-
The Ransom
Little John is a captiveHaven’t seen him since late MarchThe wind is cold nowHow is he doing, i don’t knowOh how I miss my little brother Little brother is a captiveIn a dark thilth room he dwellsAll night and dayAnd the random hasn’t been said yetAn afraid a bottle can’t talk Read more
-
Fire And Ice
These flames blazing hereTakes me to the autumnWhen you and ISat side by sideRoasting corn and nuts This frostCalls you backTo hold me in the nightAnd keep me the warmOh how I wish you were here Read more
-
The Mad Wind
Up and down the street it goesCarrying papers and dust on its tailRunning over itselfBumping into trees and buildings in its wayI wonder why it goes in such a hurryWith that cluster of luggageI wonder why it races itselfIs there wind mad? Read more
-
Free To Be
The smell of the forestLoves my nostrilsThe way John Henry loved his hammerThe way Edgar Allan Poe loved his Annabelle LeeThe puddies hereLikes my feet bestThe way America was liked by RevereThe way Harriet Tubman liked the colouredsThe drifting rainLoves my skinAnd my hairThe way John Chilembwe lovedRed, Black and Green Read more
-
Mother So Young
Mothers too smallThat their kids barely fits in their slender backsMothers too youngThey can’t hold their tearsOnce there kids start doing what they know best Fathers piteously littleThey can’t hustle for their own breadFathers to youngTo brag to their friendsAnd flaunt their bony kids Kids too wildThey never got wise adviceFrom their young parentsWho should… Read more
-
Always To Remember
Her wrinkled pale faceLaughing at my silly jokesHer crystal eyes twinklingA little thoughtful of the question I pausedDo you remember grandpa? The eyes red with the dustThe pain in our throatShouting “free us”But all we had were slaps and punchesDo you remember that? Like dew if happiness he came in the morningWith the summer’s warmthHe… Read more
Articles
1 minute
My Poetry 