Biography of ENOCH JOHN
Teacher/Poet, holds a teacher's diploma /Valsayn Teachers' College
A degree in English from THE UNIVERSITY OF THE WEST INDIES
Working on a postgraduate dissertation.Wants to become one of the greatest poets of the modern dispensation.Has read Shakespeare, Dante and Walcott.
A writer in exile at home.
Has a passion for poetry.
Presently working on another anthology.
Born to Kenneth and Sylvia John at Enterprise, Trinidad
almost fifty years ago.Grew up in Pentecostal Church.
This background influences his poetry.Enoch john wants
to start a literary fire that will burn worldwide.This collection is entitled; SELECTIVE WORKS and I dedicate it to all poets, small and great; past and present.
ENOCH JOHN's Works:
Le Gardien [ both self published anthologies]
Cupid's Counsel [xlibris 2009]
ENOCH JOHN Poems
Trinidad And Tobago Carnival
Islands of these Caribbean waters that sparkle in earth's orb, Like a kaleidoscope of colours in an artistic display of genius.We hear A malady of intoxicating melodies which exhilarates, thousands Worshipping at the shrine of steel pan at the Savannah,
Oh, Ransomed soul. Oh, heart aglow. Divine sparks that fly
Walking in the shadows of love Seems always clothed with uncertainty; Clouded passages and walls that hide True feelings of the heart
Love And War
Fear binds us to the earth But faith lifts us to the heavens! Hate burdens the bearer
A Grain of Sand
alone, in the monumental scheme of things i sit on the beach.
It is said that........... Some men are born great Some become great And others have greatness thrusted upon them.
A Man For All Seasons
I am, I was, I'll be a man for all seasons. Thru thick and thin and floods and anxieties,
Grey is the Dawn, opening the book
Song For A St Lucian Bard
[For Derek Walcott] Far from the Aegean deep, in our Caribbean Elysium shores, In a fresh cadence, chanting a new mantra,
In the solemn deep I hear Echoes of distant memories That stir in my breast anew And rekindle that flame azure.
Farewell To Sorrow
Oh Solitude! Ah grief! Thou twin tormentors That keep so close
[ For a Shakespearean audience, written after the poet's muse had fallen under Cupid's influence] Allow not impediments to hamper, A love that's born to be true,
Dawn, sweet communion with man The sky an upturned mirror Of the world, the white cirrus clouds As people dancing in silent meditation
the sun peeks at me through his yellowed gaze his rays penetrative, downward tilted, and making earth
In a moment
Just like a whisper
Or a silent prayer;
A vapour that rises
In the midst of the day
And steals the secrets of the heart.