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Bigot, -Me?

Prejudice seated deeply
in dark recesses.
Placed far back in forgotten
memories.

Small town redneck boy
unthinking.
Differences are not
to trust.

Grown man professing
enlightenment.
“All men are created
equal”.

Dark thoughts creeping
through light.
Heaven help me.
Bigot, -Me?

Children playing, laughing,
one white, one black
At which one,
will I smile?

poem by Roger A. Rose
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The Great Sin Of Prejudice Against Color

Children,
who made your skin white?
Was it not God?
Who made mine black?
Was it not the same God?
Am I to blame, therefore,
because my skin is black?
Does it not cast a reproach
on our Maker
to despise a part of His children,
because He has been pleased
to give them a black skin?
Indeed, children, it does;
and your teachers ought to tell you so,
and root up, if possible,
the great sin of prejudice
against color from your minds.

While Sabbath School Teachers
know of this great sin,
and not only do not teach
their pupils that it is a sin,
but too often indulge in it themselves,
can they expect God
to bless them or the children?

Does not God love colored children
as well as white children?
And did not the same Savior
die to save the one as well as the other?

If so,
white children must know
that if they go to Heaven,
they must go there
without their prejudice against color,
for in Heaven
black and white
are one in the love of Jesus.

Now children,
remember what Sojourner Truth has told you,
and thus get rid of your prejudice,
and learn to love colored children
that you may be
all the children of your Father
who is in Heaven.

poem by Sojourner Truth
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(Angry Poem) Angry Are Your Children Of Forgotten Memories

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Needs become greed.
To succeed you must move past what has became another loss.
Hypnotic is a pipe dream
in which your will is fact.
It's a written contract.
Be there when it counts most.
So close
Yet so far away.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
What have you created
what have you instigated.
With a sickle in your hand
you swing at me.
Full force
full impact
lack of discretion
another life lesson.
Trust no one you don't really know.
Unless your ready to let go.
Being released from it all.
A hunters knife cuts the rope.
A hammer smashes the chains.
Nothing is ever in vain.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
A cut so clean.
The wound that continuously bleeds.
No matter pressure put on it.
My leukemia destroys all immunities.
Metaphorically speaking
metaphorically preaching.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Destiny does not wait or ask you how you want it.
It just goes
flows threw all our veins.
Even with the the greatest change.
We still are powerless over it.
We continuously fight it
deny it
but only a fool can not see whats right in front of them.
It is what we have become right or wrong
It's who we are.
As much as we choose it.
We still have no control over it.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
You say this is it,
then must have always been it.
From the beginning.
It's written in invisible ink.
Some fortunes can't be told
They have to be lived.
One day I'll understand what the draw was
but at this time
It's nothing but angry are the children of your forgotten memories.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Incantation

A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.

A white rose
Black brambles hood;
Smooth bright snows
In a dark wood.

A flung white glove
In a dark fight;
A white dove
On a wild black night.

A white door
In a dark lane;
A bright core
To bitter black pain.

A white hand
Waved from dark walls;
In a burnt black land
Bright waterfalls.

A bright spark
Where black ashes are;
In the smothering dark
One white star.

poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

poem by Jeff Manion
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Paint The Town Redneck

(richard fagan/steve obrien)
All week long I been workin that nine to five
Dreamin in color but livin in black and white
Monday to friday aint nothing but shades of gray
But tonight Im gonna party
All my blue collar blues away
Im a paint the town redneck when I get my paycheck
You ought to see my chevy van go
Headin for the bright lights, Ill be painting all night
Im a honky tonkin michelangelo
Picasso with a pool stick
Too loose with a two step
Rollin till my greens all gone
Im a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along
We can get there early
And draw us a pitcher of beer
Do a little dancin and make the blues disappear
Brushin up against each other in the neon light
You can be my mona lisa and Ill make you smile tonight
Im a paint the town redneck when I get my paycheck
You ought to see my chevy van go
Headin for the bright lights, Ill be painting all night
Im a honky tonkin michelangelo
Picasso with a pool stick
Too loose with a two step
Rollin till my greens all gone
Im a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along
Im a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along

song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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You Are My Light Through The Dark!

You are my light through the dark of night,
That guides me to the light of day.
When my light fades from day,
You help me in the dark.

For awhile now my heart’s been in the dark,
But you came along and brought in the light.
It’s been shattered and lost,
Until you found the pieces and put them back together again.

Sometimes the dark is scary,
Other times it’s calming.
Sometimes the light is nice,
Other times it hurts.

When the dark is scary and comes creeping in,
You’re always there in more ways then one,
Keeping me calm.

When the dark is calming and I’m asleep,
I picture you there with me,
Holding me close.

When the light is nice,
You make me laugh,
Happy with joy.

When the light hurts me so,
You also feel the pain I feel,
But still help me to relax.

In many ways you’re my light through the dark.

poem by Sara Tober
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Oldie

One day I will meet you
on a dirt track
and ask about back yard
where moon lives.

Will you give me a kiss of the clock?
I have forgotten the back years.
Autumn now takes care of my assets
and I keep on erasing the names.

O, harvest moon, don’t go away.
I was playing with the black thoughts
eating the yellow grass,
learning the alphabet of white pain.

It was a crystal midmoon, dark animal,
who has taken away all the tears.

poem by Satish Verma
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You, the Dark

Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.

