Poetry Composition Through Instruction
by Jihmye Collins Quietly thinking of humanity, I ponder of someone born near a drain pipe of Islamabad The shanties of Subotica, Tijuana, or Manila An infant cries out into Life and receives the great gift Without its knowledge Ever to be fully lived Its innate eminence Snatched before the first steps By a human…
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by Jihmye Collins Music is everywhere… the lowlands, the mountains And across miles of rhythmic waves of the seas to distant communities one will perhaps never see Up from the soul, deeply rooted in the traditions of the Continent Abstracts of time and space Of shapes, form and comprehensive sound incapsulatng every imaginable mood of…
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by Jihmye Collins I paint because it’s in my blood, God gave the gift to me, I paint because it feels good― And I am compelled, I must create because creativity is who I am, As a people we are creative Expression extraordinaire, Always have been―historically― As far back as anyone knows, That is why…
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by Jihmye Collins From the hot, cracked streets of Many places, USA Where Panthers once softly and defiantly marched With clenched fists Thrust towards the heavens Talking about Justice And now, sometimes I Dream a Dream Of totally finding My total self Multiplied by the peoples and kindreds of the Earth Who will have in…
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by Jim Moreno Poet, word painting painter poet I’ve wanted to paint you with my words a long time, since before the bombing of Iraq, since before our media muffled death cries of flesh torn children. That’s only a piece of war with smart weapons, you know. I’ve wanted to sit here and create words…
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by Jimmy Santiago Baca It was a time when they were afraid of him.My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horsewith broken knees no one would shoot.Then again, he was like the orange tree,and young women plucked from him sweet fruit.To meet him, you must be in the right place,even his sons and daughter,…
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by Chief Dan George The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air the fragrance of the grass speaks to me.The summit of the mountainthe thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.The strength…
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By William Stafford Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made. I will listen to what…
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by Li Young Lee Your attention please.Train number 9, the Northern Zephyr,destined for River’s End, is now boarding.All ticketed passengersplease proceed to the gate marked Evening. Your attention please. Train number 7,Leaves Blown By, bound for the Color of Thinkingand Renovated Time, is now departing.All ticketed passengers may boardbehind my eyes. Your attention please, Train…
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by Sherman Alexie After driving all night, trying to reachArlee in time for the fancydancefinals, a case of emptybeer bottles shaking our foundations, westop at a liquor store, count out money,and would believe in the promise of any man with a twenty, a promisethin and wrinkled in his hand, reach-ing into the window of our…
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