My Eyes Are filled With Your Beauty (Barbados)
Written by: Krishna Prasad Konduru
My eyes filled with your beauty
My heart full of your thoughts
I
aspire your friendship
I breath for you only
How can I tell you all
this
as silence is the language I know
How can I stop your looks which
are
stealing the words I instored for you
How can I save my heart
which are
drowning in your thoughts
How can I survive with your
lovely thoughts surrounding me.
I plead my shivering lips to bring out the words i kept for you
I
have been looking silently to find what you think of me
I fear now..the
silence is eating up the life
I need to know a new language to express
my love to you.
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PENTECOST (St. Lucia)
~By: Derek Walcott
Better a jungle in the head
than rootless concrete.
Better to stand bewildered
by the fireflies’ crooked street;
winter lamps do not show
where the sidewalk is lost,
nor can these tongues of snow
speak for the Holy Ghost;
the self-increasing silence
of words dropped from a roof
points along iron railings,
direction, in not proof.
But best is this night surf
with slow scriptures of sand,
that sends, not quite a seraph,
but a late cormorant,
whose fading cry propels
through phosphorescent shoal
what, in my childhood gospels,
used to be called the Soul.
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Midsummer, Tobago (St. Lucia)
By Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
White heat.
A green river.
A bridge,
scorched yellow palms
from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.
Days I have held,
days I have lost,
days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.
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De Poem (West Indies)
~By: Dennis Young
de poem did not have a heart
but did have a soul /it read so
sweet suga–cane
..mama bake-bread sweet
..took me on a flight to st.lucy
up thru the woods
..there’s where i found its.
mother bathing another
poem new and she took flight as i surprised her
..the poem left on de ground
of bath beach st.john
…crying out to be heard
..and john
king/gabby/rpb..heard the cry
…and wrap it round me..calypso..
…yes me
calypso was born of a bajan dream .
nestle between a spouge song and the
sea
…hear de cry in every land
..kamau braithwaithe.s land me land in me
heart too…
…de poem remains strong….