A Collection of Poems

As long as I live I will sing my mother’s song With her old broom That kept our yard forever clean

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand

The moon heaves under a scarlet night Sorrow on her chest Yesterday’s song was hollow and grey

Clawed green-eyed Feline of night Palsy-breasted Selling old boot On wet pavement

It is my father's land It is my mother's land It is my home land They call it the dark continent We call it Africa But I call i...

There where the dim past and future mingle their nebulous hopes and aspirations there I lie.

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing, ...