What is?

What is a man when he’s black? Constantly accused and under attack With all his efforts he encounters setbacks Pushed into drugs and selling crack Communities broken and on a backtrack. What is a woman when she’s black? Gives her all, just to fallback Disrespect and abuse is our throwback Yet we give and giveContinue reading “What is?”

Life by Charlotte Bronte

Life, believe, is not a dreamSo dark as sages say;Oft a little morning rainForetells a pleasant day.Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,But these are transient all;If the shower will make the roses bloom,O why lament its fall?Rapidly, merrily,Life’s sunny hours flit by,Gratefully, cheerilyEnjoy them as they fly!What though Death at times steps in,And calls ourContinue reading “Life by Charlotte Bronte”

Amongst the Dead Things

When it all began You were so vibrant and colourful Bright greens and blinding yellows You stood so majestic Facing the shinning sun Within months you began to whither All your flowers faded away The old leaves slowly died Before long new life began No longer did you bloom But green leaves grew firm TheyContinue reading “Amongst the Dead Things”

Day Seven – Poetry Challenge

To commemorate the challenge accepted One of poetry and sentimentality Each line that follows will tell the tale Of poetry that spoke of pandemics world wide Of poetry that voiced those forced into silence Of poetry that described memory captured in a frame Of poetry that defined identity by name Of poetry that lamented theContinue reading “Day Seven – Poetry Challenge”

Unfinished…

After 5 days of poem writing, day six found me with little inspiration or enthusiasm. So I did what any reasonable person would have done, which was google poetry prompts. Not quite liking any of them, I decided to open my collector’s edition of Sense and Sensibility and picked words that resulted in my unfinishedContinue reading “Unfinished…”