Long Shacks Poems

Sings the story at twilight 
When the moon is just rising, 
Sings a simple troubadour 
The short tale of life. 

How a fine boy, 
Born in a palace, 
A palace like crystal, 
Became a proud...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Our lives and our time
Fired useless
Into the air
Toy cap gun shots
Those winter palaces unstormed
No tax offices ransacked
Where is utopia I asked
And no-one knew
They looked at me with pity
As if I still talked
To an imaginary friend
At...

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I circled around the park three times and continue journeying towards the west
On my first cycle I met a couple sitting on the corner watching me like big brother
The young man shouted at me in...

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A couple of twisted shacks composed in Card Board City in Everywhere 

County the nameless man or woman spits out another tooth with 
           ...

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A sodden dreg with wooden leg is dancing for a dime,

to sacred psalms and other balms, all ticking with the time.

He’s 22, he’s almost through, he’s melted in his prime,

his bane is firm, the canker...

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The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs
from a sky that...

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We played on all weather turf which was mud and a few sods of grass

Dribbled like Pele and Eusebio in old boot for that one killer pass

From straight after school until there was not one...

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Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders and coaches
shall I keep going!
Segregation to isolation, shacks to the...

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When I was in High School, one of my assignments was to perform community 
charity.  My teacher hooked me up with the President of “The Appalachian Club” at the local 
college.  I was...

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They Called Him Diamond

They called him Diamond still do and his colour is black like 
scorched earth frozen shadows of hell shafted and grafted on 
his scarred broken shoulders deprived of not only his name...

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I am the greatest adventurer the world will ever know,
Just take my hand and off we'll go.
I have been to the mines of Moira,
To the very center of paranoia.
I have been to London and France,
I...

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How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular

I have come swinging open the iron gates
Of the Netherworld where I have been asleep
For...

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Leading his horse in the heat of the day
Been gone a long time but he still knows the way
Just a few shacks when he went for the gold
He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s...

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A craving to conquer, a hunger for war
Ships set sail, to foreign soil 
Across dark seas onto treacherous shores

Archer’s drawback their bows, 
Fiery arrows climb high,
Flying with fury, they darken the sky.

The awful odor of...

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( this is my way to bring out what i see and what i object to ... the happenings in the state of Goa )
 When strange lands begin to unfold
And pathways commence to get...

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Take Heed

It was said unto the elders that their homes would be secure
Had they only known what their children would endure

Take heed of all the decades of residential schools
Believe it if you will, the elders...

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GLISTENING GOKARNA

This scenic beauty, a grand temple town
Seated in the Arabian Sea like a golden crown
Bedecked on its bosom the blue beaches festoon 
To name a few- Kudle, Paradise,Om and Half moon 


Plays host to...

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I
Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits
Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt
BY choice, folk in small spaces
Hide from Civilization, national mandates
On Environmental Courtesies and Policies
But these birds survive and thrive
While feces flow from poor piping...

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Catcalls and rapes
Molesting all sizes and shapes
Broadcasted on TV, the recorded tapes
But blame is on the victim howsoever she drapes
Cause that’s how this society gapes
 
A man lies on the street, blood spilled all over
They...

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I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL

BMWs shine on the lot, row after row,
reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California.
Their windows blink back stories of 4,792 Japanese Americans
interned on this same lot seventy-eight years ago.

I remember...

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Chorus:

Wounded Knee, hear their plea,
Hear their cries, hear their sighs,
Hear their dreams,
The Ghost Dance
Was their chance to be free.

Narration:

When the gold rush in the 1870's,
Brought the white man in,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull,
Began to raid...

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The Brainy Stranger @ the Book Store Coffee House - A Narrative Poem

One day at a book store,
In the corner they sold,
Some very flavorful coffee and biscuits cakes;
"We've got some lovely shacks,
Say’s the library hostess".

I'll...

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"Oh Child! oh sweet, sweet child-
why dearest do you roam,
in midst of our wild? For these forrests
are no safe little enclosed shacks,
but filled with monstrous beasts,
all formed in family packs-
ready to hunt the weak
and the...

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