When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
Tis' my mind wonders
Thou I shall ponder
Dusk till dawn
Gazing at a majestic swan
O' what thy should do
when will thy mind give me a clue
O' how I becon
Then thy mind shall threaten
9.39pm - bed
2.02am - wake
2.20am - check clock
2.25am - toilet
2.39am - check clock
2.40am - rollover
2.42am - rollbackover
2.45am - rollbackoveragain
2.47am - check phone
3.03am - kick cat off bed
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
when moon casts its
The sky exploded into colors, and sun winked at the stars,
Stars winked at the night, loveliness in black and white!
Day and night met in twilight shadows, a secret rendezvous,
In the deepening purple magic, casting its hypnotic allure.
Bluebirds ceased singing, in adulation of the languid hours,
While the fragrant flowers, drew strange breeze encounters!
Gaiety will have to be waiting, no matter how it is missed,
For the world won't be waking, until the sunrise compromise.