Soucouyant

Poem 15 Soucouyant A ball of fire flying through the night Deep in the village Causing quite a fright They say it’s a woman Perhaps the Devil’s wife A witch perhaps Something magical and powerful All the way from Africa Anyone waking up with marks…

Tea of Sarcasm(18th hour)

“Gather yourselves, ladies, prim and proper” Mrs. Havensham said, “with your powdered pearls protruding from your bosoms like so” She continued, “Be certain to display your ivory white gloves, upon your intricate lil hands. For you see, Tea is high society and high socialites you…

Reverse Logic

Poem 13 Reverse logic   Time rolls backwards We start life from the point at which we would have had our last breath With a wealth of knowledge as if having lived before And gradually we become younger versions of ourselves Until we escape Until…

Poem no 16: Philip Marlowe

To most folks, I’m quite some combination; Mallory or Marlowe – take your pick. I worked for the DA once but then he chose to let me go. Now I’m a full-time private dick. Men have a tendency to look at me up and down…

Colours

  Poem 10 colours   Red flows from me From the soft folds of a slit A rhythmic cycle That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse Brown skin a canvass Of lines, of spots and art Inked by needles coloured red,…

Table for Two (Hour 18)

The oak grain deepens by candlelight in a corner of the bustling room. Beneath undisturbed dinnerware, the place settings set upon a vacant table for two. In the middle of an insignificant month, on some random, middle day of the week, tables sit people conversing…

Table For Two

The moon was out The night, planned and set   On the table All the trimmings Paired, in candle light   Alone she waits And contemplates The evening to transpire   Shouldn’t love, fuel desire Promises, unkempt A fool for words She understood   She…

Tea

    Without the fluids see I get those migraines But I won’t drink plain water I tried and carried a jug for months Always still half full at twilight Way too many migraines Any one of my ten Classrooms has tea stains on the…

Walking dead on a cloudy mountain

I walked through the woods on a foggy mountains with no where to stop. I came across a big bear with hungry cubs in tow, I  begun to slow down and hid behind a humongous rocks. I stopped breathing, so no one could hear me…

Intimate Dinner

Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017