IS THERE ANYTHING THAT WARMS LIKE A MOTHER’S ARMS? WHAT THRILLS AS MUCH, AS HER TENDER TOUCH?WHAT BRIGHTENS UP THE SKIES, LIKE YOUR MOTHER’S EYES?IS THERE A PRETTIER PLACE, THAN YOUR MOTHER’S FACE?WAS THERE A SWEETER SOUND EVER UTTERED,THAN HER WHISPERED WORD? IS THERE A SAFER SPACE, THAN ENWRAPPED IN
Guest Poetry BLACK BROTHER’S PRAYER I MADE IT THRU ANOTHER DAY, LORD.THIS BLACK BROTHER WASN’T BLOWN AWAY, LORD.I WASN’T STOPPED BY A CRUEL COP, LORD.I WASN’T PUNCHED, PEPPPER-SPRAYED, OR POPPED, LORD.I WASN’T BRUTALLY BLUDGEONED WITH BATONS, LORD,OR BLOWN AWAY, BY BULLETS FROM THEIR GUNS, LORD.A COP DIDN’T CLAIM HE WAS
Beloved Brother Beloved brother, born and bred on Benna, blossoming and blooming, beyond our borders andOpening up as one of our outstanding offspring. This talented troubadour, with tuned guitar in tow, traveled to the States, taking our tropical treats for them to taste, Then, returning, tiptoeing from table to table,
A Tribute to Sir Vere Cornwall Bird Sr. Vere Cornwall Bird Sr., you’re a man, big in stature andhumble at heart. You came, you saw the intolerable plight of Antiguans & Barbudans. You set the wheels in motion andstarted the struggle against the plutocracy that devoured oursociety. You became the
Guest Poetry Goodbye to Our Dear Queen England’s elegantLoved lady,Internationally idolized, fromZimbabwe and Zambia toAustralia and Anguilla,Beloved beauty of the BritishEmpire, exiting this earthly environment;Terrestrial time, terminated,Heading up high to her Heavenly home! YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER, IN OUR HEARTS! Earl-Sep-08–2022
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