They called us witches to keep us silent,
our words curling in smoke. They held
our heads under water, tied feet to a stake;
judged those without children or mark upon
skin. They accused us of misleading children,
that poor crops were due to our sin. Crone and
whore, bossy and loud; battle-axe and tart,
frigid and shrew. They called us witches to cover
our screams, they called us witches to hide
our power. They called us witches to spread myth,
they called us witches to dispel our magic. Strong
and independent, courageous and true; brave and
united, nurturer and proud. They call us witches?
A name begets importance. We call them, nothing.
Dust gathers
on the sleeves of morning,
while sunlight hides
inside tired hands.
The city wakes slowly...
steel shutters,
factory smoke,
a kettle singing
in a worker's kitchen.
Someone walks toward another day,
carrying yesterday's exhaustion
like an invisible country
upon their back.
Yet dawn persists,
breaking through cracked pavements
and the stubborn courage
of ordinary people.
Flags rise like restless birds.
Voices gather
like rain before the storm.
Even silence
learns a different breath.
For every road,
every tower,
every window lit after dark
has passed through
the hands of someone unseen.
And somewhere
beneath the noise of the world,
a quiet truth endures:
No life is ever small.
Copyright@farukahmedroni
hearts brought together
in unison we're family
beginning new journey
TRUMP NOT INTO YOU
CANADIANS WILL PULL THROUGH
YOU WILL SEE THAT TRUE
The pot is melting...
The 'great melting pot'
This elaborately constructed pot holds a motley of colors and flavors
Once strong and pleasing to the eye, bustling with all of its aromatic juices, flavors, and textures
The great pot of RED, WHITE, and BLUE draws so many, and the few
Indigenous peoples and many others from great and small distances assimilate in this great pot
For a while, the cooking and eating were good, I mean pretty good
So good that still more ingredients desire to be added to this melting pot to bolster the flavor even more
But now, this great pot is disintegrating
Too hot now, is this pot
Too hot with deleterious elements that threaten the constitution of this great amalgamation
The pot is melting
The 'great melting pot'...
It is melting
CANADA RELATIONSHIP
LATELY HAS TAKEN A DIP
HOPEFULLY WILL FLIP
In honor of the 250th anniversary
of the Declaration of Independence
of the United States of America
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In Philadelphia’s summer heat,
Colonies rose to break defeat.
An alien crown across the sea,
No longer ruled our destiny.
Despite the roar of distant hates,
They wrote the birth: United States.
Where rights are not a gift of kings,
But truth that every person brings.
"We hold these truths," document said,
Like thunder rolling overhead:
That life and freedom must belong
To every voice, however strong.
Through fear of war and breaking ties,
Beneath uncertain, watchful skies,
They signed their names in bold resolve,
To let a new world form and evolve.
And now, two hundred fifty years,
By triumphs, happiness and tears,
A shining hope for all to see,
United States — Forever Free.
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In commemoration of America's upcoming birthday, I dedicate this Acrostic poem.
UNITY is foundational
NO kings
INDIVIDUAL rights
TYRANNY no more
EQUALITY of access for all
DOMESTIC tranquility
SLAVERY was acrosus
TAXATION with representation
ASSEMBLY for redress of grievances
TRAIL of tears
EVERY legal vote must be counted
STATUTORY government
OPPORTUNITY for all citizens
FAILURE is not an option
ASSSIMULATION, not separation
MAGNANAMOUS nation and people
ECONOMIC power house
RELIGIOUS freedom
IMAGINATION, dreams, and vision
COMPASSION for the poor and weak
ALL for one and one for all
If we ever want the world to come together
as one united family…
(which has never happened on this Earth before)
there are two qualities we need to be fostering…
two behaviors we need to be exhibiting more…
To have a universally united world…
where everyone…for everyone…is caring…
we all need to be more loving…
and we all need to do more sharing.
‘I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America,’
Where elephants and donkeys in the media prompt hysteria,
‘And to the Republic for which it stands,’
Devotion lies in political assassinations if one doesn’t comply or withstand,
‘One Nation under God,’
Whilst following religious law and trading faith for facade,
‘Indivisible,’
Indefensible,
‘With liberty and justice for all,’
With negligence for protocol.
The history of Black or African People,
And all of our People should be celebrated
Year-round: every hour, day, week, month, and decade.
The celebration must go on unabated,
All the time. The first couple,
Ever existed, had dark or ebony skin, said
Many credible historians,
Archeologists and great citizens.
The month of February is evidently too short.
Twenty-eight days are not enough,
To commemorate our Brave People, who've fought
And defeated ignorance, bigotry and slavery.
Three hundred and sixty-five days are not enough,
To honor the struggle of the Slaves who were brought
To different parts of the world. A century
Is not enough. Many centuries are not enough.
We need, every day and month of the almanac,
To celebrate, to remember the first Black
Couple, our ebony Ancestors,
Our Black Brothers and Sisters.
Copyright© January 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
Remember what sweet Jesus instructed,
to take care of the hungry.
Long lines of people with
hope,
stretched around the block,
feed them in Thanksgiving time.~
America, America; How can this be?
Where is our love? Where’s our dignity?
Look at us now, tell me, what do you see?
Well, from coast to coast; All I see is misery.
When we were young... so wild & free.
On top of the world for all to see!
We still struggled, still disagreed;
But I think we had alot more honesty.
We've made ourselves a labyrinth of laws;
Sewn with red tape and loaded with flaws
We have no morals, and so much deceit.
See all the thieves running rampant in our streets?
The system's worn. We all will agree;
There's pushers in our prisons and we let killers go free.
Our head's in the clouds!
Look! There's no laws online!
No wonder we stay on the phone all the time.
Let's make a comeback! Start a new fire!
So that we become what we admire!
Listen up people, it's our wake up call!
United we stand, individually we fall.
In Gaza's streets, where silence screams
A humanitarian crisis, a people's dreams
Unheard voices, lost in the pain
As bombs fall hard, and hope wanes
The world stands by, a distant hum
As lives are lost, and freedom's undone
Children weep, their future unsure
Their cries echo, but who's listening for?
Protesters rise, with voices bold
Demanding justice, for a story untold
But they're met with force, with chains and pain
Their courage crushed, their voices vain
Gaza's land, a story old
Palestinian hearts, with a history told
Displacement, occupation, and strife
A people's struggle, a long, hard life
The international community, a distant shore
Their words are hollow, as Gaza's people roar
No justice comes, no peace is found
As the world watches, Gaza's life dwindles down
But still we rise, with voices loud
For justice, freedom, and a future proud
We'll stand with Gaza, through every test
For humanity's sake, we won't find rest
Let's break the silence, let's shatter the chains
For Gaza's people, we'll rise above the pain
We'll stand as one, with hearts united strong
For justice, peace, and a future where all belong
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