Wilfred Mellers

Freshman - 793 Points (March 5,1962 / Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies)

Wilfred Mellers Poems

1. Letter To A Dream Named Anna 3/24/2008
2. We Complimented Each Other Very Well 3/24/2008
3. Why Do I Write 3/24/2008
4. December’s Cry 3/24/2008
5. Gypsy Woman 3/24/2008
6. My Melancholy Lamentation 3/24/2008
7. My Woman 3/24/2008
8. Woman 3/24/2008
9. I Wish 3/24/2008
10. Gone Is The Light 3/24/2008
11. The Beast 3/24/2008
12. Why Are Butterflies Free? 3/24/2008
13. Sweet Jamaica 3/24/2008
14. What Is The Color Line? 3/26/2008
15. Some Can'T Hear The Words 3/26/2008
16. Out Of Africa 3/26/2008
17. My Swan Song 3/26/2008
18. Madess Speaks 3/26/2008
19. Even If 3/26/2008
20. A Place In Time 3/26/2008
21. What Women Wants? 4/1/2008
22. She Is 4/7/2008
23. True Confessions 4/14/2008
24. Letter To Kimani, My Son 8/1/2008
25. Seansons When 8/8/2008
26. My Woman Part 2 8/8/2008
27. S'Il Vous Plaît 8/11/2008
28. Sacred Utterance Of A Fool 8/12/2008
29. Why So Many Questions 8/15/2008
30. My Children 8/15/2008
31. I Believe In Love Eternal 8/19/2008
32. Turtledoves Now Cries 8/19/2008
33. Golden Sweetheart 6/24/2008
34. A Father's Cry 6/24/2008
35. Sealed By A Kiss 'Ode To Liz' 9/7/2008
36. Forever Now 9/10/2008
37. The Mix 9/15/2008
38. The Flower By Any Other Name 9/15/2008
39. Heated Waters 9/18/2008
40. Mocha Encomium For Elizabeth Fair 9/22/2008
Best Poem of Wilfred Mellers

I Also Rise (Homage To Maya Angelou)

I have been used, abused, mistreated, and even overheated, but still I also rise
I have been denied, compromised, and even ostracized, but yet I still also rise
I have been called outdated, jaded, and mutilated, but here I still also rise
I have been hated, mentally castrated, looted, and even been uprooted, but still I also rise

I have been scorned, adorned, and reborn, but yet I still also rise
I have been beaten up, beaten down, and almost ended up underground but yet I also still rise
I have been cheated on, crapped on, and walked on but yet I still also rise
I ...

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My Maiden In Waiting

From hither came a sound roaring in temperate pastures
To keep at bay soldiers ponder not for shall we waken the beast
Beating back impulses the monster as risen from the lair
Swooping down on the innocent villagers he flew
The dragon lurks while the Maiden slumbers in her keep
Pasty butterfly wall the snake shall creep
One sting lay the maiden fair will capture

Valiant the black knight charges to slay the beast

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