Dreams To Write

We are Writers with a licence to create We stand at the Margins Prying like investigators Probing like hackers Hording experiences to make stories And poetry of what we see Feel Touch Taste Here the stage is set And we perform We tickle your bellies with our word play Your tingling toes Wiggle To our…

Rebel Queens

Milky waters crawl down my fingers As I discover layer after layer Of flesh, Of tightness, Of warmth, Of beauty. My own garden wets as I gaze Dazzled by her delicately sculptured folds. Her fruit bursts with juices and flavor. I snake lower charmed by her feminine aroma Lips plant kisses on petals; Beautiful black…

The Express Song

Broadcast live on your screens Away from tea gas Inhaled on our behalf By Journalists and citizens, Professors clamour Claiming deprived salaries . On our screens we view Fist fights on Parliament Floors And we ask Will our Democracy Grow? We ought to know This is not a permanent flaw When words flow We Only…