Martinique Poems - Poems about Martinique

...Uma Carta de Amour A letter of love I never wrote “But I remember it well.” as Maurice Chevalier sang Once, I loved a dolphin A swam along the ship We sang a duet People said the cook is m......Read More

...Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan. If Life would not wish it otherwise [Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura an......Read More

...It's good to be modern, don't you think? Bowling alley, skating rink. If we moderns want a swim, we drive our cars down to the gym. We've mastered plastics, studied steel, no fears about ......Read More

...Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize all because of their je......Read More

...ISLAND HOPPING by JOHN M. ARRIBAS My first day of community service at Glen Oaks Assigned to spend time with a few elderly folks Spotted an old gentleman staring out into space Weathered ......Read More

...Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize all because of their je......Read More

...Beginning with the gift of my first breath On an island by the sea Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend And companion next to me. From sandy beaches I once strode, searching For shells washed up ......Read More

...absolutely nothing stops the pipeline. it penetrates all ways of life all borders, all villages & towns--- the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way of its progress......Read More

...Martinique is in our history too Not just in our blood Because Josephine seduced him To make us reap more bitterness From the ferment of the sugarcane Martinique was also his home His native sh......Read More

...I've been privileged to behold glorious sunsets around this orb. All so spectacular, 'tis almost more than I can absorb! No artist could e'er blend oils to match The Creator's skill, Nor with thei......Read More

...It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder. 'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder. It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me, And lit a fire in ......Read More

...pour it like the sun is dead. but not before shaking it well. wait, wat is je naam? my father is half-Dutch. stay with me, Martinique (that name tag is lovely) I have not been happy. li......Read More