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Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Journey Continues.....

Another chapter in the journey starts this week...the beginning of the re-location.

It's gonna be a hectic twenty days starting today...but I gotta do it. I am also shuffling this exercise with finishing my anthology for publication.

There will be many swings and turns over the next few days, I am sure of this, but I will remain positive and be there to support my family.

So friends,

Thanks for reading..stay in touch and enjoy the works.  I am eager for comments as you guys don't seem to want to write..only read

But not to worry, I love that you come to visit here with me..that is what is important.

So any of you who wish to drop me a note or a line...feel free....

and I promise...my poetry will start getting a bit brighter...the darkness is lifting...

Blessings be


Friday, February 25, 2011


Enjoy the simple
Resplendent in her glory
Mother Nature smiles


perfect sphere silver
tidal pull ebb low and far
time for sand in toes

hot body cool waters 
dipping toes in frothy waves
sizzling couple re-engage

eastern breezes touch skin
swollen mouths cool souls refreshed
love burns hot again

It's Time Again

sun's first rays glimmer
dew sparkles birds sing melodies
coffee black and sweet

Bon Nuit

darkness swallows eyes
closing around textures smooth
the sandman cometh

Thursday, February 24, 2011


The connection was made in a virtual world
We stroked each other's imagination
At over ninety clicks a minute
Digits dancing, letters racing

He wishes to hear my voice
I shudder at the thought
Would he be disappointed?
Or would he reel from my sweet rhythms?

I gave in
Oh the silky texture, the smooth tenor
He touches me, stirs me nether
This ethereal space is no longer enough.

We broke through the barrier
Physical bonds were made
No longer needing ions and pulses
Sweat and sinews replaced

The adrenalin still races
Over time and numerous places
Our connections are secured
We are each other’s love
Transcending time, voices and spaces

Sunday, February 20, 2011




I have listened to your advice
You insisted on telling me how it was
For you as a girl
And how you did this and that.

I tell you I am tired
I am not listening anymore.

I have taken your advice
And where has it gotten me?
Right here!
Just where I DO NOT want to be!

From now on,
I don’t need you, I don’t want you
I am not listening to you.
But…you can no longer hear me.

You are no longer with me.
You are in another place giving advice.
Being yourself.
Why were you never your true self with ME
Why all the pretense,
Why all the hypocrisy.
It was not necessary.

I would have still loved you
Always, I would have
But you kept a wedge between us
I cannot understand why you did this
But you did
And now,
You are gone.

Where are you when I need the strength
I saw in you when I was a child
I cannot reach you.
I am angry!
Do you understand?

I am your child
You left me
I hate that
But, I know
I can never hate you
I will always love you,


Friday, February 18, 2011

PREPARATION of the ANTHOLOGY - My Request of You

Dearest Friends

I humbly thank you for the time you have been taking to read my work. It has been wonderful.

The encouragement has been overwhelming and hence I am moving onto the next phase of my journey.

I am preparing my anthology to be published within the next few months.  Your comments and support have been so genuine that I wish to capture some of these within the works.

I am therefore respectfully asking of you if you would take the time to read a few of the pieces and make comments on them (albeit anonymously) so that I may quote some of them within the biographical pages of the anthology.

I look forward to hearing from you and again thank you so much for your interest.



Tuesday, February 15, 2011


How are you feeling?
Many ask this of me.
Do you really care?
Do you really want to hear
My reply or are you just saying this to be polite.

I think it is the latter,
But since you asked…..

I am not well today.

In body, I am fine.
In spirit, well that’s firmly entwined
In the strands of disappointment, duplicity and deceit.

Almost three years have passed
Since the pain of notification
The abject mortification and emotional isolation.
What’s happened to my dreams?
My wishes, my goals….
My white picket fence and my swing garden seat?

They are gone,
They have been stripped
Of all substance and form.
The wings of my somnial angel clipped
The body is broken
The appendages shorn.

Why did you do this?
Tell me!
I ask again, why?

We were soul mates, lovers,
“Til death us do part”
Is that not what you told me?
So why spear my heart?

Was it all just a farce?
A fa├žade, an affectation?
Amusement for you
With your audience of one.
Now I stand here alone
But I sing the last song.

Be gone from me, Lucifer
You raper of dreams.
My soul will not be assaulted
And abused by your schemes.

I have hope, I have life!
I am strong, I will heal!
I care not for you or your need to repeal!

I will live with this scar
You have inflicted on me.
The hurt and the pain, remains here, but see
The throbbing fuels my strength of that I am sure.
I stand here, I breathe
And I scream

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The interlude.... before the Journey continues

My Dearest Friends

It has been almost three weeks since I have started writing. The experience has been awesome and even more inspiring when I realize that so many of you, all over the world, from USA to Bermuda to the Netherlands have been taking the time to read.

My first post was written in prose and it was only after a good friend told me that what she was reading was really poetry, and she then reformatted one of the pieces, that I understood what she was saying.

It was as if I was hit in the face with cold water. My nerves tingled and I felt a wave of excitement that was unexplainable. I saw for the first time, my feelings, my thoughts, in verse, in print.  From that moment onward I just let the spirit guide me and the energy move my pen ( or fingers on keyboard for that matter).

