Taino Poems

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dark Moon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


There's a dark moon rising over
the Stars and Strips.....
An ugly wicked dark moon;

It want go away -

When you think that the most
heinous slaughter of human life,
in American history has long been
forgotten think...Read More

Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?

Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being...Read More

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dark Moon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February2014


There's 
a dark moon 
rising
over
the Stars 
and 
Strips.....

An ugly 
wicked
dark moon -

It want
go
away -

When you think
that
 the most
heinous 
slaughter 
of
human life,

in
American
history

has
long been
forgotten,

it peeks
through
the
iniquity 
of
minacious 
clouds,

to
reveal
the
unthinkable
genocide,

that took
place
on
American
soil -

An 
ugly wicked
dark
moon,

bleeding behind 
the
shadows
of
senseless 
and
countless,

shed's 
of blood,

on
the
grounds
of
America -

It was
the
worst 
holocaust 
known to mankind -

Still
to this day,
it
stands alone
as the most
catastrophic 
loss of human
life
 in
World History - 

Even
more  than
all of
the wars
ever...Read More

Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a man I asked all the...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...Read More

The mind is a womb
Copulate it
Let the semen of reason
Part the legs of its cervix
And you will see
When moth struggles before its born
The power of its dreams for flight
Words are eggs, you know
Virginal eggs,
I saw him hatch them into bricks
Of...Read More