Liverpool Poems
This is a sample of my poetry that had been consigned to poetry limbo for years. As Coleridge once remarked,
"Poems are never finished, they are simply abandoned."
Poetry is a solitary occupation and so I have never been part of any ink crowd. My poetry is a mixture of the formal, such as Villanelles, and free verse. Some of it is an attempt at a lyric form, and I suppose is more correctly called song. Poetry is a difficult medium for people as it presents a conflict of perception because it stems from an oral tradition thousands of years old, yet we insist on reading it as if it were prose and so we encounter problems of understanding. Poetry is nothing if not a motion picture show, a flowing stream of images carrying ideas in its meandering course. I hope you enjoy mine as it contains images of my life.
John Williams
Push Africa!
I can hear a woman crying,
birth is painful, worse than dying,
nations struggling to be born,
mother what can we do?
Push Africa!
Push Africa!
Push Africa!
At last your time has come.
we're all alike under the sun,
all men die at the sound of a gun.
Africa, mother, show us the way,
you brought man here, please let him stay.
millions are ready to answer your call
but love is in prison, when hate is a wall.
Push Africa!
Push Africa!
Push Africa!
At last your time has come.
Christopher Carrafang has composed the music to this and Roberta Rodella sings