1 My white canoe, like the s… 2 O’er the River of Dea… 3 When the moons of the worl… 4 I paddle back from the… 5 When the wishton-wish in t…
And I buried all the treacherous… And I felt a sense of calm, like… And I buried all the echoes of pa… In hopes of catching a glimpse of… Little did I know these feelings…
I choose to remember when I was a… That the streams fell o’er rocks r… And trickled neath the garden wall Through crevices that time install… The spattering rain bore a scent o…
By Stanley Collymore You always were, still are and will forever be an irrefutably phenomenal inspiration in the lives of all Barbadians irresp…
Many decades ago when I was a kid we always expected rain at 3 p.m. on Good Friday said to be the hour
In Britain’s Isle and Arthur’s d… When Midnight Faeries daunc’d the… Liv’d Edwin of the Green; Edwin, I wis, a gentle Youth, Endow’d with Courage, Sense and…
Open arms reach towards the heaven… As the heart holds up it’s dreams, And though the things inside are s… In the head they sound like scream… Stars shine down on a solitary sou…
A decision is made To never be afraid In you I believe The truth conceived My freedom from doubt
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you
I strive to live my life in whites… Even in the face of this deceitful… And if in errors I am caught and… From the fair courses of my candid… I view my trespasses with thoughtf…
Taint my heart, rip it apart vote for me and my funky dress Where are you now – I didnt even… I must confess my abstractedness Neglected by some future stalkers
I wish I could tie my shoe I need to learn to count past two I forget my favorite color I love my mother I only go to school for half a day
We think of death As the worst-case scenario But what if In the best-case scenario Death is the answer to a question?
With beasts and gods, above, the w… The child’s head, bent to the book… Is slow and sidelong and food-gath… Moving in blind grace... yet from… The grey-eyed one, fishing the mor…
Wind moves along the grass in a river type motion. Kind of reminds me the beauty of the ocean. So smooth. So the tide. Sit in and enjoy the ride. I sit under my beautiful willow tree. ...
It’s like I’m just trapped In a poverty cage bubble It traps me I can’t escape it No jobs no careers
what is the reason my heart skips… what is this feeling that makes me… why do i feel like this? what is the reason my stomach does… what is the feeling that makes me…
My love would have ran deep as the… Tell me why tides changed loves… Love reefs should have protected o… I should have been the queen of yo… You said you would stay by my side…
He flipped a coin, his resolve to… Heads, he doesn’t; tails, go forwa… Yes, full speed ahead; with all ha… It’s a toss-up; a challenge, an ex… But is it right? Leave everything…
As once the earth was no birds and no greens, so then god punished Adam
I’ve come for the battle, of right… My weapon of choice, to possess so… I can speak volumes, without makin… Though so spiritually lost, though… The armor within, so battered and…
Todo pasa, nada es envano, nada es accidental, todo conspira en la alborada. En el momento justo en la alborda, en el límite
I think you are like light rays ch… But only fear touches me the way t… ...The way that feels comfortable. Like when i’m alone. I almost know nothing sometimes bu…
Highrises and skyscrapers. smoldering ashes of buring paper. Inside and out. Over and over again. Taken back and turned away,
Who am I and where have I been? Just trying to find a way out of t… Every word hits a nerve and I’m r… Getting over you has made me think… But then I think man I must love…
Same old fights As the days drag on. She drinks He yells. It’s the same old shit
At morn the black-cock trims his j… ‘T is morning prompts the linnet’s… All Nature’s children feel the ma… Of life reviving, with reviving da… And while yon little bark glides d…
I KNOW that I shall meet my fat… Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My county is Kiltartan Cross,
Oh what a day The whistling of the wind The soft breeze that flows through… Oh what a day, what a day Leaves dancing, birds singing
One very rough day on the Pride o… In the scuppers a poor little cabi… When the Bosun drew nigh with wra… And gave him a kick to remember hi… As he cried with a sneer: “What g…