donny-shaun-victor-elliott
Big up Trinidad and Tobago too / My roots in Bago bush / and I know it's true / Big up England where / I first touch land / British lad with rasta ways / a mix up man, / All poems posted on this page are my original works.... / all rights reserved
I have heard it said that women glow
But I never knew it to be so
Until I met you
Then I knew it was true
With your belly round
The glow profound
And with a kick or two
Our little flower grew
These months I'm counting down
Your glow bright as a Queen's crown
And it humbles me
This beauty I see
Let joy and love abound
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
I could rhyme about ******* and hoes
****** money and clothes
But it's not the message I chose
Not worth the paper or prose
There's another way I suppose
To get your message to those
Who will choose to be foes
These are the questions I pose...
Haven't we all paid our bills late?
Never been at our lowest state?
Wondering what's going to be our fate?
Crying tears that devastate
Governments try to regulate
Congress try to legislate
Need satellites to triangulate
All the world's fear and hate
So everyone can finally relate
And can no longer calculate
The difference in color template
No it's never too late
To change your mind about hate
Why not just conversate
Through heart felt debate
Crying tears that elevate
No difference in color template
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Remember when we rode the London Eye and I was in a pensive mood; too often to brood... You asked what was wrong but I didn't want to tell a bitter song, so nothing's wrong. Truth be told I thought of a future I could not see, a family that might never be... those thoughts yet with family all around.
And now with family on the horizon, a future which I can almost see, adding to the family tree, wonder who this little one will be? Like me?
And I remember I had a favorite Grandmum,
so maybe my child will too
No doubt it will be you.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
I have straddled the fence all my life
That I might be so fortunate
As to slip off the right side
I would be contented
To be homeless in Heaven
For I have no need
Of mansions or gold
No need of riches untold
I shall sleep in fields
And count the endless stars
I shall quench my thirst by a stream
I shall walk the countryside
And wonder at its beauty
And though I shall only
See Jesus at a distance
My heart shall find warmth still
To be homeless in Heaven
And want for nothing forever more
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
This humble page use
To write such free prose
Delight in my muse
Sweet scent of the rose
Behold thy true form
This world does deem pure
Such beauty reborn
In soul evermore
Thy likeness unique
The angels now sing
How humble and meek
The light it does bring
To look on thy face
Brings tears to mine eye
Must dwell in thy grace
Did walk, now do fly
I breathe thine own breath
My lungs overflow
Even unto death
My heart shall not slow
Its strength shall increase
For my muse yet lives!
This quill shall not cease
As thy grace so gives
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Politics is a shame
Two Donalds to blame
So if the name is black listed
Please don't get it twisted
I'm not one of em
Named after Donovan
Let me clarify
Spell my name with a Y
Let me testify
So you can't deny
I'm not one of em
Named after Donovan
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
I wander lonely in the dark
Arms held out to feel through maze
This rocky road has left its mark
Much safer crawl through murky haze
How long have I been plodding on
With no sanctuary close in sight
All my humanity now gone
My heart much blacker than the night
All senses gone all reason lost
This hostile path at set of sun
Continue on no thought of cost
Must march for nothing can be won
At breaking point I cry aloud;
“Just to behold His saving light”
And wings surround me as a crowd
Fly free of gloom to glory bright!
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
That snapchat filter will always linger
And never fade...
Those cute ears will remain
The same in that frame
A static image of humor and fun
Not didactic in any way
Except to say
I am here and forever young...
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
On quiet afternoons
When soft winds blow
When grass covers tombs
And delicate buds grow
When drooping branches shade
And birds make nest
Before sun's rays fade
And drowsy children rest
When long days close
And innocent babies sleep
Only one who's vigilant knows
When old willows weep
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
What she shows the world:
She is always the center of attention
Where she goes others follow
When she smiles they feel affection
When she leaves all feels hollow
She can dance the night away
And party till the dawn
She’ll never walk alone by day
Or wake lonesome in the morn
Whatever she wants she gets
And she does not seem to try
She lives life with no regrets
Simply watching the world fly by
The globe is in her hands
So many at her beck and call
All play into her demands
For they’ll catch her, should she fall
What she feels inside:
She is all alone in this world
Though crowds do often pass her by
Her life seems to have come unfurled
In a shambled mess she does lie
With no one to pick up the scraps
She lays broken and destitute
Fighting for air her lungs collapse
And her weak cries for help fall mute
Now pondering her life thus far
She realizes it was a waste
All that’s left is an ugly scar
Her deep shame, and a bitter taste
She often lays awake at night
Waiting for loneliness to end
As darkness parts for morning's light
Sleep, her only friend
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC