Logwood Poems - Poems about Logwood

..."Travel light" Santa said to me as I grappled for all my most treasured belongings. I stuffed them all in a duffle bag, then with the silliest of grin on my face I said, " Ready" The ride up......Read the rest...

...soot is impure carbon incomplete combustion of bones in sambalpoor sandal or logwood soil for the thirsting earth serpiginous wounds of torture earth worms crawl smiling black sorrows covered ......Read the rest...

...BELIZEAN BLEND In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and Kekchi as well Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell......Read the rest...

...June, the month of sweet lilac comes, and is going Soft like rivers over gurgling stones There is a sorrow in me forever, but never showing The sag of the sun within proud bones They will gather in y......Read the rest...

...The hills their belly bleeding brim the flood Of the Black River with red bauxite mud And from the crowded bickering bridge I Faced a silt churning denundated sea And familiar rouged face of evening ......Read the rest...

...I remember the morning when the flags flew High over us, how we tumult in sweet chorus "The people's flag is deepest red," and grew Warm around you, like emancipation August When we track Sam Sha......Read the rest...

...One time a barefooted pickney dancing on the street I beat puhn pan an' wanda how life could be sweet For my yai quadrilled to distant cling-cling roost and feel A longing to change their parliame......Read the rest...

...Does Dudley still shimmy down a coconut trunk And Lawford still drives the cart their drunk Does Melveta still hide under the orange boughs For Melbourne's coming and his fumbling vows Does Cliff......Read the rest...

...Did you ever Roberto Nesto … the reggae maestro Decorating rocks in the ghetto … children’s falsetto Rising for liberation from tenures of poverty Logwood lit from the shredded ash of ganja smoke ......Read the rest...

...She said was surprised because she did not see A ram making love to a honey bee But I feel the jump and sting in me Pleasure and pain two deliciousness, one memory. The way it was when first we......Read the rest...

...Something about culture Something deeper than root Thicker than blood More brutal than ancestry Wriggling from the mud Something inviolate Absolutely unemancipating Something the nomenclatured......Read the rest...