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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
Work
so hard
morning, noon
night before sleep
reward is so unsatisfactory.
Wake up in the morning ready for work
have my breakfast
plan my day
to do
list.
Now
ready
start workday
review my list
prioritize my work for the day; smart.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
Soft
light
glowing
silent moon
pouting tender cheeks
this moonlight that painted the sky.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
We have to cross divisive barriers
When we wade through storms in togetherness;
Water rising like silent couriers
Brings our disposition from this madness.
Beyond much witless pride and prejudice
We take shelter under one roof as one;
Our color, our creed, our culture in bliss
As we nurture new dreams to carry on.
When our faith is strong and strength is renewed,
No bolder blasting from sweltering rain
Will shake, rattle or roll to make us screwed;
We shall heal and overcome growing pain.
There is always light under the tunnel;
Just keep your eyes open through the funnel.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
Behind every difficulty
Look deeply for a solution
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes it appears so tricky
To be worthy satisfaction
Behind every difficulty.
Sometimes you try best as can be
Rolling over resolution
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes you take the task lightly
Without a priori caution
Behind every difficulty.
Sometimes you show little worry
About making a decision
Never think it will be easy.
Sometimes there’s animosity
Which makes assorted division
Behind every difficulty
Never think it will be easy.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2021
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
An eye for an eye blinds the entire world.
By this action one negates the whole truth;
And so creates a boomerang unfurled.
With bitter hate and villainous uncouth,
There is fallacy that might is right, thus
By this action one negates the whole truth.
With sordid haste, being so atrocious,
The world’s play-book flutters with rage, selfish;
There is fallacy that might is right, thus.
By this token, without any blemish,
An eye for an eye may seem justified;
The world’s play-book flutters with rage, selfish.
While millions of people are petrified,
Flailing hopes and dreams only fantasy
An eye for an eye may seem justified.
All lives matter in eyes of Gandhiji;
An eye for an eye blinds the entire world.
Flailing hopes and dreams only fantasy;
And so creates a boomerang unfurled.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2020
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
You mock me
at your dinner table
higher up the food chain
call me bad names
with your filthy mouth
ride your prancing horse
and whip me
like your slave boy
when colony sugar burning
because you brought me
to make flourish your plantation
then take my woman
as you please
with your whore-mongering angst
in her womb
while I tug and sweat
loading punts with sugar cane
but just you never forget
you cannot change
this colour of my skin
like I can change yours
it is my indentured heart you fear
that will rise in this diaspora
turning pages of history
creating new chapters
gathering storm
just you never forget
just you never forget !!!
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
If
you
must die
a solemn
death, image the life
that you portray without fanfare.
Life rich with ambiguities
portends a challenge
what is true
knowing
you
lie.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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Watch
me
unfold
my canvas
to the open sky
a white cotton blanket on easel
then watch my brush softly stroke images of the mind.
Here I see the colour of my skin, prism of my hair
my flesh and blood, eyes like the sky
palette of my mind
colourful
non white
black
brown.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2018
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
Mahatma Gandhi: Oct.2, 1869-Jan.30,1948
In Birla House, his gatherings Bapu
Greeted with prayers, solace, and comfort
And cheerfully rose, clasping hands with few
Humming Vashnava Jana To in sort.
In frisky style Bapu exited door
To trail of family and friends in cue
To greet gatherers cheering by the score
Whispering, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram; Bless you.
Stepping out on the lawn, Bapu sparkled
A Light to the world beyond India
To sudden bullets from Nathuram, filled
With anger, darkness in the arena.
Assassination of Bapu blinded
This whole wide world that is so corrupted.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2020
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Leonard Dabydeen Poem
A man’s as old as he’s feeling …
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If the body frees the mind in its quest
For youthful dreams to be forever young
Let not Time play such games like cricket test
To stay batting because the gloves are hung.
If I should sit alone in dark of night
Will I hear angels singing of a new King?
Or should I let my mind wander for light
Until sunlight herald flowers of Spring?
Never too old I thought in solitude
Murmuring to myself, am I too late?
But the mind regales with much gratitude
That I am so far from St. Peter’s Gate.
When youthful feelings prod the mind to soar
Sweet dreams go far beyond ocean’s shore.
Copyright © Leonard Dabydeen | Year Posted 2017
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