Jackie R. Kays Poems

From across the crowed room, and as
chance would have it be, Our eyes met
in perfect harmony.
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Lay your head on my shoulder,
and let me hold you and tell
you of your many charms.
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In a wind swept cornfield he stands,
a vigilant sentinel always on guard
for that pesky thief…the crow.
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Out of large, expressionless brown
eyes peering from her small, gaunt
black face, shinning in the broiling
African sun…in her little faded,
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The Royal Princess lies quietly now
robed in a flowing white gown as the
world mourns her passing from Old
London Town.
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