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Harlen Lambert Poem
Originally published in Out On a Limb, an Anthology for Friends June 2020
You hate me for my color.
You hate me for our differences.
You hate me for my successes.
You call me names.
You call me useless.
You call me an outsider.
You marked me as invisible.
You made me your scapegoat.
You expressed your hatred, and
Excluded me from your world,
Allowing you to define
Who was welcome into your group.
Do you feel united?
Are you at peace?
That is, until the next tension rises and
A new scapegoat needs to be found.
Copyright © Harlen Lambert | Year Posted 2025
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Harlen Lambert Poem
Originally published in Affairs of the Heart, Vol. 2 August 2017
If and when you pass through this world,
Make it mighty slow.
If you pay attention to everything
People say as you go,
You will always be tired,
And kept in a stew,
Because a negative tongue
Will always have something to do.
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Harlen Lambert Poem
Originally published in Out on a Limb, An Anthology for Friends June 2020
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
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“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
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Harlen Lambert Poem
Originally published in Out on a Limb, an Anthology for Friends June 2020
Little dogs,
To show how “big” they are,
Growl and snap in a mean gruff bluff;
And “little men,”
Yell and beat their chests and their wives
To prove they’re big, rough, tough.
But when truly formidable challenges
Finally come their way,
Three guesses.
Who’s first to run,
And which dog has his day?
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Harlen Lambert Poem
Originally published in Out On a Limb, an Anthology for Friends, June 2020
They can put a man
On a pedestal,
Have him admired
Far and wide;
But he’ll never
Really be that tall
Unless he feels
That way inside.
The crowd can make
A man a king
And call him
A big success,
But he must reach
Goals he’s set himself
If he’s to find
True happiness.
Copyright © Harlen Lambert | Year Posted 2025
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