New Poems

Hydes hide, holding tears,
Shadows share, shorn tales,
Dears depart, dark in dusk,
Yet, it grows powerful,
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The river does not hurry to the sea,
It knows the sea will wait.
It bends around the stubborn rock,
It learns, but does not hate.
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Brahmaputra wakes up slow,
Misty hills in softest glow,
Umananda floats alone,
Crowned in green, a quiet throne.
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Season of Light — Jamaica

In Jamaica, when the season of light comes down,
It drapes the hills in a hush of gold,
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For My Grandchildren

Abigail • Asher • Azariah • Channing • Eli • Honest • Nolan
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Jamaica Is on My Mind

Jamaica is on my mind,
Not for its beaches, sun-kissed and kind,
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"the cupboard again"


I keep thinking about that cupboard,
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Als stalen donder rolt het wonder
splijt de witte wolken zwart
splijt de zwam in ons geweten
zie ons zweten laudanum
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The mouth of the harbour here quietly kissed
blue waves that waltzed from Kilkeel home to us
The springtime sun faded to 'love's old sweet song'
and the light at Killantringan came on
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By Mountain Ash and roses wild
Recalling all we've been
Let's cast our eyes o'er views so wide
And think on what's unseen
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The jukebox in the corner played
To shadows sitting sipping tea
The light was low and you were there
Your collar open to the sea
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I saw the blue in good times gone
With friends inside the Three in One
As snow lay white on Kelvin Grove
As glasses clashed and liquor flowed
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A meeting at the horizon--

one vast, deep, liquid, and blue;
one vast, infinite, light, and blue.
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‎Demons in me popping to come out ‎
Sometime they cry sometime they shout
‎I said them to hold their horses ‎
They said 'we're no more worses,
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Struggling to stain, smear a saint so dearly,
solely endears the saint —
so dearly to all.
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بیا تو یک غزلِ تازه از بهار بخوان
بیا و موجِ شرر را تو آبشار بخوان
بیا به کشورِ دل حکمِ سلطنت میران
بیا ترانه ای یک چشم انتظار بخوان
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Part VI

Second prophet found fulfillment
Founded charity for the poor
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Hopie-Girl-Leah

After Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee"
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[Verse 1]

If I traveled far enough
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[Verse 1]

I have walked
far enough
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Ngwa ngwa.
Ngwa. Ngwa ngwa, ngwa ngwa.
Mweghachi hiri nne — ngwa karịa ngwa.
Ahụ, eweghachila.
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I know the fragment
Very well,
I believe it's more important than
The whole,
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You came into my life like a beautiful dream,
And somehow made everything brighter than it seemed.
In your arms, I found a place where I belong,
In your love, I found my courage to be strong.
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ئەى گوڵڕۆشن! نیگاوانیت دەکەم،
نەوەک لە قەراغ دەریادا غەم بخۆیت و پەژموردە ببیت؛
ئەفسوونساز توخنت بکەوێت و ڕۆحت ببات؛
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No dwarf dresses in the robe of a giant
to look cute and gorgeous for any good -
Africa, dressed in the gaint robe of democracy,
has nagate nature's norm and the sacred creed.
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As I closed my eyes to go to sleep an overwhelming sense came to me, my mother and father are now both gone, and as my tears tried to pass through my closed and tired eyes
I opened them to the tender stream of teardrops
the next thing I remember
Is asking my father if he preferred wine or beer with his dinner, my mother didn't drink, he replied 'wine a good bottle of chianti wine please Shirl' I was so thrilled
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Summer noon-
two ducks dozing in the shade,
beaks under the wing.
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In the tall and lonely grass beside the busy street,
A tiny black kitten stood on unsteady feet.
With one eye dark and the other mostly blind,
He waited for a savior, the gentle and the kind.
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The kneecap that's inherent
Is not the quite new play
And dislocation from its leveler
Is certainly not a matinee.
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n the grave?
The grave of a life lived alone?
It could be so solitary.
Surrounded by soliloquy.
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Tried to be hard,
but couldn't.
Tried to act fast,
but couldn't.
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Happiness on earth
Keeps on increasing leaps and bounds
The more one shares
The more it grows without knowing.
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Yellow falling leaves,
Sad I feel to see you fall.
How so brief is life!
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As the battalion races into battle
You can hear a Saber rattle
But as we charge with guns a blazing loud
He can be seen, leading the crowd
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It started in days,
Then days turned into weeks,
Weeks become months, today months have turned into years of hardship untold.
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He came to me in a sweet dream

