Poetry
- Poetry
- Becomes me,
- Do i become it,
- Of this we shall see,
- No full blown words
- I promise thee,
- Simply what i
- Wish you to see.
- First,
- One has to establish
- Eccentricity,
- Pursue simplicity,
- Avoid duplicity,
- Embrace intensity,
- Reject pomposity,
- Forget mendacity,
- Decline voracity,
- Ignore capacity
- Circumvent complicity,
- Eradicate elasticity,
- And beware verbosity,
Tulum.
- Mayan temples rise On finely chiselled stones
- Down which,
- Screams unheard,
- The blood of it's victims flowed
- To waiting earth,
- Or bowl,
- Replenishing one,
- – Nourishing the other.
Aiming at perfection
- The wandering mind wonders
- Aimlessly,
- Along avenues
- Of blossoming thoughts,
- Over muddy fields
- Of curiosity,
- Towards unknown streets
- Of mystery,
- Stumbling down black alleyways
- Of blind faith,
- Arriving
- At a large round square.
Life.
- Daily performances
- of characters assumed,
- or situations presumed,
- responses exhumed,
- desires consumed,
- dreams resumed.
Shattered Dreams.
- Shattered dreams,
- reflected
- in shattered mirrors,
- eyes, pleading,
- Help us,
- We are trapped
- between wanting
- everything,
- and having
- nothing.
- i cannot help you,
- you say,
- i am just the same.
To Wit To Woo.
- Charming is
- as charming does.
- When passing eyes
- do meet;
- Like birds,
- Unspoken words do fly
- Towards tomorrow.
The Queen Bee.
- Why does she
- pretend to be
- A queen bee
- for me to see,
- whilst drinking coffee.
Mist 1.
- A mystic mist descends,
- Enveloping us in cloaks of mystery,
- In search of sorcery,
- Looking for needles
- in haystacks,
- Ouch!
Mist 2.
- A mystic mist descends, slowly,
- Enveloping us
- in cloaks of mystery,
- Shrouded in secrecy,
- In search of sorcery,
- Promising liberty,
- Delivering f ****ery.
Tears
- Many a branch has broken
- and flower wilted,
- For chasing dogs,
- and lovers jilted,
- A broken vase holds no tears,
- For those who grieve,
Wine
- Wine and cheese
- doth please me so,
- as words of comfort doth ease,
- How easy the spirit lie,
- When the revolutionary die.
Crunching the Crunch.
- Swimming in Recession,
- Drowning in Depression.
- Property for let or sale,
- Two Suits go pass,
- One on bail,
- One to jail.
Success
- Images of success
- fill heads
- with emptiness,
- To win or lose is all,
- But all is not all
- it’s cracked up
- to be.
Poets
- When poets die,
- Unseen comets blaze forth
- Signalling the birth of ‘other;
- For every word let fly,
- A muse do cry.
Hope
- Hope springs eternal,
- It’s droplets quench the needy’s thirst.
- Living in hope & hoping to live,
- The faithful farmer
- Sows and weeps.
The Old Man
- Ho, Ho, Ho,
- Look dey,
- Look dey,
- Look de ole man,
- Looking at de ho, ho, ho
Vice Versa
- Tell me Sir,
- what do you do,
- I am a poet, say I.
- Does that mean you deal with matters
- lyrical,
- or spiritual?
- both, says I,
- You can’t have the lyrical
- without the spiritual,
- And vice versa.
Alone
- No accolades won,
- Nor honors bestowed upon,
- The lonely Poet writes
- When I'm alone.
- I tell myself
- I'm not alone,
An Ism
- Every sentence a torture,
- Every comma a pause,
- A writer’s life is never easy,
- Especially when he bores.
Poetry.
- Poetry
- he called it
- when in his cup,
- And dross, when not.
- His manner supreme
- Doth mask fear unseen,
- Of laughter derisory,
- And words forgot
- His spirits when high
- Never harmed a fly
- In soup or poop.
In Space There Is No Gravity.
- Amid fluster and bluster,
- Perils lurk,
- A lesson taught
- is not a lesson learnt,
- The past becomes the present,
- The present the past,
- And
- Timeless scores are settled.
The Past
- The lingering past,
- Though passed,
- Lingers longer,
- Friend or foe,
- Purpose unknown
- Uninvited,
- a presence alone,
Standards
- Standards flutter,
- and fall,
- Accommodating the dullest dreams,
- of those that aspire,
- Never attained,
- But for trying and desire,
- A good vow broken
- is better than a bad one kept,
- Upwards
- they wave and pave..
A French Beret
- I wish I knew a way to wear a French beret,
- Right, Some say,
- Left, Some say
- Back, Some say,
- Front, Some say,
- I wish I knew a way to wear a French beret
Trini
- I is I
- An me is me,
- I Mee have a shop in Charlie,
- And Charlie is a village in Debe.
- But, you’ll never catch me Dey.
- even on Four Day.
Sound Poem
- ofay, ofay, gang, gang.
- ofay gang, gang.
- ofay gang, gang.
- ofay gang, gang.
- gang gang, gang gang, ofay,
- gang gang ofay.
- gang gang ofay, gang gang, ofay.
Cricket
- A timely interruption was had,
- When the off-break hit Worrells' pad,
- Weeks shook his head an said, luck bad,
- Walcott stewps an said, umpire mad,
- The crowd was not glad.
Limbs
- Lithe limbs, lumber longingly,
- Towards pleasures unknowingly,
- a caress, between,
- a kiss, beyond,
- a joy, found.