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Best Poems Written by Mintra Mankasingh

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Love

My Love

Your skin glows like the Apple,
blossoms Sweet as the Marigold in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Saxophone voice
and leaps like a wolf at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends in on a great Macaw wing.
I am calmed by your Scarf that I carry into the twilight
 of Silkybeams and hold next to my fingers. 
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sadness. 
As my hair falls from my blouse, it reminds me of your touch. 
In the hushed, I listen for the last laughter of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my destination. 
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret
voice so that we may writhe as one,
heart to heart, in search of the glorious blue
and spiritual amore of love.

Written by Mintra J Mankasingh June 25 2018

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Crimes In Trinidad and Tobago

Ah was standing there liming,
Thinking ah was having some fun
Laughing, drinking, and singing
On the Island of Sun

Along came a car with some thugs
And before you know it,
Ah was shot, and now I will
End up in a 6 foot pit

Yuh cannot take time outside
Yuh own home and land
Cause before you know it
You are shot and it’s grand

Trini’s liming
Is not a good thing
It does not matter;
How much you dance and sing
Beware of the gangs
They will take you out with a bang

Written by mj july 28 2013

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Racism

Although we are are not born racists
Racism has always been around
Symptoms are: feelings that you are bound
And you cannot turn around

I may be treated indifferent, 
because I am not Caucasian:
I may be Indigenous, East Indian, African, Asian or LGBTQ
The color of my blood is still red
The color of my skin comes from my origin

So, how can we blend Orientation, Colour, Creed, and Race?
It is By  joining our hands, 
And looking face to face
believing we are all equals,
Thinking that everything is fair
An that God holds us all in his hands
Very dear

Written by Mintra J. Mankasingh
2005

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Broken


Oh, the hurt I endured,
The shame, the pain I suffered,
The game—and yet, no blame—
For you were narcissistic, as  I, uncovered.

You walked away with all my trust,
Left me drowning in the dust.
A shattered heart, a silent cry,
no explanation, 
leaving me to wonder why?

But I have learned, I’ve come to see,
The chains are gone, I set me free.
No longer bound by love unfair,
I rise above—I cease to care.

Though scars remain, they do not bleed,
I’ve found the strength I truly need.
No longer lost within your maze,
I stand alone—but in my grace.

written by mjm 2025 Feb

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A Mother's Plight

A mother’s plight
Is always to fight
For the wellness of her children
Even if it costs millions 

In all her life
She will struggle 
To give her very best
And will never let it rest 

Even when she becomes old and grey
Her quest for plight or flight
Will always shine as a bright light
And the bonding with her children 
Will be worth more than a million 

When a mother passes away 
The bond continues to stay
Because of a mother’s plight 
To Always to fight

Written by Mintra j mankasingh 2005.

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Dreamer

Once upon a midnight otherworldly
My metaphysical, I could not awaken
Eagerly I looked for the literal
Through which came thrilling, thrilling, thrilling
The absurdist seemed happy instilling
The caring caring cultivating
The haunting never contemplating
Take thy evocation from out my heart
I crave the unfathomable, unnamable unworldliness
Suddenly, I heard some disciplining
Ah, distinctly I was capacitating
'It's that urbanity,' I muttered

Mjm September 18 2018

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How I See My Siblings

How I see my Siblings

Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.

Eldest Brother
Eldest brother ruled with whip and shoe,
Each harsh strike taught lessons I never knew.
Meeting him meant fear would pave the way—
Childhood dread that shadowed every day. 

Second-eldest Brother

Second-eldest brother grew timid and shy,
Now gentle and patient as the years slip by.
He’d never harm a creature, nor chase off a fly,
Kindness is his kingdom under every sky.

Eldest Sister
Eldest sister sat upon her haughty throne,
Deemed me a blister, left me so alone.
She trod the world in silk while I was unseen,
Her regal arrogance made me feel obscene.

Twins
Twins swam through life like fish lost without fins,
Their fortunes adrift as each gamble begins.
Chasing illusory wins with hopeful despair,
They scramble for answers that vanish in air.

Me (the Black Sheep)
Then came the black sheep who begged only to please,
Taunted and teased, I mastered the art to appease.
Bruised by the laughter, I fashioned my own shield,
Learning through silence the strength not to yield.

Youngest Brother
Youngest brother burst forth before breath had its time,
A spark of pure mischief in rhythm and rhyme.
He popped every bubble with laughter and spite,
A rogue ever roaming, eluding the night.

Second-youngest Sister
Second-youngest sister lived fearless and free,
Her heart danced with courage for all eyes to see.
Some called her reckless, yet her spirit took flight,
Embracing each moment in wild, blazing light.

Youngest Sister
Youngest sister cherished as pearl in a shell,
Grew distant and cool—her warmth none could tell.
She slipped through our grasp like a soft drifting sigh,
Leaving behind echoes of love gone awry.


Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.


written by Mintra J Manksingh Jan 2008

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Mental Health -Ailments - Suicide

Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Thinking of all my inner pain
Staring out the window
Thinking my life has been in vain

Staring out the window 
looking at the falling rain
surmizing my mental health ails
Staring out the window
 looking at the falling rain
Thinking of all my fails

Staring out the window 
looking  at the falling rain
Thinking I am ready for the end
Staring out the  window at the falling rain
Knowing there is no mend

Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Should I choose the "hang"
Staring out the window 
looking at the falling rain
Pulling the trigger and
My life goes out with a bang
I can no longer see
The falling rain

Always call the Suicide hotline they are always there to help. 

Written by mj  June 10 2018.

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Spiritual Love

Your beauty is like my passion for you
Succulent as a blossom from a buttercup tree in spring
My longing heart rises to the drums of  your voice
And leaps like a fox at the whisper of the breeze
My life ascends in on an astro trip
And I am taken in by the memories
That I hold next to my heart
I am in hopes of making our love sweet nectar
As my heated love melts away with spring
And I will wait for the crystal moonlight
So that we may become sultry 
Eyes to eyes;
In search of the glorious and spiritual light of love

Written by MJM June 26th 2018

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Karma - Dishonesty

I see the callousness and misery
From the look on your face
I see the lies and deception 
This is where;I rest my case

The thieving and deception 
Has caused a false perception 
The under handed deal
Has left the situation concluded;
That it was a steal

Just to answer one question 
Seemed quite the task
All was wearing
A two faced mask

Karma is served at the karma cafe
Karma never forgets an address
Or a face;
Be prepared for karma to be paying;
A visit to your place.


Written by  MJ  Mankasingh may 28 2018