‘When I Speak of History’ by Leonard Dabydeen
When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering...

When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering...
A news report here provides some background on China Radio Like Radio Free Europe, Which popped the wax Plugs from...
When I copied and pasted the poems into the comment box I lost the formatting. Here are the haiku properly…
gusts swirl the leaf fall spiralling dance in the air red and gold dresses cabin in winter — falling snow…
dry riverbed now the shadow of one pebble touches another border fence at noon a grass blade caught in the…
It is hard to say if there is fairness in having one or two persons judging in a haiku contest.…
After the Rain Rain darkens the earth A small bird shakes off the drops Clouds open to light Evening Market…
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Delightful poem. Thank you!
There is a lot of fun contained in the nursery rhyme revision.
Perfect rhythm in an amusing re-birth for Little Boy Blue. It awakened my memory of the nursery rhyme and of jazz and blues vocabulary, employed with pizzazz. Nice job, Doug.
I just love this fun, toe-tapping grin of a poem to keep my blues at bay. Thank you!