Michael Hunter Poems

1.
Embrace pain
You will not like it
Hold it close.
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I never met a black man
until I was twenty-one.
They simply didn't live where
I was raised, deep behind
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The darkness is sung to stars
as the troubadour calmly brings
the night into existence.
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I am disappointed.

I'd seen a change and had felt
we'd turned a corner, leaving the
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Morning peace and self-reflection
- an apathetic joy -
not caring for gain or worldly wealth,
but feeling joyful in the single moment.
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18 days left until the end of the world!

We're down to the wire folks - so get your living in now because in 18 days, all this chaos, selfishness, hate, bigotry, joy, happiness, and beauty will com screeching to a halt.
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A shudder runs my o'er grown length
and brings a tear to eye,
leaving me with zero strength
to endure the burning lie!
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1.
You promise me peace
If I keep my eyes on You
How will that help me?
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Simple grace found in a sweet round face;
Eyes that sparkle with mischief and joy;
Cheeks red with passionate blood, and a smile.
O, the smile which always steals away my breath and pain.
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How sharp is your sickle?
Will I just be another sheaf, bundled for the harvest?
Stacked for the inferno?
Crushed and tossed on the thresher's floor?
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