Hi there everyone! I hope all is well? This pass few years has been hard on some of us, if not all of us. Yet with the grace of the heavens we still manage to be pulling through. All I have been doing through this time is penning out my pain as a remedy to pass time. I will be returning with new materials for you all to read and indulge in. Continue to stay safe, keep praying in these trying times.
Light and love to you y’all!
I survive everything meant to destroy me,
Yet, you’re the one I couldn’t avoid.
Like a victim, ailing from COVID-19
I have quarantine this pain,
Isolating all these disoriented emotions.
Like David vs Goliath,
I had to fight your giant of a love;
Though it appears I have won this battle,
It turns out I have lost the war.
You sold me a dream,
Then delivered me a nightmare.
You’ve acquired a front-row seat to my suffering,
Only thing remaining is my inevitable death,
And I can see the changes.
So much that I don’t face myself in the mirror,
Being Stephano DiMera;
Our situation was young and restless,
I felt like Bo from days of our lives,
I thought I would never lose Hope.
Being around you was the source of my strength,
Of late it felt like you’re kryptonite;
My weakness.
Fatigue taking over,
I hallucinate on the hour.
It feels like I am being persecuted by an unjust love,
Tortured by a heart that gave you its trust;
And I am at war with my whole being,
For nothing works in accordance with each other.
Now, the future I saw in your eyes,
As become this cursed reality I have to live by.
I wanted us to chase the stars together,
Using their connection to lasso the moon,
I am left to watch them go up in flames.
I blame myself,
I shouldn’t have given you more than your weight.
Now, the burden is overbearing,
And I am left in this miserable state.
©Xavier J. Frazer
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!!
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.
Can you hear them?
I hear the drums
I hear the drums
The beat
The tempo
The rhythm
The vibrations
I hear the drums
As they serenade my soul
And a silhouette they perform in my consciousness
I hear the drums
The tap
The knock
The swish
The swap
I hear the drums
Through them the voice of the ancestors speaks
As running feet carry the message from this corner to the next
I hear the drums
As I see the perplexed looks on your faces
You don’t hear what I hear
I hear the drums
If you listen more attentively you too will hear
The melodious connotations of the drums.
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
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I was taught that the pen is mightier than the sword,
So I forged my pen as if it was a formidable blade.
Like the ones used by the highlanders,
Each thrust creates metaphors,
similes and alliterations,
Sometimes a bit of analogy and repetition.
paper being my shield it protects my words,
For writers block is a disastrous monster that attacks from every corner.
I don’t fear for my ink spilled thoughts will tear it apart.
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.
My sweet Havio,
You must Forgive me for my late reply
But i found it simply quite difficult indeed to pen my feelings.
I wanted so desperately to tell you the depth of my love
How much you mean to me
and how your absence takes away any ray of sunshine from my day
Yesterday i stood in the garden and i saw the butterflies floating around the flowers
and it came to suddenly my dear
i thought this is how your love makes me feel
much like a delicate butterfly
light as air
with no hope of ever landing.
your love is like the sweet nectar from flowers
that i hungrily drink of
I smile ever so often when i think of you.
I wait with bated breath for your letters.
With all my love
Always and forever your butterfly
Fiona
This is a two part collaborated piece in between me and a beautiful Poetess Cadine Vernon, who’s a magnificent Jamaican writer. this is a two part series check out her blog for part 2.
Written by Cadine Vernon
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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.
Sorry sorry sorry,
How many times have you heard that word?
Sorry keeps coming out of people’s mouth like unwanted saliva,
Sorry these days seems a bit overrated.
Overused like a cliché
And,
I could go on and on about it.
Sorry is like being annoyed over and over again,
By someone you dislike.
Sorry is like a broken record,
Constantly going.
Sorry is like getting a fresh cut
and your in need of a band aid,
Soothing moment.
Sorry is like getting a shove
And,
you expect an apology.
Sorry is so commonly used,
It’s like prescribed drug
for the flu.
Sorry is used so casually,
The value of it is lost.
Sorry has become a meaningless gesture,
Sorry isn’t genuine anymore.
At least to me it isn’t,
Sorry is just another word,
That is used frequently.
I don’t need your apologies
and
sympathies,
Go on about your business
And
leave me be.
I’ve deleted, excluded
and erased,
This word from my vocabulary.
sorry is an alien,
that means it’s foreign to me!
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.
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
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