Short Maroons Poems

There's no sweetness like you, let me taste every kiss.



Written on 12/13/2015
Song: Sugar by Maroons 5...

Read More

A rainbow bark?
Here in the dark?
Oh, my yes,
You should see her dress!
 
Maroons and green,
Outed by the queen,
Orange and reds,
Shown as she sheds.
 
Rainbow Eucalyptus,
Seeing is truly worth a bit of fuss.
Painted by the master,
Keep up, you can walk faster.
 
A rainbow bark!
Colorful at dark.
Oh, goodness yes!
You should see her dress!...

Read More

Fields of freedom fruiting our fantasy
Liberty from the Ironshore sugar crumbling days
Airport displaced and struggling for land
Nature strewn where Taino and Maroons ratified claim
Kin and flesh held one displaced place, ancestral lands
Enticing too the greedy barons claim, but they had none
Rights must be the thrust of the masses, so dream
Struggle, fight, Flankers must unite against the chains of night...

Read More

Gardenias and roses, lilac and fragrant jasmine shruB,
Are my backyard passion, both colorful and so artfuL!
Rare shades of beauty abound, like black, and indigO.
Dahlias from peach to velvet wine, give delight alsO.
Every bold color is represented, at the gardener's whiM,
Never dull, with maroons, pinks and golds, so like sunsetS!



Written May 29,2020
Double Double Words to Bubble Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

Read More

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious...

Read More

First love petrol bombs the fire, 
  throws the gauntlet on the killing floor, 
wraps the arms about the shoulders, 
drives adrenaline needles in the heart, 
sinks the plunger on the opium rig, 
  and promises, promises more, much more. 

First love be the last love, 
  when withdrawn maroons the lonely, 
chokes the breath with finger bitten frost, 
gouges tears out of the sightless eyes, 
thrusts the soul in deep ironic depths, 
  claims us, first love, last love, only......

Read More