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Class-room teacher for more than a decade, lecturer - Teacher's Training College- Headmaster/Principal -University education ( Guyana, South America).

Retail manager, Manufacturing Manager/Human Resource Liaison/Procurement (Canada). Over 20 years.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Our own world: 1 of 17

OUR OWN WORLD Our own world was rich in silver and gold or so the story was told when the morning light filtered through our hopes and dreams from yesterday and Time did not wilt away our echoing hearts as we buttressed our minds like steel welded on steel and when the cold wind and snow made mockery of ou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Misunderstandings: 2 of 33

WHAT MISUNDERSTANDINGS ? What misunderstandings reek the mind when parents are unable to decipher how their son or daughter is growing up how he or she makes decisions that rupture their sentiments like a cesarean wound? Being too sentimental jinks the opportunities for laying the deck of cards on the table and more like sl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pleasure: 2 of 26

PLEASURE The pleasure is endless like a swirling aromatic incense burning in the secret chambers of my heart when the purity of your voice begins to sing a beautiful bhajan as you step out of your pristine room and make your entry into your warm shower a rapturous feeling of elation dances with elusive joy in my mind as you... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Solving problems: 1 of 13

STREET FIGHTER Wake up this morning listening for birds to twitter I hear the cacophony of guns and the cry of anger and rich expletives bellowing from the bowels of hate and the whack of batons thumping flesh fumigating in blood I lift my arms not with glee but to gyrate in protest a street fighter with br... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sadness is a little like madness: 1 of 11

SADNESS IS A LITTLE LIKE MADNESS When personal discontinuities of life of happiness of dreams and desires like the passing of a loved one be it mother be it father be it a child or anyone or anything that mirrors sunken hopes and fractured destiny allure the mind with sadness you become tortured and dis... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If I lose you: 1 of 10

IF I LOSE YOU When the brink of a quiet night begins to fade as the sun heralds a new day with shimmering orange glow in the wide, wide open skies and flocks of black birds converge on seemingly endless lines of electrical wires suspended on tapered lantern posts across busy city streets for their first twittering roll ca... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life & death: 3 of 29

LIFE & DEATH Night sounds whisper in my ears. They tell me grave-yard stories of people buried deep in punt-trenches. Howling dogs mutilate the darkness. Tonight xenophobia lingers in the air and death with fragile bones stir flame between man and beast. They say someone will die tonight If you stand on ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blessings: 4 of 37

BLESSINGS Your melodious voice brings illimitable pleasure in our hearts like a swirling aromatic incense burning in the altar of our minds when you begin to sing as you step out of your pristine room and make entry into your warm shower a rapturous feeling of elation dances with elusive joy in our minds as you chant the nam... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The art of deception: 1 of 9

HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE I was not certain what it would be like what it would look like what shape or form it would take in the mind: a bunker paradise breathless silent as a coffin an expanse looking half empty with hope or half full in doubt and a measured distance 12 feet to the hole with snake eyes tense... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love of nature: 4 of 31

LOVE OF NATURE In the waning cascades of the evening sun I straddle across to the edge of the pond and settle on the rustic rocks beneath a sycamore tree and in a vigil moment I watch the horizon lingering in nonchalance deep in the bowels of an orange-glow sky the wind lurking among blades of grass whispe... More..