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      Love Sonnet LXXVIII

      Love Sonnet LXXVIII   Color defines our world, bold, defiant colors that tells the story of our lives. We are loud in our brilliance,   alive in our textures, and warm in the way we move to the music found as color is bent as it   travels across Time. There was...

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      Love Sonnet LXXVII

      Love Sonnet LXXVII   The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of   my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death   scattered along the roadside; rotted...

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      • this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written

    • IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

      I want to hear the sky speak
      of birds flying,
      of being blue.
      Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
      and its encompassing heat.
      I want to hear the sky mention
      the Earth’s crying rivers
      sing the songs of understanding.
      So why do they want me
      Comatose?
      Insane?
      Confused about where
      we have come from?
      ~~~
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      The Land

      I was told this was home I was given it on silver plater They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it   Words written on paper was crafted beautifully Penmanship to die for That was it… The hidden message   To    die   ...

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    • My Land

      I was told this was home
      I was given it on silver plater
      They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

      Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
      Penmanship to die for
      That was it…
      The hidden message

      To die for

      I can not take what is not mine
      Can land really be mine
      The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More

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      • In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More

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