Long Silk cotton Poems

Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where reachin’ palms whisper
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
...

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  Where sets the sun again
far from the din of Port of Spain
  shadows fall on the plain.
And on that plain over I strode
when the wind its trees winnowed
  up the old...

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why do you have to leave now?
denial has been my pill
and collapse seem inevitable
if I stop.

How can I hold time responsible for this?
Is there a way to put it behind bars?

I stand as a helpless...

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Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day 
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.

If it happens to be a cloud,
looking down a side of a mountain floating...

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Sometimes In silence
I question citrine stars~
what streams beneath
murky waters,
Is hope still flowing 
through rusty ripples,
why do we live
in an orb 
of sheer blindness, 
would the wind
ever seize tunnels
behind the black hole,
or are we destined 
to...

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Rainstorm in Summer

               Appeared tropical scorching summer
              ...

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Why are you looking so ?

A sketch of fear in your eyes,
An atlas of filthiness on your face,
No sheath in your body.

Nail-teeth wounds of beast
In your breasts, navel,
Even in the courtyard of your wild desire...

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TROPICAL SUMMER

         Scorching Sun, Shiny Sky,
         Whirling wind always dry,
         Even...

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SUMMER SHOW
  
         Scorching Sun in Sky.
        Whirling wind goes weepy dry.
       ...

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I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries 
From my heavy,swollen foot?

I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread...

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Biobab ever sits unable to stand but a tree.A broad trunked,huge like rocks,from silk-cotton family fruiting for paper,cloth and rope suiting.
 
Bab is gate in Arabic and the tree is an African origin.A gateway between...

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Rain rain come come to speak
Swallow hasn't sang at the sky,
The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said;
Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly.

Today weather is very nice
Come on mud smears,
Mud Bath we all...

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Silk-cotton

Flower silk-cotton blossoms
Blossomed to burst into cotton.
Orange flowers appear white off and on.
White cotton spreads somewhere like white carpet.
Pick up cotton for nice quilt.
Wrapped quilt in winter.
My wife rolled the same in summer.
Snow ice scattered...

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Afloat laid back
On the surging waves
In the ocean of love
‘O’ mermaids of ecstasy
Relish the bliss

In drapes of darkness
Like diamond studs
‘O’ fireflies of hope
Flap your jovial wings
Twinkle the fervency

White body of silk-cotton
Electric swords in bosom
‘O’ clouds...

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