Ibis Poems

There you sit on an outcrop of black volcanic rock

Flaunting your monkish black garment against the blue sea

In your imperial timelessness

Do you dream the dreams of leviathans from the watery abyss?

Speak to me

Speak, black bird, speak

Is Aldebaran's path traced in...Read More

The Great Hall of the People, Beijing.
Mozart tonight.

After the opera,
she appears above us,
stepping out of
a Chinese painting of heaven.
She is the Queen of the Night,
an Ibis arriving amid grackles.

After the performance
she descends into the foyer.
Camera’s whir, we press forward
to glimpse...Read More

From a very little age, I have loved birdatching. before we go on a trip, we used refer some books and write down a list of birds to check on. we actually gave up this habit after several of our...Read More

The lake shimmers in the early breeze 
Dancing rivulets of light kissed by the rising sun,
Reflecting passing clouds hopscotching with such ease
It heralds a new day just now begun.

Observing its environs with majestic grace
An Ibis meanders daintily along waters’ edge,
Confident...Read More

The sky and the ground have given you this body and you have destroyed it! The stars and the moon have sacrificed themselves for you and you have spat in the face of their efforts! The past and the future...Read More

oddly they swim where only yesterday
grass laid down and withered
having been subjected to the slasher’s blade

“Them be bin chickens” me mate once said
as we walked past them at the airport
not far from Tweed Heads

“bin chickens? I think not
as they plunge...Read More

Squirrel's squeaky squeal...!


It was a warm evening stroll 
along the bund of a canal;
The river flowing further away,
I used canal bund for my sway.
The muddy man-made track,
along the thickly wooded bank!
Many pleasant birds in sight,
going about their duties right!
Egrets, Storks,...Read More

Midnight breezes echo a snuffed demise    from this lament ,
While time hangs amidst moments on pale skies from this lament.

A  lone ibis drifts on weeds reflecting my emptiness
When summer dreams grow dull through ashen eyes ...Read More

Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Simon.
He was an ordinary boy who did what ordinary nine year old
boys do: collecting bugs and putting them in jars,
speaking to imaginary friends, riding a bike along an empty road
in the...Read More

Sacred
Bird of the gods
Long legged wading fowl
Live in wetlands, forests and plains
Ibis...Read More

Open sesame 

An arm of Cern watch 
Related to the eight pointed star 
Sharing light 
unto the mainstream 
where no one 
is even guaranteed a tomorrow 

Truth never hides away 
facts always remains 
An old babylonion Queen 
arises scarlet spilling...Read More

Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings;
Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps.
Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs;
Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore....Read More

Discovered:  Two Ibis at the edge of the lake 
in compatible company of four Canadian Geese
who've absented the gaggle of twenty or more,
daily in command of our grassy slope where they 
come to feed, settle on the benevolent breast...Read More

red is the red rum 
and blood of the Amazon...
the Scarlet Ibis

black is the black gold
and dark days of soul and slave...
the pitch in the lake

white is cane sugar
and bones and ghosts of Empire...
flag of my fathers

   ...Read More

One month in May, I journeyed far,
Winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
To land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
Grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
Live city where studied Renoir.

A taxi to a ville by car,
This ville oh Vesinet not far,...Read More

He sees a Spaniard who is about to be executed on land trip
He saves the Spaniard who then joins blue falcons’ ship
Spaniard tells him that he was a captain of a small merchant ship
He was about to be put to...Read More

Maestro woodpecker taps his beat
to the symphony of a rising sun,
casting rays on Tomoka Pond.

Great white heron, the prima ballerina,
strikes her pose 
as blue herons pirouette.

An ibis takes flight with grace
as a tri-colored heron waltzes,
displaying multi-hued plumage.

Even the nesting wood...Read More

The morning -
kayaks launch, voices call,
sound moves cleanly over deep waters.

White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees;
shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams.

At twilight, sherbet reflections paint
sunlight's fair, fading face
on our lake.



Copyright, May 31, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...Read More

  Oh, to be in Trinidad
where the hot scented currents flow;
  from East Dry River to Nariva
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where reaching palms whisper
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
  and the forests of Papa...Read More

reaper of darkness
begins drinking 
from rivers
draining light
visiting shadows
tossing and turning
into the night

endless roaring
held inside sleepless 
hidden from sight
shivers deeply
claws in cold steel
ripping and tearing
burning hell
emotions beginning
battling feeling fight

glowing eyes
in angers jewels
born out of 
the depths
rising from 
a hellish pit
baptized in...Read More

Written in 
the stars 
light years away 
beyond space 
hunting eternity 
an endless ibis 
within such 
a great vastness 

One bond 
deeper than 
flesh and bones 
floating where 
humans eyes 
have not seen 
her shawl stretches 
as echoes carry 
across...Read More

He's treading the shallows
at the border of the lake like 
a house cat kneading your lap,
his neck like radar, scanning a map
for morsels disingenuously believing 
the borders of the lake are Zen,
that the mire in which they anchor 
is armor...Read More

          Daybreak 2
                 Frank Halliwell
At first light every morning 
And before  dusk  every...Read More

Trinbago massive


A lady in America asking me
To tell her something bout Trinidad
She planning a vacation soon
And want to go there real bad

She wants to hear everything
About the culture and the foods
Steel pan and calypso 
And the people attitudes

So I thinking...Read More

story teller


I am not a poet
I just write words on paper
I am not a musician
never learn to play the guitar

and please don't call  an author
I never could have a best seller
but if you want to call me something
just call...Read More