Long Guyana Poems

History's Sad Song (Revised)

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

way back during the Crusade
where religious debt was paid
by the bloodlust of so many
could not ye God...

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I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San Francisco suburb known as the Ocean District. It was the...

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SLAVERY AND REPARATIONS
I am a descendant of slaves - from India!
Anyone who demands REPARATIONS shake & quake at my words
Competition? So, we have competing tales of bondage?
The Jewish people's perhaps the longest & cruelest,
With smaller...

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Guyana

Georgetown Guyana, Sunday morning
the market is bustling with people voices
buying vegetables and other food items
a variety of different brands and choices

as the sun shines in the sky
behind the white clouds, it glows
and across the land...

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I wanted to write & testify, one-time suicidal Dr. Anil Deo, is reborn during second half-century on earth! Yes, Jesus is real to me, to revive hope and the desire to live or write, or...

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I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude

Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind...

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ANCESTORS

Lady Liberty

And the Lady cries:
"Bring me your lame, maime,
Your poor, your Refugees."

Came by the Mayflower
And others like her,
The first Settlers came
from near and far;
Men, women, children,
old and young.

Bellowing sails flapping 
in tempestuous winds,
People courageously sailed,
Getting...

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I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was about half asleep, musin' on the patio the other day,
When...

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Congo man from Jamaica, deviant slave
Rudeboy, fall out of an Atlantic disaster
Imminent giver fruting the amber wave
Sometimes I see you at the Boston harbor
Pining at the shipless sea, it's an African agony.
Ultimately history tells your...

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I 
                   heard
              ...

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EVIL Exists; Utopia Does Not

		You may remember them--
		a wildly-diverse band of individuals--
		a strange ensemble comprised of 
		various races, age brackets,  
		backgrounds, and philosophies.
		By the mid-seventies the philosophies
		had been replaced with one mindset, that
		of a...

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Evil  Prophet
There was a megalomaniacal man,
his ministry in Indiana began,
a man whose heart was not so pure 
and lead a most tragic event to occur.
His narcissistic personality,
hid many dark demons no-one could see,
he preached...

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I
retired from education, sharing with (not scaring)
OUR YOUTH
oblivious of persistent prejudice, labor migrant past piercing 
the present
until i left America for South Africa, returning to Natal nativity,
COMPLEX TRUTH
missionary in Eastern Cape province, an elder of...

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TRANSPORTATION, A POETRY LESSON OF HISTORY
Transplanted, unwittingly, an invasive plant
Transported – the ship itself – to foreign port
Far, far away from welcome, the known –
So far and foreign, I’d never own a home

Volunteering because tears...

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In San Francisco, he started his crusade
to teach the word of God and all good He made.
His followers, even though penurious,
gave him all they had; they were oblivious.
He taught them how to atone for sins...

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