Short Migrant Poems
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Unfortunate I am in this generation
only girls with migrant labor souls
and vibrating pilgrim lips
get trapped in my basket of love
glass wingspan flier
blue sky migrant skims springtide…,
they shun green meadows
Posted ; 11th April 2022
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Your eyes, migrant boats
when they found mine
of frigate, experienced navigator
Then they asked me for a pier...
they ache from bending hot day picking....
union of voices spanish tongue
in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers....
wanting needing more bread
No Latino
Donald Trump
Anti-migrant rant causes campaign bump.
Foolish remarks puts his empire in peril,
Possibly losing–lock, stock and barrel.
The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye.
I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant.
I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high:
Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.
They still label us as gipsies and tinkers
but it is them with the blinkers
everyone is a migrant
and our culture is vibrant
let us not forget about Treblinka
23rd February 2021
Sparkling clear
And singing low
Free as a migrant
As you go
A ripple here
A current there
An ebb and flow
With an idle air
A twist and turn
And you carry on
Water-borne
And pure as dawn
Bright flame to
Fading ember
Reservoir of
Creative joy
Now depleted
Brings the
Dim
Dismaying
Emptiness of
Effete creativity
Disheartens
Disenchants
The migrant
Soul of Striving
Artistry
An apple split
by my own thumbs,
a removal man.
You are an ebb distant,
a rustle of waves,
an upflight of birds,
migrant in ice.
When you cross the street
to your car, this a closure
in dull light. Winter`s tale.
Migrant jays quiver on ruins of their calm abode
As ghostly flakes of autumn’s trail reel with an insolent breeze.
Winging low, crystal moon guides pale birds through a nest of light.
Broken Wing’s Form S Contest
Theme: Sanctuary
7/23/2017
each leaf in its way
fly like homeward migrant birds ---
toward nations new
winds and storms ahead
flying with each green and red ---
find paths of their own
they might reach in seas
or in lands known or unknown ---
consciously conscious
18 January 2023
prismatic trees sway
as I ramble through the woods
picturesque hued fall
chrysanthemum blooms
among varicolored leaves
scarlet migrant birds
pale lemon sunshine
aged summer's lost his might
and is fading fast
the eyes of autumn
follow each beautiful sight
arrested by hues
Trump and Things Inherent
Trump has abused another migrant;
He prefers things that are inherent;
His adipose,
Is gross;
Separated a child from their parent.
Jim Horn
We already have almost 20 million
children who have mental problems.
Less than 70 years ago one of them
was trump.
White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!
Clear sky does pleasant eye awake
Warm sun on placid skin placate
Soft songs sung by migrant birds
Add to the harmony all peace reserved
Wander thoughts and feet together
Scenic glory whatever the weather
I would if life allowed
Sit here pondering every cloud
And wish that I could pass each day
In this most reverent way
For Migrants No Other Choice
When we had heard voice after voice,
Containing crying making loud noise;
Heading here,
Still with fear;
Coming to America was only choice.
To arrive in America tried and tried,
And yet after all of this she still died;
Another migrant,
To heaven went;
No water supplied and father cried.
Jim Horn
Everything today is a crisis
border crisis, migrant crisis
climate crisis, carbon crisis
mortgage crisis, housing crisis
Russia crisis, China crisis
tariff crisis, free-trade crisis
health-care crisis, population crisis
I’m sure you see what I mean
Everything extreme, nothing in-between
like a migrant thai worker
i pedal my bicycle on the
village path hunched over
dark my face covered against
the dust the dogs bark at me
the bees slammed into my forehead
and the scent of a distant homeland
assault my nostrils and like his letters
back home
silverplating the sweat of his brow
my poems two are wrapped in darkness
that covers my longing
In early spring’s afterglow
Egrets head north as winds row;
Dwelling on lattice of plains
And coo warble mild refrains--
How migrant journey stirs on
When April wakes with delight
Until lull of morn is done--
A homecoming … our birds' rite !
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5/31/2018
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By
David Kavanagh
Dedicated to the employers of migrant workers,
who pay them so little they have to practice
hot-bedding, to afford a roof over their head, the
proven breeding ground for current coronavirus
outbreak in Ireland getting out of control again.
Trump A Bed Wetter
Trump said he would make America better;
Likes Golden Showers and is a bed wetter;
Here parents went,
And are migrant;
He does have much difficuly writing a letter.
Jim Horn
Trump Destroyed Drinking Ghord
Knew that it was away and very far;
Saw drinking ghord with North Star;
Sought relief,
From grief;
Of law does not believe in the letter.
Jim Horn
Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene
while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine
sate appetites as dawn alights and daytime's crystalline.
A migrant feeds on rotting seeds with fingers far from clean
and thereby’s blessed with barren breast (the easier to wean) -
her baby sucks an arid flux and fades away unseen.
October hushes
a cold snap, baldachin for
red, brown and gold leaf.
Indian summer waver, Indian rope trick
sent to douse earthen world shackle.
Bogus heat pump transience.
Polar air mass scatters migrant bird
on vibrant amber.
Ocean gust saline coated whisper
to autumn eardrum host.
Nightscape shadows rudely cut across
the afternoon event space.
Date posted : 19th October 2021
Migrant bees swarming to the flowers
Passing through the beam of sunrays
The best ones are meeting the rain
The feared ones hiding the round petals
So tired for the whole day working
Gathering nectar for the seers and queen
This is the responsibility of a lowly worker
Working his butt out for love and loyalty
The beehives must content abundant honey
For the existence of nature and humanity.