Freedom Simile Poems

So a world could be small yet too big,

This lady is ripped; she cries all day!

He to be master, now boss ever stay. 

Oh this...

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Sky Colors

Yes, there are clouds. 
They come in every color
of the rainbow. 
Then the rainbow adds
her own beauty, 
unique all until herself. 
A lovely promise
given...

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Time Passing

I can see the wrinkles in the mirror, 
even without my glasses. 
What does that mean? 
They are deep and permanent. 
Youth has fled...

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In Life we were free
As free as Birds
We could fly around and do as we please
We could touch the skies and walk on moons
We held...

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I.	Daybreak

what glint of morning
is this where the rusty bloom of chain link fences
cuts the turf of rowhouses

the weeds still talk with the legs
of crickets as...

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Lynching Live; So What? Trumped-Up Normality Reins

Knee lynching streamed live,
Shadowed death’s source is revealed;
Justice remains blind!

Cameras roll, showing death’s shadowed 
source.
Cameras don’t lie; streaming the...

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lovely Line is a lady who
lingers in deep thought-
her style shines with wit;
a simile or two with a touch of personification in
free verse poems, 
shares...

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If only old justice could be as death
in the daily lives we live.

Pity, her evolution remains
a punctuated checkmate delusion
and her close kin, liberty,
a symbiotic partner—both...

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KING DAY
(A Retrospective Perspective)

			     David said to Solomon his son, be
			strong and of good courage, and do 
			it: fear not, nor...

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Ever so gently gliding
Buoyant, so light in the air
Free as an eagle


Date written and posted: 12/03/2018...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect,...

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like seagulls skating 
on ocean waters
we navigate the currents
of deception
cascading jelly rocks of defeat
as we flow nile like
upward and onward
splashing into liberation…
water eagles sailing
surging waves…hip...

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A Sable Hued Syllabic Awakening…
(For Richard Wright)



Even snakes have love…
but no one wants their embrace;
such coiled loneliness…

Yet nature provides…
eggs are laid…babies are hatched
and snakes slitter...

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Woe Betide The Forgetful…
Though the body be weary and tired,
the soul burns with everlasting energy.
To where we have come,
much farther remains to go.

The Moses exodus;
Noah’s...

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FOOTPRINTS

Footprints are walked memories; 
molded cerebral impressions
of traced tracks—telling 
tinted stories of freedom’s journeys;
like running rivers between banks
leaving trailing residues of liberation.

Remembered footprints
tell tall towering...

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