Poems That Should Never Be Read In Church

The more clearly God is manifest in the world, the less we can choose to ignore his presence. His choice not I read this poem in church, after suffering cardiac arrest at home. You Never Promised Us A Perfect Life, But Only A Perfect Love.
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So, of course, who else but a black, queer poet could offer us such uneasy music? Who else but him—present in a world that claimed he was, in at least two ways, wrong—could bring us so much closer, that intimate with our own breathing bodies, which will fail us? It is maybe like how history often looks back on such poets as Dixon, erasing his legacy, failing him, so that this poem, among many, becomes as a whole the last declaration.

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It does not whimper; it swells. He lives in Brooklyn, New York. The stunning ease with which the poem juxtaposes, in a highly compact form, grandeur and minutiae, consequence and cause, content and technique in other words, big idea and meager action , and the sad, suffocating ease with which poems written by poets of color tend to read as mere reflex of a social gland have unfortunately conspired against it.

A great poem releases the language it uses from the tether of its normal terms—not to destroy language but to reveal the wounds therein and enliven them and, in turn, the entire language. Why is it not in every canon? Can't find what you can't see, can you? The kind of power urged in this poem is not a list of accomplishments, but a way of being alive.

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More than anything, I love the engaging uniqueness of a Yona Harvey poem, how her poems weave elements that, in the end, come together with emotional and intellectual resonance. In the last two lines, all four forces in the poem—the mother, daughter, the hurricane, and the ride—seem to merge and become the one source of an indomitable female nature.

Marilyn Nelson is the author of nine poetry collections, including Faster Than Light: Sitting in a circle around a table outside of a southern hotel this fall, I played and lost several games of spades with black writers I love. The cards, themselves, were a language. But we added our own seasoning, as the children of black people who also moved cards along tables know to do.

What I love about the work of Terrance Hayes is how interested it is in the freezing of the small nuances of the moment. He does it without sacrificing the history that, perhaps, occupies any table of black people playing any game. In this poem there are slave ships. But more than anything, the poem is an instruction on the interior of the game and the stakes associated with it—the stakes of pride, of family.


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The way we make room for one another to revel in these small humiliations that pull us closer. Spades, of course, is not a game our enemies play. He lives in Columbus, Ohio.


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It snaked its way into the back of my mind when the Trump campaign rolled out its red-hatted slogan: For a person of color in America, there is no greater time than a hopeful future; there are no good old golden days of yore. What had this country become? Black America has been living in that reality all along.

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I draw my veil across the stars. She lives in New York City. Like a surgeon with a sturdy hand, May pens a succinctly textured psalm, birthing light and life against the landscape of a machine designed to punish and wound until extinction. The poetic craft of chant and righteous rage finds a delicate balance on the page as May threads together repetition and steel and nature as comforting as any lullaby. This is no easy feat: Browne is the author of several poetry collections and chapbooks, including Redbone Aquarius Press, She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Rankine begins the poem by collaborating with her reader.

If we trust this poem and this poet, we can immerse ourselves in the effect of the language here as opposed to the direction of the narrative. And when that trust comes into play, the rest of the poem holds greater rewards.

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We are more than our forms. We may potentially transcend our constructs. We are light contained and not containment. How can you not relish in such faith?


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    So you are not alone. There are other people that go through the same thing every day.

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    I love you sister This poem touches my heart, in April our brother passed away from pancreatic cancer at the age of Through out his illness my 6 brothers and sisters were with George, I never left his side. He lived 27 months with disease and passed away at home. I could never had done this without my family and we all go the garden to place flowers and small tokens on his grave. We love you little brother but we'll see you soon. I am the secretary for our church and was searching a poem to put in our bulletin as we celebrate "Family Month" in October.

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