... There existeth a realm on the face of the earth where immortal and mortal compete for glory.. what is a mortal if not a god clipped to submission.. on a path of remission... what is man and the son of man.. bit lower than angels.. crowned of honor and glory sin the greatest hindrance to re-union.. sin separateth creature from creator leading to the former dying...

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The summer scene So blissful and serene A bright sun shines Over baby-blue skies Upon a mountainous view Bringing pleasure to my eyes It’s great to be alive! Breathe in the air Feel a surge inside As it flows through Something beyond compare There is no way to describe There is no way I can share What I am telling you It is the accomplishment More like personal gain To rise...

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A sick, bleeding heart Sings a song of loneliness It lives for true love And is searching everywhere For the one who will mend it A sore, vengeful heart Longs for a moment of peace The heart is maddened And is straining to repair It's cold, endless suffering Dawn Kilby Copyright ©2008 Dawn Kilby...

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