History Visionary Poems

I only remembered it for a minute second 
Some dream bound for the black hole.
A minuscule moment it was
Slipping into the fabric of no dimension.
The...

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Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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A powerful poem, inspired by a thought-provoking storyline on a show. We are all part of the great human family and everyone is important. Our...

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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life...

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Our enemies are hidden because we cannot see,
for they are camouflaged in the sea of our deepest fears.
They are not obvious through our blurred vision,
even...

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What can
will be put to rest,

but each New Year
is a history
of our old – predilections
governing the heart and soul
of man...a nest of cupids and
demons~ bearing...

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HEED, my words
for at its end
his name will be
future seafarers
guide like that
of a star
HAIL, the winds
they come from the north
and just yon, a star
that none...

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All aboard the one time train
With a one stop along the way
It's a journey you'd not wanna miss
It will be worth your day 

The train...

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Fire-blown mounds of ash do swirl
About a charred pathetic doll
With one surviving dead man’s eye
Whose eyelid flickers back no more

Torn up like a tethered fox
Mail-shirt...

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The tide worn and barnacled pylons
holding up the wharf wobble 
on a sea swell like loose teeth.
Most of the decking planks
are missing. Those that remain...

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Old timers, history;4th/5th generation
The friends we knew, now just memories
A forgotten world past, new bringing
AI, technology; what is it we become
The past barely existing, rotting...

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In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real. 

I...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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Little boxes
By Michelle Morris
09/08/2023

Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes everywhere
Tick the forms for every single thing
That humans have to bear

Little boxes, little boxes
Little boxes for everyone
Even...

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Just over the next mountain I journey
past the horizon of my history-
going past that which I have known
where knowledge lies in the next sudden sunrise
to...

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