When the west Indian met her ideal east Indian man,
She went through a string of more than several Indian lovers.
Decided he's the one she refuses to string along.
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled
against the clear minority who had signed
emancipation letters without intent
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun
An Evening In Guanima
Bahamian Anthology
West Indian Poetry
Climbing Clouds
Longman Atlas
Welcome To The Bahamas
Island Boy
The Pearl
Moby Dick
Old Man and The Sea
Out Island Doctor
Devotions For The Beach
Bahamas In Black and White
Island of The Blue Dolphins
Chicken Soup For The Beach Lovers
and Ocean Lovers Soul
I love the adventures
of an underwater library
Standing slim and trim
in the blistering solar atmosphere
with her crown of pale olive leaves
salsa dancing in the ocean breeze
The soul of her young
offspring of coconuts
with their delicate shells
like the skull of a human corpse
embracing their succulent
liquids of tropical vitamins
the rich taste of our West Indian roots
flowing like water from a river
drowning itself into the ocean
As she walks with a graceful rhythm, when the wind brushes her hair back from her neck
down to her soul. Where the fire ignites her flaming beauty.From the deep in the
Himalaya's to the Caribbean sea. Her scents draws the scenes of pleasure from a weary sole
to a man of stature.She is West Indian from many cultures in the islands across the
seas.When she laughs it's infectious to everyone. From the early morning rise,to the
setting sun. Once you get to know her you would always learn. No matter where you come
from you will return.
As the waves roll in and lash upon the rocks
Is like in the slightest cool breeze I could hear
And with out fear , a distant voice saying to
to be hold something greater than me.
Yes in this place I will plant my seed because
This soil is blessed with three unseen spirits and will grow after toil of sweat, blood
and tears and my generations will come to know me.
A man of distinction, yes I am a West Indian !