And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.

So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:

'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'

And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!

Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Isolation Of Love

Because of isolation by secular prejudice,
I am living without you.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
I must give up love.

Whom I must give up loving,
Whom you must give up loving,
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We can't live without each other.

Your eyes, your smiles are deeply in my heart,
So deeply, deeply, they aren't able to be forgotten.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
It doesn't exist true love in the world.

We make a living each other, live far from each other,
But our hearts are together with each other.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We are crazy already, it doesn't exist true love.

(Feb.27,2012)

poem by Zhijian Jiang
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Three Dark Shadows

Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place

The two
Did not follow
Since then
They realized
Perhaps that
With what
I tell them
I am blacker
Than black
On a dark
Raincoat
On a dark
Park
On a dark
Road
&
In my dark
Mind
It would
Be so hard
For them
To follow
Through &
Through.

They quit
They split
&
So I
Walk alone
In the dark
As one lonely
Shadow
Darker than
Dark
&
Now
It is you
Here
Following me?
In fact
We change
And it is
You
In effect
Who is
Leading me
Through
These lines
Flowing
Slowly
Gradually
Getting
Darker than
Dark

You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough

You win
& lose…

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dark Dark Girl

Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die

But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark

Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show

poem by Kyle Potter
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Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place

You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough

You win
& lose…

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]

I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.

What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.

Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.

And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.

I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!

Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.

poem by Bri Edwards
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Total Trust.....Lost

This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think

More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track

You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it

In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust

You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop

You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out

Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it

And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.

poem by Rudy Hossam
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We Are The Children

We are the children who never got to be children
We all grew up too fast
We are the children who cried silent tears
Praying it wouldn't last

We are the children who practised their smile
Hiding all the pain inside
We are the children who couldn't get away
Got dragged along for the ride

So now hear my prayer
Let the children smile
Don't take away their youth and innocence
Let them be kids for a while

So now join this march
For the children's rights
Don't lock them away in the cold and the dark
Just give them a shining light

The kids don't work they do my head in
Just remember it's coz of all the lies you spin
You think it's messed up now - just wait till you're old
You never made those memories out of gold

The kids they cry
Every single night
Just let them smile
And see the light

poem by Alex Daydream
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When The Lights Go Out

Well you say you have a friend
You trust him with your life
You trust him with your car, you trust him with your kids
You even trust him with your wife
You better watch whats going down when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Well now the world is dark and funny
You better listen to what I say
You aint gonna know whats going on
By what you see in the light of day
You better watch whats going on when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Well now baby she trusted billy
With reason you understand
But billy he kept coming home late at night
And in the morning he had that smell on his hand
Well now the world is turning
Rome is burning
Me Im watching
And Im learning
They say it sure is gods hand in the ticking of the clock
The lords light shining under every dirty rock
Well now last night I slept right here
And I heard gods voice whisper in my ear
You better watch whats going on when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Down in this dirty little town
Down in this dirty little town

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Too Dark

When I was growing up I used to be ashamed of my complexion.
I used to think I was too dark.

My brother was so light he could nearly pass as white. My sister was that cream in the coffee color just like my mother and my father but me I was the midnight child too dark.

Kids used to call me spook and gorilla because of my dark skin. They would say if the lights go out the only way I could be found was to grin. I was too dark.

Too dark is what I thought until I heard James Brown scream “say it loud I’m black and I’m proud.” I also saw the ladies start to smile at me and claim “the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.”

I ‘m now proud of my complexion and no more do I think I’m too dark.

poem by Lore Me34
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When Day met Night

When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell.
About heavenly Light,
falling in love with Dark Hell.

The Light was nice,
and curtsied when due.
the Dark had no manners,
not a noted a' due.

So when Light found Dark,
she hugged him deep.
Instead he slithered away,
making Light weep.

Dark looked back before he ran,
Seeing Light kneeling and broken down.
Dark ran over and pulled her lips up,
'Upside down goes that frown! '

He snickered and fled,
back down to Hell.
Light blushed and smiled,
leaving as well.

So when Light met Dark,
on that faithful day.
Dark gained a moon,
to lead Light's way.

poem by Samantha Bush
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Equal?

How many men are created equal?
That's to hard to figure out.
How many men are created equal?
Preacher says 'ALL of us'
Hear him shout.

I guess he's forgotten what equal means.
He must be thinkin' about countin' beans.
One for you, two for me.
Count 'em up and you'll see
just what equal's all about?
Equal's really all about
who's doin' the countin'.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Driving Through the Dark

Travelling for miles, and miles,
Through the dark;
In the distance a flood light appears, upon a hill,
Pulling the old house and barn back together;
Light makes closer.

A small-town street lamp
Goes out,
And the buildings on either side wander away,
In the darkness,
Only to be regathered when the sun arises;
Light makes closer.

Hundreds of billions of miles out
A brilliant star flashes upon the emptiness of night,
While on a dark and still farm
A dog awakes,
Sensing the light, looks up,
Seeking,
See's headlights approaching on a two-lane blacktop,
And watches until we pass,
My car and I -

All of us gathered together,
The immense and the small,
The mobile and the still,
Enjoined into the light;
Here, driving onward through the dark (of life)
Having come far enough
To see,
Only light truly
Makes closer.

(- Light is an understanding,
of things esoteric.)

poem by Smoky Hoss
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