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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 of roast breadfruit,
ackee and salt fish; and
felt the icy cold air tease
the warmness of my body.
Then came the off-beat
pitter patter of raindrops falling
on the roof top, drowning away the dream:
washing me back to the shore of this distant reality.
Self imposed exile rivals
only that of being a refugee;
the thought eased by employment
of the more dignified term---expatriate.
Mocking Odysseus, we wander
the haphazard journey; sadly seeking
stolen ways back to the womb of our beginnings.
Digging deep down into the sacred screaming soul
of myself, I pray and implore almighty Jah---
mek mi not become a of Sisyphus:
Jesus, mi’a crave ‘ome.
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Scented with smiles, laughter and inspirational love
What I’d like to give you, is a feeling of joy abloom
Pouring from the heart like a whisper from up above
What I’d like to give you, is a miracle we’ll presume
Compassionate promises that you can’t get rid of
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Fragrant with light in hues of kindness, faith, grace
What I’d like to give you, is lasting praise to resume
Falling around your soul in the very warmest embrace
What I’d like to give you, is a pause of every gloom
Filling your heart with dreams more alive than anyplace
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Coloring your thoughts in hues of creativity and vision
What I’d like to give you, is pleasure you’d never assume
Marked by truth and wisdom to control every decision
What I’d like to give you, is assurance you won’t find doom
Wherever you go will be light and love, stirring provision
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
So that you can smell the fragrance of honest hope
What I’d like to give you, is gentleness to fill the room
Breathing out a pledge of elation to help you cope
What I’d like to give you, is the desire to consume
Elation that defies all thought in its beautiful scope
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
An aroma to remind you that you are loved so much
What I’d like to give you is a love that resists the tomb
Love that thrives and survives, grows with each touch
What I’d like to give you is a feeling that will loom
Forever alive on the inside, thrilling the heart as such
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
What I’d like to leave you, is a pearl from the soul
What I’d like to give you, is a lasting, jubilant plume
What I’d like to leave you, is love that makes you whole
What I’d like to give you, is memories you can exhume
What I’d like to leave you, is love from the heart you stole
I’m going to bring you home, to a love that will never roam
Bring Me Home Poetry Contest
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September 25, 2021
Beams of sultry light.
Reflecting dim flight,
As fireflies flicker and swarm,
Cascade around my form.
The book reveals its worn pages.
Drifting through the ages.
Memories of bygone times.
The splendor of those rhymes.
Shiny satin ribbons of blue,
Reminding me of you.
Turbulent foaming sea.
Homeward bound to me.
Gratifying my lonely soul.
Rebellion over hot coal.
Seeking soft secrets sublime.
Yonder mountain to climb.
I spy the look in your eyes.
Brilliance so wise.
Vines entwine creeping.
The willow is weeping.
Listen to the sound of tears.
Hear the sorrow of fears.
Adorning my quest.
Beholding the rest.
All the best has gone by.
Feeling my sigh.
Touching my heart.
Tearing us apart.
That treacherous sea.
No longer a part of me,
Drowning my dreams.
Falling apart at the seams.
I time to reflect,
Time to resurrect.
Floods my being.
Not worth seeing.
The butterflies gone..
Must carry on
Silver band all that’s left.
I am bereft.
Lost my way.
What did you say?
Now you care.
Do I dare.
To wonder why?
Love is a farce,
The blooms are sparse,
Love’s luminous light,
Shines excitingly bright.
Everywhere but near me.
My sightless serenity.
Woven lilacs dipped in dew,
Cast to the wind so few,
Mild scent fills the air,
Aroma of musk everywhere,
What can I expect?
Is this a time to reflect?
A child alone in the dark,
On a journey to embark,
Free from oppression now.
Liberated somehow.
Childlike innocence bestow.
They will never know.
Her dreams are wild.
She is just a child.
Growing fast.
Life must last.
Primordial being.
The angels were seeing.
Her life slips away.
A child of yesterday.
No more will play.
Just a forgotten run away.
But somehow, I did live,
Someone had a life to give.
There were no bouquets.
Not sure who to praise.
Sullen lights eject.
It’s time to reflect.
I remember a warm summer morning
With the sun shining bright in the sky
Its glow making stars out of specks of dust,
Floating in shadows as I walked by
To the kitchen where mum, already at toil
Was busily making fresh fare
The aroma of cakes and newly baked bread,
Permeating through the air
Big brother was at play in the garden,
Baby sister asleep in her pram
As I sat at the large kitchen table
To breakfast on warm toast and jam
When I had finished my delicious repast
I helped clear the dishes away,
Washing them clean in the Belfast sink
The like of which are sought after today
Mum put on my shoes and brushed my hair,
Then I joined big brother for play
And although years have past since I was but three
I remember as though yesterday.
Winters
Jasmine
White ice and sliver moon.
Emerald life and dark cobalt blue sky.
...falling crystalline purity.
As I walk through falling white
in a
...season of
...renewal...
I smell the sweet aroma of yellow suns...
Flaring through chilly winters last dance
Life is fleeting in the relentless winter spell.
As frost takes its last bow.
Icy white blankets the earth as a crazy quilt.
