History Poems
Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
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Creed
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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The City In Which I Loved You
by Li-Young Lee
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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We Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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Cleopatra
by Mario Odekerken
Cleopatra, a vision draped in gold and shadow,
eyes painted dark as the Nile's midnight flow,
lips curving with secrets
whispered to power,
each glance a promise, each word a silken snare.
She moves as a storm hidden in silks,
her beauty a veil over cunning
that glitters sharp,
a queen crowned in mysteries,
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Stanbrook Abbey.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
In a quiet Worcestershire village,
Stands an Abbey of a by-gone age.
Once a home to Benedictine Nuns,
The holy order; the silent ones.
A place of peace and grace,
Stanbrook Abbey; a Holy place.
Along the Cloisters; the chapel to reach,
On bended knees to pray and beseech.
It`s a hotel now of grand design,
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Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
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The Truth of Nothing
by Michael J. Nappi
Long winded words
hot and polished
read aloud,
as if from the heart.
Speeches of subterfuge
feed full spoons of fraudulence,
slightly sweetened slander
gobbled by a gaggle of goons.
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Confucius
by Mario Odekerken
Wisdom flows like water
clear and quiet
guiding the humble heart
In stillness
truth reveals itself
and each step taken
is a path to understanding.
