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Carpe Diem

I learned very early,what to do with opportunity;take it while it sitsfor it never rests long.If a chance is there, seize it.For you to smile as you reminisceopportunities must be grabbed and kissedfor there will always be an opportunistwho’ll snatch for the chances you will miss. Some hold moments in their graspas if trying to […]

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comic verse

Sexy Time.

Love is a many splendoured thing. Holding hands, kissing, romantic violins. It’s thoughtfulness and patience, can be a virtue or a sin, but best as the exultant twang of bouncing bedsprings. Now, please don’t think me fetishist, a perv, or over flirty it’s just that sex didn’t go away when I got past thirty. I’ve […]

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Poetry

From Daddy’s Shoulders.

Written for my daughter when she was 18 years old.   Every breath I inspire has purpose; every single breath. Every heart beat has a motive, Keeps me from, yet takes me closer to death. Needful of meaning in the interim, ‘tween my conception and my demise I have procreated quite successfully; to four offspring […]

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Poetry

Always Someone.

PART I You’re always in the mind of someone. There’s always someone who thinks of you as an angel. This person colours your image with rainbows and has a fantasy of you so beautiful it can have no life outside of a dream. This person feels the warmth of your breath even when so gentle […]

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political video footage

Tears of Rage

I have cried in rage, remembering the age when a black man’s every bone was legally owned – by white men. Taken for greed across the sea to grow sugarcane, tobacco and cotton – the weak and diseased tossed into the sea – they built a trade so inhuman and rotten. Supported and justified by […]

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Poetry video footage

Dancing with the Phalarope

  “…they say I’m too old to fall in love; I say they’re too young to know.” I hope you grace your smiles on everyone,as you ‘cha-cha-cha’ through your world of funand remember the times you swirled in ecstasy.I hope you still dance with audacious flirtation,that your heart sings hymns of joyful generations.and your jazz still […]

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Autobio pieces. Poetry

Don’t Wake Me I’ll be Writing

I wonder why I love to scribble profundities or arrant drivel, revealing clips of what I know, concealing bits that I should show? I wonder where these rhymes will go when they collide with what you know and how you feel? I wonder if the words I scrawl, intrigue, enrage, inspire, enthrall elucidate, attenuate or […]