Best Colin Poems

A contemporary creature,
this Tyrannosaurus Rex is not a carnivore.
He delights in gnashing peanut butter sandwiches
and his habitat is lush
with rocks and bugs and toys
And if...

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There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven...

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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" 

A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises

one sees red 
alarm lights siren
purple bruises 
detach into...

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Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate

Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find...

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There were two poets I use to know
One upon words would blow
Like an abeng, and tell of battles
In the heart, where history rattles
Us still, driving...

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In opposition to social injustice 
Colin Kapernick took a knee 
To bring national attention to 
Black American police brutality 
But an unexpected result was 
Eventually...

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Emily goes for a walk.

Emily was at the beginning of her sixty-fifth year,
She lived alone since her husband,Colin died in 2008.
Her life involved cleaning and...

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I am tough like Huey,
I dream like Martin,
I see like Malcolm,
I stand like Rosa,
I am educated like Booker,
I am the stature of Fredrick,
I am the...

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You watched it on TV 
And you might have wondered why
Colin knelt on that football field 
What was he attempting to try? 
The narrative of...

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Unquotable quotes: Outsiders and Odd Men – XXVIII

                 for...

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L’octroi des droits à Jacky – Translation of Mudroroo Narogin’s « They Give Jacky Rights » by T. Wignesan


(Note : The first aboriginal writer to...

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One of my grandsons, name of Benjamin
He likes eating toast made with cinnamon
But uses his wits
To not eat his grits
Then excuses himself like a gentleman

Charlie...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close...

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What would I like to do before I leave this earth?
Mmm let me think, ah I know, I’d love tea at the Ritz with Colin...

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I saw a pal of mine in town
all dressed up to the nines,
hours of preparation and
the result was divine.
Crop top, Denim miniskirt
jet black killer heels,
feet...

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