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Hardened Heart

Your thought not to hate
But why I hate you so much
Lord please come into my heart 
My heart has hardened
She left me 
Left me with the boys
I loved her
But she loved the bottle
Smoke
Party 
Streets 
Friends
She was unloyal 
Had my questions DNA
But my genes run deep
Lord bring forgiveness in my heart 
I want to break her down
I wish she drop dead
No I don't 
Lord help me please 
How could she
I wanted to be family 
Be a man 
Do right by her
5 years no calls
Letters
Visits
Now you expecting again 
How dare you 
Lord bless her soul
Will you abandon
This one
I pray not
Lord take this hostility
Out my spirit
Take it out 
This built up anger 
Remove it
Lord my heart hardened

-Patrice Jackson and Ricky Jackson


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Like sunrise in the morning
or darkness of the night.
Even shadows hearken to her
when she sits down to write.

Oceans all grow restless
there's a stirring up above.
Clouds move so the moon can see
as she writes words of love.

Storms are brewing in the skies
her anger's not forbidden.
Be grateful for the skies of blue
on days her anger's hidden.

Tonight today is almost gone.
She's poetry's long lost lover.
When this day is over
she'll sit and write another.

With mountain tops and butterflies
and valleys filled with springs.
Lovers lost along the way
and sometimes angels wings.

As she looks through eyes of love
 and only she can see.
What each new day's going to bring
the pride of poetry.

Edwin C Hofert
Form: Rhyme

Thank You Nevis and St Kitts

Before I die or kick the bucket.
First I must thank the Great God Almighty.
I have had a very happy and blessed Life. 
And He always sent his earthly angels whenever I was in difficulty.
I thank my mom Mildred Morton, teacher Mildred, and my dad Luther Morton.
My brothers Lawson, Everette, Sandopey. My daughters Charming and Icis.
Patrice Ward, Stamma Jeffers of Brick Kiln, Evan Nisbett, Richard Caines, Pastor Leroy Benjamin.
All My fans  who gave me support. Former Prime Minister Denzil Douglas. Purcell Ferguson. Clyde Williams.

Calypsonian Nutsey. Musician Tony and Keith Finch in St. Kitts.
Abonatti, Ip Isaac and Crusader-Creighton Pension., Soul Survivors Brass.
Avelyn Browne and Tasha. Evans and Jeanie. 
Joycelyn Johnson and  Pernny McIntosh in Guyana.
My Ex-wife Dolly Ornette Chirveton Morton.
Lorraine Elliot Browne.
Orklan Hector, former permanet secreatry Edmeade from Old Road. 
Hwnry Stugumber Browne, Lawyer. Jeffret Nisbett and Patrice Nisbett.
Father Edgar Blant, Edmund Lawrence. Charles Bussue. Rolston Otto and Ras Kentae-Antigua, 
Heather Crighton, Pamela and Sandrine White, Seana Willett. Gloria Chambers and family.
Former Teacher Eunice Willims who used to live in Greenlands.
Teacher Gerard Browne, Melford Ward, Rosalie Andre. Dora Stevens. Desiree and Diane Pemberton of Sprott Street SK.  Marcus Hodge. Mrs. Eugene Walwyn.  Carmen Brookes. Pepsi Peppa Brown of Pond hill. Banga Hillies Smithen, Patrick Stapleton, Ian Planka Byron, Shopkeeper and Bar Owner Collin of Pond Hill. Hasting Danielm , my friend Juggis, Ray Brantley, Rawlinson Isaac. Kennedy Simmonds, Joseph Parry, Robert Bradshaw, Simeon Daniel. Ms Buchanan from Stpleton SK. Michael Blake. Patrick Welcome. Former Bishop Orland Linsay. Forner Headmistress Jacobs at Basseterre High School St. Kitts. Iona Browne Edgings My favorite teacher ever. 
Al Barker of Barker and Kelly.
Omax Gardiner, Guyanese Camella Grant from Westbury Essequibo Coast.
And the many others I forgot to mention. If I forgot you do not have me to kill it was jsut a slip of a man who is 66 and nearing the age of Dimentia.

These people were angels I meet along the way of Life's Journey. 
Like the song by Jimmy Davis says, it was good and beneficial just having touched my life with you. 
I always like to give big thanks for small mercies.


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Patrice Day

Saint Patrice day 

In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.

Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness

Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.

Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore, she waved, we cried, and people smiled
they didn’t know; no one had loved so deeply as us.

