Wet and Wild great waves just pushing right at you Never easy from the gully to the river from the river to the sea happy and bouncing never a dull moment run come enjoy the fun in the sun Jamaica is the real deal. All…

Forever love Caress our souls Our love flow into a love That was so real   When you put your soul around mine I knew our hearts Belong together Forever

Born to win Born in Sin Born in wealth Born in poverty Born as a winner Never a loser number one all the time Swimming right up at the top. All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2017 Roxann A Harvey

sometimes nothing makes sense you put one foot in front of the other brave brave brave phone lines get tangled around words left unsaid a connection is missed static your heart yearns to speak be heard relief a splash of water on your tired face…

Old ugly mind, can get crinkles and wrinkles, with laughs of hidden smirks with those flopping teeth.Non-judging over crooked ways of mockery when such demons of evil slitter from skin deep.Hush, now… too many words can write your own tale of visions of betrayed and…

We were secret agents Napoleon Solo and James Bond on bikes cousin Bob and I hunkered down the New York and Pittsburgh joint forces we scribbled in notebooks diagrams of ballpoint pens with retractable poison needles cameras tied to helium balloons for surveillance we roamed…

Barbaric, wildling animal, Grunt and huff, rut through the dirt And sweat under the hot sun.   The woman, majestic beast, native all over the world.   Sometimes bares remarkable resemblance to the species homo sapien, But of course, this is simple mimicry, much like…

Note: 100 non-repeated words. There was a time, when she was my friend. Long before she was controlled by man Before governments could bend and mold her Time was different then. Instead of linear, she was deep Time wasn’t rushed; she had purpose She had…

Butterflies and moonbeams worship mother fool who saw her past only in her head for what about you bitch. Long distant past for a fool grown to spoil in vampire calvacades I’d dung done wrong. Oooooooooops there I go again. Beat me Daddy 8 to…

The first person who broke my heart is no different than the second, is no different than the last. They are part of every poem, and the little bone-holes from the gnawing. They are the missing skin. And the place where it healed. Thick white…