Freedom Poems
Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Wij eisen de nacht op
by Mario Odekerken
Wij eisen de nacht op.
Niet als een verzoek,
maar als een recht.
Zodra de zon zakt,
veranderen onze lichamen
in voorzorgsmaatregelen.
Sleutels tussen vingers,
namen op apps,
blikken over schouders
......
A Curse For A Nation
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I heard an angel speak last night,
And he said 'Write!
Write a Nation's curse for me,
And send it over the Western Sea.'
I faltered, taking up the word:
'Not so, my lord!
If curses must be, choose another
To send thy curse against my brother.
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The Doubters And The Lovers
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE DOUBTERS.
YE love, and sonnets write! Fate's strange behest!
The heart, its hidden meaning to declare,
Must seek for rhymes, uniting pair with pair:
Learn, children, that the will is weak, at best.
Scarcely with freedom the o'erflowing breast
As yet can speak, and well may it beware;
Tempestuous passions sweep each chord that's there,
Then once more sink to night and gentle rest.
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A Dream
by Robert Burns
Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!
May Heaven augment your blisses
On ev'ry new birth-day ye see,
A humble poet wishes.
My bardship here, at your Levee
On sic a day as this is,
Is sure an uncouth sight to see,
Amang thae birth-day dresses
Sae fine this day.
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Trail to freedom 02
by Mario Odekerken
The earth is worn beneath cautious steps,
a path carved by hope and hunger.
Branches claw at the skin,
but they cannot turn the soul back.
Every rustle in the dark
holds the weight of decision,
to move,to breathe,to wait.
Silence becomes a kind of prayer.
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Trail to freedom
by Mario Odekerken
The earth is worn beneath cautious steps,
a path carved by hope and hunger.
Branches claw at the skin,
but they cannot turn the soul back.
Every rustle in the dark
holds the weight of decision,
to move,to breathe,to wait.
Silence becomes a kind of prayer.
......
Vrijheid 02
by Mario Odekerken
Vrijheid
wandelt zonder pad,
kent geen hekken,
geen geboden.
Ze leeft
in een keuze,
in stilte,
in het durven zijn.
Paradise is waiting
by Mario Odekerken
Paradise is waiting,
not in the clouds,
but in the hush
between waves,
in the breath
before the sun breaks.
It waits
without hurry,
where your footsteps
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Wij eisen de nacht op
by Mario Odekerken
Wij eisen de nacht op.
Niet als een verzoek,
maar als een recht.
Zodra de zon zakt,
veranderen onze lichamen
in voorzorgsmaatregelen.
Sleutels tussen vingers,
namen op apps,
blikken over schouders
......