Our letter writing petered out, so many adventures for young
minds I met a girl in Amsterdam, she had a bike.
My mother asked about the Irish girl. Her name was Catlin.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Just A Tooth For Burial

For Patrice Lumumba 
25-06-2025

When you gave back just a tooth
You didn’t even feel ashamed
At all though you knew the truth
You were never deeply blamed

For what you did to Patrice
Lumumba whom you tortured
Then chopped and chopped to pieces
Like an onion you nurtured

Your ego and turned our land
Into a profit death camp
Which fulfilled what you had planned
You took and took to revamp

Belgium thus exploited
All our raw material 
Thinking you were anointed
By God to act imperial

No one was prosecuted
For what you put us through
Your deeds can’t be disputed
Even your own crew knows it’s true

When rubber quotas wasn’t met
You cut off my limbs with an axe
To make an example of me on set
Were you proud with all those stacks

And stacks of hands you displayed
Like medals on parade after a race
Were you aware of the game you played
Which was gory yet turned our face

Sad when blood gushed like water from
A hydrant still no remorse
While you just stood there numb
To the course you had to endorse
Form: Rhyme


As We Metamorphose

As we metamorphose
away from mumbo-jumbo,
we cleave to poetry, abandon prose.

Science is the only one that knows.
I saw it on “Colombo”.
A laptop’s far more useful than a rose.

Remember Walden Pond, and when it froze?
Or when Aunt Bernadette prepared that gumbo?
You won’t forget the north wind when it blows!

America’s best movie? If it chose,
the Number One would probably be ‘Dumbo’.
And ‘Tik Tak Toe’ would be the Show of Shows.

We all have sadness, live through woes,
but strong folk are not looking for macumba.
Rain falls – that’s all we need suppose.

Just check your seams are straight: adjust your hose,
and get out there and trip a raunchy rumba.
You know the tune real well. It’s one of those.

You think that milk and honey are what flows?
I’d like to see you tell Patrice Lumumba!
It’s been that way for many other Joes.

Art long, life short? The poem has to close.
But maybe, from the shadow of the tumba,
some vestige will remain for you to gloze.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Black Bird and Midnight Butterfly

There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"

I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views" 
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"

Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".


It is done!

Thanks to those who contributed

Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian 

Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!

Premium Member If They Could Get Her They Could Get Me

I tried to be a good girl, to be quiet and unnoticed.
Because the world is a scary place, and evil people frighten me.
I felt if I was unassuming, hiding inside dark doorways, I would be safe.
I watched other girls be loud and proud, getting away with it

Not tempted to be the real me, because I thought I would be a target.
If there is one thing I did not want,
it was to be “the one” the bad guy kills.
Patrice was one of those “out there” girls in every way.
She flashed her talents in the best way possible, and it was marvelous!

I felt jealous of that, but still stuck to my molehills, hiding under stairs.
After watching the movie “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” Patrice disappeared.
She was not found for six months, then it was just her body.
She was gone.
A bad guy got her.


My mindset changed immediately.
If they could murder her, they could murder me.
Did I want to get murdered without living the life I secretly wanted to live?
Thanks to this epiphany I became the real me, forty years ago.


Written 8-11-2022
Contest  The Epiphany that Changed Your Life Forever
Host: Chantelle Anne Cooke

The Unbroken Spirit of African Leaders' Legacy

Africa's land, shadows of colonialism still linger
Leaders rise, with hearts aflame, resisting the fetters
Of Western dominance, a legacy of dolor
Their courage, a luminary, in the dark of night's refrain
Kwame Nkrumah's vision, a guiding radiance
Pan-Africanism's fervor, burning bright
Unity and self-determination, his battle cry
Ghana's freedom, his legacy, forever exalted

Julius Nyerere's Ujamaa, a path less trod
Self-reliance's puissance, Tanzania's nod
Non-Aligned Movement, his noble quest
Distance from West, and do what's salubrious

Patrice Lumumba's heart, untold stories bear
Congo's freedom, his legacy, beyond compare
Assassinated young, his spirit remains
A symbol of resistance, against foreign chains

Thomas Sankara's fire, a revolutionary's conflagration
Burkina Faso's self-sufficiency, his people's encomium
Anti-imperialist, with a people's cry
Empowering Burkinabés, until his final valediction

Gamal Abdel Nasser's stand, Suez's mighty tumult
Nationalized the canal, with an iron hand, forever more
Arab nationalism, his passionate plea
Reducing Western influence, his legacy

Other leaders, with stories untold
Nelson Mandela's fight, apartheid's fold
Samora Machel's valor, Mozambique's beacon
Haile Selassie's legacy, Ethiopia's guiding luminescence

Ellen Johnson Sirleaf's path, a trailblazer's stride
Liberia's economic growth, her careful guide
Navigating West, with a nation's pride
A female leader, with a story to abide

These African leaders, with hearts of aurum
Resisted West, with stories to be told
Their legacies live, in history's page
An evidence fortitude, in a continent's stage

Where have we gone awry? Who do we offend?
What are they searching for, in Africa's land, again and again?
Now, they pursue Traore, Burkina Faso's president true
May they not succeed, in their Machiavellian pursuit, anew

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