Poem
Heroes Day
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, some, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” (William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)
But there are thousands and thousands of unsung heroes , in life, whose greatness is never recognised. Recognition, it seems for the sake of convenience, must be directed to a few, even though honour is due to many.
To read about great men and women of past ages,
Their whims and wiles and deeds beguile
Such curious excitement they afford,
But more exciting and inspiring to know.
Great men and women in the flesh
In your own days,
To shake their hands and look them in the eye,
To know about what make them tick,
To see them on television alive,
To feel the timbre of their voices,
As they rant or rave or quietly pace
Live and direct to your face
Such inspiration to derive
So much we inherit in our days.
Good men and women,
To see and know them in the flesh
Not buried in some dark crypt,
Is a life’s experience
You can only have but once
In your days to see them,
To feel their warmth in your own being,
To see fire or benevolence in their eyes;
It is tragic that the great die,
Whom we know and feel;
We ought to revere their noble lives.
Wonderful and inspiring moments then,
To clasp their hands and touch them,
In our own emerging times.
– Oren O. Cousins
Prisoner of Love
Condemned he was behind and within bars of iron
In a condominium of rock and limestone
He would smile while others raged
Contented in his cage
Was it in shame
He often called her name?
Or might it I ponder
Be the other side of the insane?
Within this Apartment
We shared and talked of love
And life without parole
Bars of iron
He would say, remind me of the lie
That love dies
People die, but love never dies
It’s a continuum
Encrusted with virtues
Some wise, others refined
She wanted to go to College
I wanted Marriage
In anger and frustration
I walked away
Picked up a stick
And flung it hard and high
The light wire got in the way
A boomerang was on its way
Toward my love
A shout as I ran toward her
She held her ground
I was a step too late to save my love
She hit the ground
A gash and broken skull; she bled
And was dead
Guilty I said
They all tried to save me
But I knew freedom was my enemy
In this condominium of rock and lime stone
I am free to be me
To love her as she loved me, He said
Her last words were
“I love you”
And so was his.
– Lennox Washington Taylor
Woman (To Every Woman)
Bitch; Slut, Eve, Delilah, Vixen; Mule;
Virago, Tigress, Witch, Wretch, Mule, Whore;
She Lion, She Wolf, Tigress Jezebel,
She Devil, Empress, Saint – Is She?
Must she be rich or poor, docile and humble,
weak and willing;
Married or shy, single and chaste;
A virtuous virgin, religious and respected;
Faithful and friendly and happy with her lot
to be deemed a decent Woman?
Does she have to be black or white,
yellow or brown,
Fat, rotund, or slim and trim,
Short or tall, petite or pleasingly plump,
A healthy and fertile, seductive
and a sexually active, breasted mother
to be a full Woman?
Is there a different set of rights and wrongs,
Do’s and don’ts by which she is judged
Just because she is a woman, a woman, a Woman?
Does she have to be educated, extroverted, elegant,
intelligent, independent, industrious, flashy, free
famous, flamboyant, confident, liberated
and produce 100% more than her
male counterpart to be accepted as
a successful Woman?
Must her skin be jet-black, purple-black,
brown-red, bronze-tone, honey-tone,
ivory-tone, yellow-brown –
to sound a pleasant undertone
and be painted a dark and lovely Woman?
Does her face have to be round, long, oval,
square or heart-shaped;
Her eyes brown, blue, hazel or grey;
Her nose straight;
Her lips thin, soft, luscious and inviting
Her teeth white;
Her hair brunette or blonde,
and boast a 91-61-91 centimetre
figure (with appropriate height)
to be seen as a beautiful Woman?
Dubbed cute, pretty, ugly, beautiful, beef,
shrewish, sexy, seductive, sweet, sensitive,
charming, neat, nice, tender gender …
… she is loved, cherished, chased, caressed,
hated, ill-treated, beaten, broken, bruised,
wooed, worshipped, adored, used, abused,
driven, dumped, raped, refused, respected,
victimised, exploited, jilted, stepped on
(and more) …
And yet,
YOU blessed being,
The equal half of humanity;
The nesting womb of life –
Endowed with strength and
Powered by courage,
YOU are WOMAN –
Mother of man and God enfleshed!
– Errol D. Bean