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Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

#NationalPoetryDay Freedom Poem by Philip Ardagh

Posted on by Liz Brownlee
TO BE BORN FREE
‘A Small Poem For A Big Subject’
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.  
 
It should be the norm,
The standard,
The default setting.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 
It should be the usual,
The convention,
The constant.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 
As it is for me.
 
Free to talk,
Free to walk,
Free to balk,
At the lies
Our leaders
Feed us.
 
Not to be thrown
In jail
For an email.
 
Not to be the property
Of another
 
Not to be silenced
Gagged
Imprisoned
 
Raped.
 
To be born free
Is how it should be.
 
Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

#NationalPoetryDay Free as the Wind by Liz Brownlee

Posted on by Liz Brownlee

Here’s my poem for National Poetry Day up on the National Poetry Day Website – all the other National Poetry Day Ambassadors have poems there too, also available as a FREE anthology, here.

Free as the Wind

by Liz Brownlee

 

It’s slight and likes
to infiltrate
makes supple grasses
susurrate

it’s heavy and ready
to hurricane
power the storm clouds
splatter the rain

it swirls in the sand
bends barleycorn
dances the flowers’ heads
round the lawn

it flattens the trees
clack-clatters the bins
rat-tatters in dreams
sets leaves into spins

it slivers in houses
to whistle and haunt
makes the bare branches
jazz–hand and jaunt

it batters and scatters
the litter around
grapples the shadows
for space on the ground

it smooths unsmooth stones
whips away words
scattering syllables
dishevelling birds

it cannot be summoned
or seen or confined
as restless as waiting
as careless as time

it gusts from a suddenness
cannot be pinned
for nothing is free as
as free as the wind

 

©Liz Brownlee

Poem for National Poetry Day, by Dru Marland

unherd

So many sheep, if asked, would tell
you how they’re wild and free
and independent minded. Well,
they’d say, you won’t catch me
consorting with the common herd.
I’ve even grown a fine goatee
and listen to Coltrane and Bird,
and read the works of well-known potes.
I think conformity’s absurd.

But when they round up all the goats
they’ll hide inside their woolly coats.

 

© Dru Marland

Freedom Poem – Riding a Lion by Coral Rumble

RIDING A LION

 

I dreamt of riding a lion, a fast one,

A fierce one, with a flash of wildness in his eyes.

I could feel his tented ribs with my clinging knees.

 

I dreamt he leapt and flew, huge wings spreading,

His deep growl rumbling like a well oiled engine.

My fingers curled into a tangle around his mane.

 

I dreamt he swooped a deep dive, a daring dive,

A dizzy dive, against the roaring wind,

And I didn’t even close my eyes in fear.

 

I dreamt he landed on an island, a golden one,

Where all the lions fly, and children ride

On their warm backs, clutching the edge of danger.

 

© Coral Rumble