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I may not prefer writing (or reading) this particular style but that's not to say I haven't dabbled in it. I came cross a couple as I was editing and copying the 1,703 poems from hard drive to cd today.
My Mother, My Country
heavy laden and tired
she crawls slowly forward
each generation clings to her back
but that is her way
she gives of herself
freely and without thought
to love unconditionally
is the design of her heart
she opens her arms
to those without refuge
giving birth to the future
and the ideal of freedom
her existence means little
outside of her children
for she holds them all dear
in her bosom of peace
she is my country
the mother of opportunity
I am her son
and I am proud of America.
Don R. Williams, Jr.
Copyright ©2003 Don R. Williams, Jr.
The Color of God
Dedicated to the victims of the Alabama church fires.
Structures of God
engulfed by the flame
burning the faith
of all who believe
At the foot of the cross
the ashes of religion
singing the feet
of all who approach
A doctrine of hatred
preaching with fervor
striking the match
the denomination will burn
The pews of division
where righteousness sits
to the right of the throne
as Godliness suffers
On an altar of prejudice
crucifying our own
the blood of ALL children
is the color of God.
Don Williams, Jr.
Copyright ©2003 Don R. Williams, Jr.
My Mother, My Country
heavy laden and tired
she crawls slowly forward
each generation clings to her back
but that is her way
she gives of herself
freely and without thought
to love unconditionally
is the design of her heart
she opens her arms
to those without refuge
giving birth to the future
and the ideal of freedom
her existence means little
outside of her children
for she holds them all dear
in her bosom of peace
she is my country
the mother of opportunity
I am her son
and I am proud of America.
Don R. Williams, Jr.
Copyright ©2003 Don R. Williams, Jr.
The Color of God
Dedicated to the victims of the Alabama church fires.
Structures of God
engulfed by the flame
burning the faith
of all who believe
At the foot of the cross
the ashes of religion
singing the feet
of all who approach
A doctrine of hatred
preaching with fervor
striking the match
the denomination will burn
The pews of division
where righteousness sits
to the right of the throne
as Godliness suffers
On an altar of prejudice
crucifying our own
the blood of ALL children
is the color of God.
Don Williams, Jr.
Copyright ©2003 Don R. Williams, Jr.
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