whilst he was very much alive
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আলো-আঁধারির দুনিয়াতে, খুঁজে ফিরি কে বা কাকে,
নিতান্তই বোকাসোকা, নাহলে এভাবে কে থাকে!
বইয়ের পাতার লেখাতে, কোন মনীষী ডাকে
অন্তহীন চলার পথে,
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হচ্ছে অনেক দেরি, তবু বসে আছি চেয়ে,
আমার যাওয়ার আগে তুমি হয়ত আসবে এই পথে,
হয়তো আসবে শেষবারের মত আমার সামনে!
আমার বিশ্বাসটুকু বুকে চেপে রেখে,
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বুদ্ধদেবের ছড়া, রবিঠাকুরের গল্প
সেই বিকেলের চায়ের আড্ডা
ওটাই যে ছিল শেষ, বল্ কে'বা জানত?
ইচ্ছে করে ফিরে যাই,
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আমি উড়ে যেতে পারি নক্ষত্রের দিকে
চলে যেতে পারি যখন যেথায় ইচ্ছা,
তবুও যাই না ছেড়ে আমার নীড়,
আমার শিকড় এখানেই যে গাঁথা।
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Ever since You, Shyam, entered my life,
I have forgotten all my poetry;
What verses could I possibly pen,
When You Yourself are the very source of poetry?
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Painted the color of demure every hair in place
Not a shadow astir, not a crack on his face
Time drips through crevices in patience's ceiling
It erodes a calm facade of paint that's peeling
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Smitten birds
fly through the woods,
wing to wing,
as if the wind
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My Beloved Abroad
My beloved dwells in a distant land,
Having left his home and hearth behind;
I, in sorrow, keep a constant watch,
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Road side water body,
a man came to throw garbage
closing its nose.
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Show me thy miracle O Lord...
I accept it as thine good grace!
But pray, thee tender heave thy rod
and remember my credulous face!
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Some loves do not die
they simply grow quiet,

like rain leaving a roof
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A Priceless Alms
God was distributing joy and sorrow;
He asked me to make a request.
I said, 'Lord, grant me
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Metal-lit, red wings deploy—
broken horn arcs up, a question honed black.
Lightning scores a cobalt wash—
a live spark seeking discharge.
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"It seems to me, " said Booker T., 
"It shows a mighty lot of cheek
To study chemistry and Greek
When Mister Charlie needs a hand
To hoe the cotton on his land, 
And when Miss Ann looks for a cook, 
Why stick your nose inside a book? "

"I don't agree, " said W.E.B., 
"If I should have the drive to seek
 Knowledge of chemistry or Greek, 
I'll do it. Charles and Miss can look
Another place for hand or cook.
Some men rejoice in skill of hand, 
And some in cultivating land, 
But there are others who maintain
The right to cultivate the brain."

"It seems to me, " said Booker T., 
"That all you folks have missed the boat
Who shout about the right to vote, 
And spend vain days and sleepless nights
 uproar over civil rights.
Just keep your mouths shut, do not grouse, 
But work, and save, and buy a house."

"I don't agree, " said W.E.B., 
"For what can property avail
If dignity and justice fail.
Unless you help to make the laws, 
They'll steal your house with trumped-up clause.
A rope's as tight, a fire as hot, 
No matter how much cash you've got.
Speak soft, and try your little plan, 
But as for me, I'll be a man."
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America, the Beautiful and Complex

Oh, America, land of the free,
Where dreams are born beneath liberty's tree.
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Honor Is Blind Unless It Has Wisdom

Honor walks proud in the heat of the flame,
Clutching its banner, blind to the game.
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When Wisdom Goes Silent

