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The Lost Poem

Somewhere,
in inner reaches of the mind,
A forgotten poem slumbers,
awaiting the forgetful poet’s call,
aware of it’s loss,
A forgiving heart.

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.