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Some Like Poetry Poem By Wislawa Szymborska

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Some Like Poetry – Poem by Wislawa Szymborska
Some –

thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.

Not counting schools, where one has to,

and the poets themselves,

there might be two people per thousand.

Like –

but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,

one likes compliments and the color blue,

one likes an old scarf,

one likes having the upper hand,

one likes stroking a dog.

Poetry –

but what is poetry.

Many shaky answers

have been given to this question.

But I don’t know and don’t know and hold on to it

like to a sustaining railing.

Translated by Regina Grol

Destroyer Poem

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Facebook
destroyer of creativity
maker of average
it is a grade school friend
saying
you can’t sing
a weeks work flows by in two seconds
into oblivion
life is dark enough
out here in
give up land
out here in try again city
we are all children coloring in our
books
enjoying the mud
it is not important if the dirt
on our hands is pure
it is only important that our hands are dirty
from work
fuck the likes
fuck the shares
good art can come from
not being
liked
It’s best to throw the rock
from outside the window
It’s better to scream alone in the forest
God cannot hear you in the
crowd.

Facebook Poem 324

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Oh 324 where did you go
Who you were I do not know
was it something I said?
Now 323 is walking to the door
Oh please don’t go,
don’t go, I have a cat
and I cooked a meal,
and you are still
number one with me.
322 you have that look
like you are closing a book
Here is a pic of my dog
running through the fog
Please don’t hit the door
like 324

Fatigued | Poem

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Fatigued

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

All our lives us colored gals been attacked, raped, an hacked. Been called

ev’rythang, BUT… the child of God:

Negro, black, napped, ugly, bald and fat. And you know this;

this is fact! So.

What do you thank’ we care bout’ lil’ ol’ you

doin’ us in too? Never forget this…

When we are weak,

we are mightier than you!

 

“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong”

(2 Corinthians 12:10 KJV.)

 

“I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired” (Civil Rights Activist Fannie Lou Hamer.)

 

Dedicated to:

When a colored gal grows weary WATCH OUT she becomes Mandinka strong.

 

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight

 

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