Poet Laureate Circle - Democrats Abroad

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Days In and Days Out

Paul's daughter Irene Melina Hickman reads his poem: When does it end with my death.The minutes-hours-days weeks-months-years.We the enslaved toiled without mercy for those who controlOur daily movements. The......

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The World We Live In

The World we live in doesn't view us as we are.It sees us through the scope of the biases that plague it We are judged through a filter changing......

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The Silence for 100 years

Paul's daughter Irene Melina Hickman reads his poem: The history of a country can be known by its music. You think you know how it feels to watch......

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My Mother

Oh mother, mother, my dearest mother. AsI sit here. Remembering, your wisdomAnd words of compassion. I surely do miss.The consolation, of your gentle words. ISurely do miss. The guiding......

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Family Matters

She was an obedient childBorn of hard-working parentsStrictly raised morals ingrainedShe was given a new assignmentFrom her third-grade teacherTo draw a picture family tree Of her......

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Kneeling to Stand

They told him he was disrespectful.That he had nothing to complain about. His protest made people uncomfortable.They targeted him, they blackballed him, they tried to diminish him.Because he......

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I Remember You

I remember you, when we went swimming in dad's pond.I was not mud crawling! I remember you, when you drove the wagon wheel over,Jo's arm after she fell out......

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Once Upon A Concrete Jungle

Adjusted to seclusionAs the roar of tragedyStruck our cities in rageA deluge of gloomDescended upon our hopesSlowly embodied our griefInto whimpers at duskClandestine closets shatteredComplexities multipliedCrowds......

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Into the Realm of Discourse

--IreneFinally, off on the long journey to a familiar land.Fearful, yet unafraid of the long wait to see her.As I remember, surely not the same as I left, but......

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A PTSD Nightmare

A dream last night40 Vietnam warriorsSitting stonedAround a fireIn Central ParkWith the bombsStill explodingInside their bowelsWhile seagulls jeeredAlong the dead seacoastA blackbird named JonathanRose with a......