History Terzanelle Poems

Lest the moon tip over and spill the blood,
With apocalyptic fury signaling the climax
In history as in the days of old Noah’s flood,

When the earth...

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February brings the return of Black History month
Black history is real history every day of the week,
So, I react with an “it’s a long coming”...

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Play your part in moulding the future very well
Plan, think and act with care and flair all the time
Ensure each step moves you nigh Heaven’s...

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No mercy to the poor was shown,
only hard sentences given
Chained souls to the grindstone

Ghetto grief is accepted living,
hope shot dead by cold concern
Survival is a...

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Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered...

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Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history
Love remained as a time capsule
Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory

Being alive is being a...

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I listen to the whisper of angel wings
Hovering at the edge of eternity
Her glowing fingers play silver harp strings

I am mesmerized by her purity
Here I...

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In all times there will be young who die.
There are too many people to list.
Those left behind alway wonder why.

In our great sadness we shake...

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See shadows gently turning
Through countless nights and ceaseless days
Till once again returning

A blue and grey concentric maze
Enduring through the ages
Through countless nights and ceaseless days

Those...

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The sky an orange color, a warm hue
In the city streets where you are still king
Placed are old buildings near to what is new

Each place...

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Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof...

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Imagine a hoary and hide-bound tome,
A translation of an ancient Greek text.
Sift 'mongst the lines, and through the details comb,

Referenced there find what has so...

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Of Roma blood, gypsy am I, black of skin and eye
fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me.
For tribe and violin, I live,...

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I felled my day and lumbered my night
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light

All mirrored...

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