HI

Greetings one and all!

I have been absent from blogging for quite sometime, due to the fact that I have been working on my second book of poems. I promise to start blogging more frequently after I have gotten everything settled. 

With that being said i would like to offer my fellow Bloggers, Authors, Poets, Writers and all those who are following my blog and opportunity to read my first collection of poems for free. When I say free I  mean totally FREE!!! 

However I do ask that you kindly make an honest review about the collection on Amazon.com I would greatly appreciate it.

So you can contact me @xaydapoet@gmail.com and I will send the PDF to you via email. Or you can just comment your email in the comment section and I will do the rest.
One Love and Respect Everytime!!

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Book Announcement

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Good day,

Fellow poet’s and bloggers sorry I’ve been a little bit absent, reason for that I have been working on my first book which will be a compilation of the poems you already know through my blogging here. Along with several other ones you have yet to read. I do hope you guys will continue to support me as you all have already been doing.  I wholeheartedly appreciate all the feedback that you guys have provided for it as contributed to my growth as a writer and I thank you all for that. So I hope your as ready and excited as I am for this book. I will let you guys know when it’s available so stay tune.

Enough Is Enough!

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It becomes an unbearable task
Watching the news,
Instead of being informed,
You end up being depressed.
Disasters all around,
Nothing seems to be changing, from sunrise to sundown.
When will enough really be enough?
Cliché as it seems;
It’s a thought that rests on our minds,
Often times too scared to make it to our mouths,
Suffocating before it makes it way out our lips,
Asphyxiation is imminent.
The need to speak out plays heavily on our hearts,
Built up courage killed by the  fear of death,
Like an undeveloped foetus destined for abortion.
Still enough is enough;
You take your last breath in observance,
Of the strong preying on the weak.
Damsels at every turn awaiting knights in shining armour,
Who are too afraid to make an entry.
Left alone to face these criminals,
Gloomy faces,
Teary eyes.
Trapped in an agonising reality
Deafening cries
falling on deaf ears
Enough is Enough!

Concrete Rose

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Imagine being raised in the most unpleasant of environments,
Temperature humid,
Atmosphere far from being great.
Dons and guns reigning,
Showering bullets more than it  rains.
This inhumane climate,
Intensified by the adverse effects of global warming,
Is like a category 5 hurricane,
Which gave no sign of a warning.
Don’t expect help from your neighbours,
The citizens here aren’t that charming.
So please don’t find it alarming,
That these gunmen have a lot of corn,
And no they’re not meant for farming.
Criminals roam the streets,
Day and night,
Without concern for who they’re harming.
So while you sleep and hug your darling,
It’s a different story here
These are the injustices,
Law abiding citizens bear.
Sleepless nights filled with anguish and fear,
Hopelessly calling for help but no one hears.
Surrounded by lifeless souls
And countless carcasses,
Just waiting to be placed in holes,
Suffocating by lies,
While battling for the truth.
Dreams turn into nightmares,
Unpleasantries everywhere.
Amidst all this chaos,
A concrete rose thrives,
Though plagued with unsurmountable destruction,
Adorned with damaged petals,
Somehow,
It survives.

Destined For Success

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They say if your from the bottom,
You’ve no right being at the top,
I’ve worked the soles off my feet,
I’ve work the clothes of my back
Just to make it this far,
Why the hell should I stop?
You’re privileged to be born with gold or silver spoon,
Yet you’d cheat me of my chance,
Of getting to the moon,
I am not a weed,
I am a seed with the proper nourishment I will bloom,
You’d be fascinated to know,
What I can do with my little wooden spoon.

Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016

All rights reserved. Including the rights to reproduce this poem, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this poem may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author.

Freedom Street

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You can find friends and enemies
alike scurrying along these pothole filled streets,
With tired feet from the many years of mileage,
Though twisted and bumpy they are.
We share one common goal,
That we aim to accomplish before we get old.
To hurdle these obstacles is the hardest part,
But once we do we will be better off.
We are faced with poverty, tribulations and fear,
Almost impossible odds that bring about despair.
Generation after generation burdened by this weight,
The voices of heroes have been ignored.
The path to freedom has been neglected,
As the Great Marcus Mosiah Garvey once said “Emancipate yourself from mental slavery.”
History and time have proven that these words are true,
Then how is it that doubt still lies within me and you.
When he also said “if we have no confidence in self,
We are twice defeated in the race of life, but with confidence we’ve already won.”
Let’s be bold like our ancestors,
For Freedom Street is like a rainbow,
Shining like the sun.
It is the promise,
Of salvation to come.
Home to all,
Yet more important to some.
It is a testament of what we can become.
It is a hope longed for,
Even before slavery had begun.
The voices of our forefathers beckon still,
And thou at times we must chill.
We will not waste our time on corners and lanes,
For how could we be idle and still be sane.
with Garvey’s words carved within our hearts and etched deep in our brains
“Up you mighty race,
You can accomplish what you will!”
On freedom Street is where we all must meet.

Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016

All rights reserved. Including the rights to reproduce this poem, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this poem may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author.

Alive

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Watching friends
As they frolic in water
Like a group of swans
In all their grace
Wind caressing my skin
Like the hand of an Angel
Waves rushing at my feet
As they meet the shore
Sigh’s of relief
As I stare at the rainbow in the distance
A promise remembered
No stress, no worries
for i am free
And
I smile as my heart beats within
Oxygen circulates through my lungs
Refreshing scent of the ocean breeze
While the sun penetrates my body
Providing earthly nourishment
No ailments,
No pain for I am alive.

Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016

All rights reserved. Including the rights to reproduce this poem, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this poem may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author.

Sun And Moon

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Largest amongst
The constellation
they’re,
Their switching
of thrones,
Is as graceful
as spring is to summer.
No fuss, no fight,
The Queen knows
it is her right,
To grace the land
at night.
Her King,
He reigns supreme
over the day.
They’ve the weirdest bond,
Yet,
A satisfying union.
Loyal to each other,
No need for questions.
Though awkward
it seems,
their relationship
stays fresh.
They work on the same clock, but rarely on the same shift.
A love like this
is truly exotic.

© Xavier Frazer 2016

Epitaph

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Here
                 lies a poet
unknown,
                     Who walks alone.
On a pale Street,
                             Filled with
Forgotten faces.
                       Dreams shattered,
Fame not attained
                      Trumpet sounds,
While Angel sings.
                               May his soul
rest in peace.

© Xavier Frazer