When wisdom goes silent, the night grows long,
No hush of truth, no guiding song.
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Open your eyes wide enough to see
The morning light trace silver on the tree,
Where dew writes poems in a silent tongue,
And even the wind
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The Vision of a 21st Century Pan-African Awakening

In the hush before the breaking dawn,
A drumbeat stirs from dusk to morn—
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Mother of the Soil
- A poem of African motherhood and resilience -

She walks with the dawn on her shoulders,
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Black Love

Black love is a rhythm, deep as the drum,
A beat from the soil where our ancestors come.
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Wind in My Head

There's a wind in my head, and it won't let me rest,
A storm of thoughts beating hard in my chest.
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Lora, Shepherd of Grace

At sixty-five, she walks with light,
A steady flame, a beacon bright,
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HOLY TRINE
From where, in the beginning emerged
this Universe; and in the end
where gets it embedded? !
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Black… cry.
Blood-tear fall from di sky.
Voice of di ghetto whisper…
But di echo shout back… Why?
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Between the day you're born and the day you die,
you learn the weight of breath
and how a name can be a door.
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If you ever try to diet on a Monday,
the universe will laugh by noon—
the office brings in donuts,
and someone warms up pizza too soon.
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Black bird over the horizon,
cut from night and stitched to dawn,
you glide where the sky forgets its edges,
where yesterday loosens its grip on tomorrow.
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God made he and she
from silence and breath,
two rhythms walking
the edge of one soul.
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Distorted left reality—
like a mirror cracked mid-thought,
where truth drips sideways
and nothing stands straight.
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Colorless world—
where morning arrives without gold,
and evening forgets how to burn.
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Man proposed destruction—
not with fire at first,
but with a quiet idea
that he knew better than balance.
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God knows my name—
not the one whispered in crowded rooms,
not the one written on forms in careful ink,
but the one carved quiet
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Comfort over courage—
I chose the softer chair,
the path already walked smooth
by other people's fears.
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You are my happiness—
not the loud kind
that bursts like fireworks
and disappears with smoke,
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Still—
through one small crack,
morning slips inside.
A stubborn beam of light
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Walls Around Me

There are walls around me
not built from brick,
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The roses lean without fear,
Roots curl deep in trusted soil,
And every season feels near.
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Fading memories drift like smoke,
Soft and silver through the mind,
Leaving little traces behind
Of the people and places
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The chair still faces toward the room,
Quiet as a wounded thing,
Holding the shape of anger
Long after the voices ended.
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Enough is enough—
I have carried storms in my chest
While pretending they were only rain.
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he Hardest Thing to Let Go Of — Football

The hardest thing to let go of
Was never the ball,
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If Faith Let Us Meet Again

If fate let us meet again,
Would time remember our names?
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The Price

I chased the glitter, chased the gold,
Through nights of hunger, days of cold.
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I wanted money, fame, and style,
A mansion stretching for a mile.
I dreamed of living like a king,
With fancy cars and everything.
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How to Get the Roll

If life is a game and success is the roll,
You don't wait for luck—you fight for the goal.
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My Ass Is the Gold

My ass is the gold, or so I've been told,
A treasure so mighty, a legend of old.
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Sky Gazers: Nothing Is Real

We stare at the sky with wondering eyes,
Chasing the truth through the endless skies.
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Success Is the Default

Before the trees touched heaven,
They lived unseen beneath the ground.
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Good Morning, Sunday

Good morning, Sunday,
you arrived without a sound,
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Life begins as a whisper,
a heartbeat no one can hear,
a tiny spark of existence
slowly drawing near.
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The cruelest men
never lift a finger,
never raise a hand—
they only sharpen words
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Today, love is not just a feeling—
it is the hand that stays when the world walks away,
the voice that says I'm here
when silence feels too heavy.
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Be strong—
not because life has been kind,
but because it tried to break you
and you refused to stay broken.
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Friday morning blues,
another brother got shot,
another mother wakes up
to a phone call she never wanted.
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"beyond the night"


And beyond the night,
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You came like rain before the clouds had formed,
And stayed like roots beneath a field unstormed.
I thought each love must first explain its claim,
Each wound require a language, each scar a name.
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As my final act of love,
I will not leave without trying.

I will say what I kept inside,
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