Leonard Dabydeen Poems

In the beginning I thought it was more of a habit

for him to come to this chosen spot, like the full moon
...

Your melodious voice

brings illimitable pleasure
...

You are my light,

my kindled lamp of guidance
...

This tiny package you posted to my heart
is stamped with a scarlet rose
and laced with a golden bow
something tells me in this candle light
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Light is the affluence of life
dancing in enigmatic swirls
on dark surfaces
in shapely adoration
...

Now the British comes to shore
wet and tired from colonial gatherings
he sits on the bench
in the park smoking a cigar
...

I
know now
no reason
necessary
...

...in the vineyards of Edgar Alan Poe...

His
coffin
...

(I)
Fight for civil right
beyond star-spangled despair
I salute each one.
...

How much more
and for what price, if not
beyond sleepless nights
and empty stomach,
...