The sweet smells of jasmine thicken the Air.
Life flies in Lives Silver light...
I walk with the scent of sweet memories...
Aromas of finer flowers
drift through the frozen air.
Memories of springs past...
Float and spin like snowflakes...
I brush cold from little yellow stars.
Drink the winds of perfumed little suns.
...that drift afar...
...in seas of deep dark sapphire blue skies.
Moon rays dance...
On chilly frost that crosses the night.
The lunar marks the time.
A Sent of life drifts on the night.
Lights...from...distant golden...sparks.
That light my standing after eve's passing
And the blazing white
...darkens deepens cools,
I see it pool.
In twilight with jasmine that ...spins about my head.
With its sweet pungent air...
I brush cold from little Sun's,
...in Twilight last rays of lunar plays...
On chilly frost that crisscrosses
the pains of
darkened... window seals
A House, that is quite as
A Mouse and sits on the night like Strange phantoms.
Framed by bright orange and red.
As the sun dies on the
...horizon...
Jasmine petals are delicate
...and fall
...on to a silent Earth.
To start the cycle a new...
...rebirth.
A fragrance that rests gently on the Air.
I walk under street lamps
...with Hard lights...
Sharp shadows are softened by the
Moon rays cresses
... crisscrossings.
Dream's that will be dreamt of
...memories about springs past,
And what will be...
seen by me.
I return to my
Home...
That has passed from the day onto the night
as twilight has now gone.
As I am cold and must go toward the
The warmth of futures is yet to come and be told.
IN MEMORIUM OF MY MOTHER
The Rose is the ultimate floral Queen!
A radiant beauty. Colourful blooms.
A feature of any idyllic scene.
Some live in gardens, others brighten rooms.
Delicate. Precious to the beholder.
A symbol of affection in romance.
Nestled in a lapel 'neath a shoulder
For a wedding, a funeral, a dance.
Appreciate their glory. Sing their song!
A sweet aroma have some, others none.
Don't take them for granted. They don't stay long.
Suddenly they season out and are gone!
Spiky leaves and petals tender,
Grace our vision with their splendor.
Written 17th September 2022
(My first Sonnet)
Five o clock friday a hot afternoon
Daddy will be home from work real soon
Here he comes pulling into the driveway
58 Chevy pickup ill drive that truck someday
Into the house he went he had a hard day
Brother and i following behind him daddy daddy daddy
Momma cooking spaghetti aroma filled the house
Momma said wash your hands boys dont shout
After dinner daddy said lets go to the drive in
I jumped up and down momma said whats playin
Goldfinger Steveve McQueen The Great Escape
Wow i thought in my mind i cant wait
Out of the house we all left
Into the car we all piled in 56 Olds Rocket 88
At the drive in were pullin in
Daddy paid 50 cents each kids under 12 free were in
Almost dark now movie about to start
A big cockaroach ran across the cars dash momma jumped out of the car
Those were fun times a kid growing up
Memories of the drive in daddy made it happen just for us
Form:
I’ve desired you young lady;
I’ve seen your beauty
And I’ve followed you
From behind
Secretly I have knelt down for you,
I’ve bowed my head on your feet
In your absence lady
And I have kissed
Your toes in
Your absence
To my friends I have lied
That you are my love
And jealous of me they are
For I posses the morning sun
For your aroma makes me mad
As your existence
Kills me without
Your notice
Yet I know it is the plain truth
As l know I can’t reach the sky,
I can’t reach the sea’s floor
First I’ll be prey of sea dwellers;
I know it must be the lucid truth
That I cannot reach you,
I cannot have you,
You are a way beyond me
I see you far a head,
But I cannot walk faster
I die with my own feelings.
Like a garden of roses,
Her appearance is elegant.
She’s full of confidence
With a mind of intelligence.
The sweet aroma of her perfume,
Exposes my dimples in the light.
There’s no reason to hide,
The feelings I have on the inside.
I want to know her better,
Simply spend some time together.
Escort her on a date night,
Affirm her all throughout the night.
She’s the special one tonight,
I hope she feels like a queen tonight.
There’s no one more important,
Than her at this very moment.
Since I listen to those,
Whom raised me right.
I know how to treat my lady right;
And have a sweet Valentine’s night.
Throw Them Away
By David J Walker
How often I saw him
Sitting,
Smoking
Drinking coffee
Early in the morning
Thinking
Worrying
Perhaps praying?
I cannot say
He would extract an
unfiltered Camel from a
half empty pack ,
the second left over from
each yesterday
Pinched between his lips
He would strike a match
the way he had done it
since he was 10
The sulfur and thin paper
And dried tobacco
Each with its own
distinct aroma
Fill the air with an innocent
Poison
A sophisticated flare
Of maturity
Mixed with percolating
black coffee
I wondered why
He rose so early
Every day
Just to sit in the dark
At the kitchen table
The glow of his lit
Cigarette
The only light
Commanding the complete quiet
Unnatural to house with kids
The “Late in life”
Would come too soon
At the invitation of emphysema
Among the things gathered
To give back to the family
Was a half pack of
Unsmoked cigarettes
Throw them away
I said