Francis Kokutse Poems
|41.||Dancing To Despondency||12/15/2017|
|42.||Blind To Reality||12/15/2017|
|43.||The Darkened Daylights||12/15/2017|
|44.||Me, The Mocking Bird||12/15/2017|
|45.||Do Not Take Away The Light||10/7/2008|
|46.||My Silence Is Pregnant||8/14/2006|
|47.||My Caribbean Pearl||6/19/2006|
|48.||I Am Already Dead||7/21/2006|
|49.||I Have Wronged You||6/8/2006|
|50.||Flow Like A River||8/29/2006|
|51.||Listen To Me||7/13/2006|
|52.||Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)||7/17/2006|
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Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)
Oh! Oh! ! Oh! ! !
This is not a cry of pain.
It is the sound of the push of
the pangs of the birth of a tale
that l have carried like a pregnacy all my life.
If it sounds like laughter to you
then know that l am laughing at
their ignorance of our ways.
They would not understand.
That is why they say Maya is a poet
but she is not, it is just the jeliya
that has put words into her mouth to
say to the people of the new world
what her grandmother would have
said in the village square long ago.
Jelli, jelli oh jelli let the drum roll ...
I am not sick by looking back in time
it is just the nice things that
keep returning to my mind.
I remember the place near the laterine
where we all gathered in the
night to watch the sea pass
by with its wave washing the coastline
on its journey to somewhere