Women August Poems

Strength is womanish.
Beauty is womanish. 
Nature is womanish. 
Each start and end of love, faith, and 
creation is womanish. 
Besides that, women are still being judged 
for their...

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colourful Flags of the Caribbean 
Flood Londons streets,
Vibrations from the sound systems  
as they play their reggae beats

smells of curry goat,
and barbecued jerk chicken...

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ACHANDA

Achanda  was a no-nonsense lass
Nurtured from a well meaning home
Went to a well established school
Harvested the good grades 
And went for further education
And finally...

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Surviving August
David J Walker 

The cooler days 
you said you can’t wait for
Are finally coming  
But you don’t know when 

It feels like rounding...

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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and...

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A travel rarest from earth heavenly
To make me martial celestially
Teaches me to understand the norms
Facing all galactic storms  
Noblest souls from Martian mother
Engage in...

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The choice


I could have been a farmer that was not a choice
the authority sent me there, I think as punishment for being rebellious.
I could have...

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Lack of women

The plateau of Alentejo has a rich fertile soil but few women
most of them studied and became unemployed lawyers in Lisbon,
something had to...

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Any time,I have time to drink the beer
When don't go anywhere
If I lives like an engineer,that is pleasant
But like a poet,hears back my heart beat
Present...

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By Deborah Johnson, copyright 2015

Only in America the land of the free, you may find men hanging from a tree.Men will cross the border expecting...

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They told you a lie

It is said money is not important but love is Balderdash! when you are old you need money as never before,

your...

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Goodbye Europe 

Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe...

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Goodbye Europe 

Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe...

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though thine wife gladly 
     (and long time ago) 
     verily swept passed 
   ...

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Catering

When the old man was young he trained to become a cook,
which nowadays is called chef, at the time not that many
wanted to become cooks,...

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