So, this is a short interlude where I wish to express my heartfelt thanks for your support. I would encourage you to comment as often as you wish ( you can do this anonymously as well). It is important to me to understand the reaction and the emotion that is precipitated when you read the work.

I will be preparing my anthology very shortly and will let you guys know when it is available.

Take care of your selves. Let the spirit within guide you and the warmth of nature's arms embrace you.

Your are blessed.

Until we me again.



Monday, February 7, 2011


They label me.
They think I am confused.
It is they that are blind.
Am I out of my mind?

How do these all apply?
I have chosen a path for myself,
And society says, that’s why.

Society has determined that I require
Certain fineries and clothing, specific attire
To distinguish myself from the other sentient beings.
And when I respond that this is not crucial
To the breath that I take or the nourishment I desire,

They brand me,
And shun me,
Medicate me.
Deprecate me.
Smother my joy and belittle my feelings,
Just because I choose not
To conform to their pleadings.

Are we not our brother’s keeper?
Do we not treasure this life?
I am not a monster or a mutation!
So why demand penance and absolution
From me?

Let me be!

I struggle each day with the choices I’ve made.
It pains every second, all friendships have faded.

But I am what I am
And it leaves me forlorn.
I am here,
Let me live,
I am, Androgyny, so torn.

Photography by
DeOlivere Greenidge
copyright 2009

Saturday, February 5, 2011


You made your presence felt,
Twenty minutes ahead of me.
I had the greater difficulty
As my exit was blocked with a melt of
Entangled umbilical and placenta spent.

Despite my later arrival
And my critical but brief
Oxygen deprival
I made my presence felt.

Our mother laid us both on her weary breast,
Feeling our little bodies rise and fall
With each gasping breath
And there we made our first bond.

You are my sister, and that you will always be.
I love you as much as life itself,
But I will never understand why
You always must deny
The equality that we share
But needs to compare
And pontificate to all and sundry
The deficiencies you see in me.

You were the pretty one, the one so fair.
The girl with the light green eyes
And curly long hair.
But I was the one who made everyone stare

My hair was nappy
And my teeth were crooked.
My body pear shaped
And my gait flat-footed.

Every game we played,
The other girls called you first.
You were always the centre of attention
And I felt like your curse.

But you are my sister, and I love you.

A time will come when the pretty baubles
And the fancy jewels
Are no longer worn by you.
Your beauty will fade
And your hair will thin and then,
What you have left
Is all that you have nourished within.

I will still love you.

Here I stand in your shadow
I cannot come clear.
I try to share, how I feel about
Your lack of care of my presence and my desires.
But to say this to you
I cower in fear.

But, Sister I must now let you know
That it all was a show.

When our lives finally stall
And we take our last call,
The truth is the star
And the way that you are
Was entirely encouraged
By me.

Photography by
DeOlivere Greenidge
copyright 2009 

Thursday, February 3, 2011


I am here.
I reside between two pillars of strength.
At times I seek solace in my own thoughts.
My inner workings irritate me on the lunar cycle….
But that is Nature’s instruction sheet,
Preparing me for the ultimate task.

I have seen the faces of my two children.
I have watched them enter the world…..
Screaming and kicking,
Warm and bloody,
Sticky, with their protective cases now dismantled.
They take their first breaths.
My job is complete.

I no longer live for others to direct.
I am my own symphony.

The years have been kind to me.
I have had some interesting visitors.
A few have come to dinner….
Fully clothed in the finest prophylactics.
Then there were those….
Who wished to ride with me into the sunset.
Bucking and hollering,
Sweat glistening off their manly selves
As they dismounted and withdrew.

(Smile) I have fond memories of those escapades.
Yes, I have had a few enjoyable times….
Flavors of the month, I called them.

Sigh! Over the past decade….
The excitement has waned.
The routine became mundane.
I was lucky to even break a sweat.

But Fate can be kind…..
I was presented with a gift.
A bit late, but he came.
Totally unexpected this was.

 Hours and hours we spent….
Exploring each other’s hidden secrets
Using our whole being to touch and drink,
Hold and sip

I am awake again.

I have peaked.

Can you hear me?
I no longer whimper.
Hear me roar!

I am coming!

Photo compliments
DeOlivere Greenidge
NIFCA Award 2008

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Blessings to all of you.....
We are here on this earth for a purpose.
We must treasure the time we have in view.
A wise man once said "If you only knew......
How much time you had left and translated it to months
what would you do ?"

Truth be told I didn't know.
But my intention was to show.
That I was going to consider this information anew.

I calculated mine.
With three score and ten being the time,
I possessed two hundred and fifty two.
With this knowledge what should I do?

I pondered long and hard...
I felt troubled with this precious ward.
Then it came to me.

I was to be....
A Keeper of Faith and Blessings be!
A Mother, a Lover, a Friend in need,
A Counselor, a Mentor, yes all of these.

I have been bestowed a gift.
A precious vessel for life....
To keep safe and treasure until my life's breath is taken
And so, I rejoice in my new awakening.

Be true to yourself....
and always be kind.
Never, ever forget.....
That we are given much, but what we don't control.....