Biography of Reginald Francois
I am a born St.Lucian. I have been writing poems for a while but had no place to put them. I have lost hundreds of poems due to lost books and computer crashes and because of that I stopped writing. Now I have decided to start back and I have found a place where I can put my poems and have people who love poems to read them.
I started writing because I love the way artist used words to describe a moment in time. I love how rapper play with word to say what they feel and I started trying out and I enjoyed it.
So here I am writing slowly I hope you enjoy what I write do not be afraid to comment
Reginald Francois's Works:
none - write just for the fun
Reginald Francois Poems
I Know Why A Cage Bird Sings
Locked up and Shackle But no chains to tackle Try to speak Am I really so weak
Do not know what to do Do I really love you? The is what I ask To find out is my task
From Dark To Light
You bring warmth to my cold Melt my ice with your bold
After Joy Comes Misery
I am the sweetest Fool ever known A Black soul of love unsown
A sight to special to say Like a meteor falling towards earth way
I am Too nice to be called a DOG Too evil to be called a SAINT
The Words Of Despair
My life has fallen in a place which is dark My hearts flashlight has fallen apart All I see is a future that is not nice I feel lifeless like a rat trap that caught 2 mice
The meeting of a love Is like the protection of a tight glove Like a feather floating on a summers breezes It brings to the heart nothing but ease
You do not know the effect you have Without you love my soul would starve you take the evil out my day You bring happiness to me, like kids in play
What Is It
So I ask, what is it From my heart I say it From my body you see it I know u sense it
My actions are loud Though fall on deaf ears I show I am proud Their responses, curses and swears
I hid behind my smiles I hide behind my lies The happiness you see, stretches out for miles The horror you don’t, like trash bring flies
I should give up on writing poetry For I realize I can never be a poet, see I lack the luster, the flair, the shine To put my words together and make them divine
A shocking display Coming straight my way Mouth open, nothing comes out There is still time, without a doubt
To Specail to realise
To important to Customize
This is what we thought
Are we good enough?
Are we really tuff?
This is what we ask
The others are ready