Fields of freedom fruiting our fantasy
Liberty from the Ironshore sugar crumbling days
Airport displaced and struggling for land
Nature strewn where Taino and Maroons ratified claim
Kin and flesh held one displaced place, ancestral lands
Enticing too the greedy barons claim, but they had none
Rights must be the thrust of the masses, so dream
Struggle, fight, Flankers must unite against the chains of night
Categories:
flankers, political,
Form: Acrostic
O Flankers, your children far and wide
Stands at the zenith of their faith to take
Their prize, bereft of heritage and pride
Your blood stain shards making them shake
I was Hiroshima, you were the bomb
Your explosion devastated me
It was not predicted for to become
Such a callous and cold humanity
I think of you, but cannot merge you
Now with that you thirty years gone
Growing old is not better then, not true
You are the antediluvian dawn.
This wickedness in you is a fallen curse
And yet my love cannot abandon you
The cordite power make trees into hearse
And people into things strange to view
What material greed infected your dream
What disconnected social order reared
What dead mythic made dross of the gleam
You who once loved, laughed and cared?
O Flankers, my village nestled in the hills
Beside the frolic of a nurturing sea
The sands were tranquil, and now it kills
The very fragrance of sweet innocency.
I want my fruited forest of peace again
I want the dancing waves of soft laughing seas
I want a place where thrives the love of men
The faith to die praying for peace on bended knees
Categories:
flankers, social, peace, faith, love,
Form: Quatrain
Surefooted, sure fisted,razor tough
If I should fight that war again
I would want one for the going rough
Like yourself,
Fair and fractured
When the friendship slough
No claim to be a paragon of anything
Just an average man in your own eyes
While I hoisted you like a kite
Above naseberry trees and bush
Above the gormandizing sea
Above the Compound's red mud
Carrying the archeological memory
Of man's life like a sud
A mere consequence of a theory's lie
It was your mating urge that first
Lured you into the systems net
Thereafter your life became troubled
Wandering around the wilderness of regret
Framed like a pirate's ghost
Stereotyped and labeled
I still do not think you guilty of their crime
Your demonization came before your destruction
And when you died
I cried and cried at such a useless end
My fearless friend would never be at my back again
But tears will water pain, and still brings nothing back.
Categories:
flankers, allegory, people, placeslife,
Form: Free verse
I often wished I knew then
How to save you from the thing
That stalked our vision
And haunted us into perfidy
I often wished
I had not been webbed so much
With the drive
To make something of it
I would have seen you clinging to me
For more than the casual
Need of friendship
Those days all the little tracks we walk
Kept ending in the same place
The mounds and mounds of piling sand
The hourglass like Sisyphus laboring
And you frantic
In the empty trenches
Amidst the ruin of our invisible war
I did not understand
Until one of our own imprisoned you
For the ashtray dimes in his car
I saw the albatross descending then
It's bleeding wings a sure omen
And then you wandered from your mind
Miles and miles of dessicated wilderness
And there was no Jordon nor John
And no place for my love to stand
As the void swallowed you.
Categories:
flankers, allegory, people, places
Form: Free verse
May-May, you left the sparse land
So clean
Amputating even the shadow
Of your dry footstep
That once seduced
The interrupted door
I looked but never saw
The phoenix in your heart
For all I heard was quacking ducks
And had no schooling in feathers
So did not separate you
From the frightened flock
I wish you all the best
Wherever now you flush the past
And freeze the present
Until tomorrow becomes just another today
Piling up the memories we put away
And wearing the bag
Where we keep the bones and lungs
The doctors have cut and left
I pray for you
That there will be no cycle of the ass
Categories:
flankers, allegory
Form: Verse
Come now to Flankers with me
And down through the dripping woods
And out to Providence pastures free
Where burnt sugarcane odor floods
From swamp to sea
Walk slowly, walk slowly
That you may hear the nightingale
Smell flowers on the dale
And feel grass cuddle your feet
Wrapped in a green delicious sheet.
Come now to Flankers with me
And sit with us, Flankers and I
By the blue and lolling sea
Where the white spray brims the eye
Let it flow down your cheek
In the silence do not speak
Clouds must paint their memories where
She stood beside a canoe bow
Counting her pence, buying fish there
Among the vacant footprints now.
Categories:
flankers, places
Form: Verse