Wilfred Mellers

Rookie - 153 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I have been called outdated, jaded, and mutilated, but here I still also rise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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Why Do I Write

I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go

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