Best Expatriate Poems

(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I...

Read more of this work...

EXPATRIATE…
     (Apropos Soon Come)

Heard the chichi budo singing
in the banana walk; heard
the burro braying; and
the mongoose roaming the coop;
smelled the aroma...

Read more of this work...

I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to...

Read more of this work...

I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to...

Read more of this work...

We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to...

Read more of this work...

America should have a society of peace,
Of handsome peace,
And a land of exuberant compassion
Where the dusk
Is a breast pocket handkerchief
Of ebony and yellow,
And not this...

Read more of this work...

...inspired by 'With a Photograph to Zell' by Hart Crane
 

We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global...

Read more of this work...

Quote: "“They have no idea what it is like to lose home at the risk of never finding home again, have your entire life split...

Read more of this work...

The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly 
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional...

Read more of this work...

land is  threw you

And was laid on pavilion of a poem

It may not mislead characters ... Who are you?

A homeland on the door of...

Read more of this work...

International Airport

This nowhere, a contrived freedom
expatriate as air,
demonstrates our mastery
of what we meet or leave behind.

Each precise beginning
finds an ending imprecise,
as we fly to where...

Read more of this work...

Looking through the window up to the sky,
Full moon solely glows without twinkling stars,
The breeze has blown away the clouds,
Serene moon paints the sky in...

Read more of this work...

LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state...

Read more of this work...

Newly adopted toddlers mourN
Indemnity as locus  standI
Gold-crests laG
Event invites the employeE 
Rodeo on the wealthy riveR  
Irrevocable superminI
And the black gold run et...

Read more of this work...

In the evenings
was the rooftop,
swisher sweets and sometimes
something in particular.

say we were young
say we both knew better
play the saint, its O.K.
say that you felt it...

Read more of this work...