The night falls and the women are in the street,
single alone as it seems never to be shown,
Desperate she is forced to do what others sin,
Rewarded for her love and care she could bring,
the doors close as once she is inside,
Raped and tortured by those who were hers,
A woman cries and no one hears.
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Born Ghanaian – Poem by Kwaku Amoako Fosu-gyeabour
The pride of Africa
I am born Ghanaian
The tamed wildlife and evergreen forest
The development and democracy
I am born Ghanaian
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Church — Poem by John C. Mannone
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God – Matthew 5:8
Random acts of kindness
Can be found just about anywhere.
Can I get an Amen to that? I suppose
Even the cutthroat rich
Can be philanthropic, but more likely
The barely-above-poor will give his only shirt.
Keeping Warm — Poem by John C. Mannone
I heard it on the news: Nor’easter pummeled Baltimore last night,
wondered if you were okay, son, or if you were wrapped up
in some alley corner trying to keep warm in an igloo you might
have fashioned from those snowdrifts. Or maybe you stayed warm
in the county jail after backtalkin’ a policeman before he searched
your tattered clothes and found Jamaican hash stashed in your jeans.
Fly Me to the Moon — Poem by John C. Mannone
My backyard was a launch pad
for my dreams in ’58. I thought
the Hardy Boys were the smartest
kids in the world. They taught me
engineering, rocket science, love
of exploration. I scoured their books
for blueprints; junk yards for parts
later to become my rocket to the Moon.
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The Remnants Of My Tears — Poem by Wendell Brown
My tears were hidden on my face
As a shower fell from the skies above
Darkness did now fill my life
As I frantically searched for those I love
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Nature’s Sweet Biracial Child — Poem by Wendell Brown
I am the ginger brown of the Egyptian
The blackness of the Sudan
I am the beauty to which the birds sing
I have the supremeness of the royal Lion
I am the Orchid that adorns the shore of the Nile
And the brightness of shimmering stars
I am the nomad that dwells in the Sahara
I am known throughout the lands afar
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Our Flowers, Our Loss — Poem by Wendell A. Brown
Where have all our beautiful flowers gone
Each so very special in their own way
Where have all our young flowers gone
Why has this world’s evil taken them away
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Poem for a Sick Friend – by Wendell Brown
A Touch
Wake up in smiles
Because you are alive,
As God permits you
To see another day
A True Love Poem – by Wendell Brown
True Love never dies
When happiness really finds us
And sweet tranquility fills our minds,
When cupids arrow does pierce our hearts
True love does never die…