Today we leave here a short story by Liselle P. (Trinidad and Tobago)

”A Paradise in the Caribbean”

Lay nestled in the Caribbean an island that’s surrounded by water that is so clear,
it speaks to us as the fishes dance like mermaids, and the waves roars
and crashes on rocks creating sounds of melodious harmony, with a welcoming spirit.
“Buccoo Reef” in Tobago a tourism paradise with the coral reefs
like hill tops where they dwell in all shapes and sizes.
The view is magnificent from the glass bottom of the fishing boats
that bring fresh fish to the shore.
The best cold medicine is “Fish Broth” well-seasoned
with all spices from the mother land.
Just drink it like soup and enjoy the zesty taste,
as the flavor mesmerized and mingle in your mouth, saying AHHH!!!
Snorkeling is another nature activity to make friends
with the underworld of fishes of different shapes, sizes
and colors and all other sea creatures bringing joy and fellowship to life.
But let’s not forget Trinidad as the bird sanctuary is filled with exotic birds,
all shapes and sizes especially the Scarlet Ibis with their bright red color
as they spread their wings and fly over wetlands of swamps,
where mangrove trees tall and strong, that their roots cry to mother earth for strength.
Another part of nature is to the south land of Trinidad
where the pride and joy of the “Pitch Lake.” The black gold glistens in the tropical sun
as it radiance of pure earth captures the ancestors, forefathers and slaves
that toiled to keep the black. gold sacred.
The footprints that crossed the black gold is embedded
into the crust of the black pitch, which signifies history,
tradition, birth, and a cherished heritage.
Mother earth has spoken, and nature has answered

as the golden sun shines, reflecting peace, love, and care
to different places that found their spaces,
in the Caribbean Isles of Trinidad and Tobago.

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Today we share a first poem about Spring. We need it so much.

It Felt like Spring, by Liselle P. (USA)

It’s home time, as I make my way down the long winding steps,
which feels like going down deeper into a dark tunnel that never ends.
As I pushed the door wide open, a soft, rush of cool air embraced my face
as if trying to say high and I miss you, let me give you a hug.
It felt like Spring; it’s in the air.
I smiled as the air captivated me and romanced me, the skeletal trees
swayed to the breeze, as pieces of its loved ones fell to the ground.
They didn’t mind, because they knew their glory will shine one day.
As they held on with their roots, their frames all dark, old, twisted
and bent, like an old bent lady with a walking stick, trying
to keep her balance. It’s just a matter of time to be alive.
As I walked along the sidewalk, the smell of Spring, the buds popping out
from plants as it signifies growth, life and another journey.
The green grass sprouts, given another chance to glistened in the sun
as the chlorophyl makes its green color shine once again.
The white mountains of snow still standing, perched upright,
as if looking into the heavens for their friends to come again.
The seagulls speak to each other in deep conversation,
as lost friends trying to catch up on the latest news
where to get the grubs.
Mother Nature is working her magic to bring back the bright light.
It’s slowly coming. I can feel it, smell it, and taste it.
I stood still, closed my eyes and let the moment captivate my mind.
A déjà vu experienced came over me, but it’s not over yet,
it’s just getting started and I will be here to
welcome you home Spring, fully.

Enjoy.

Dear Friends.

We are waiting for the arrival of the printed Anthologies and we hope this happens tomorow but Christmas and Covid-19 might delay the very expected moment.

While we wait here a poem by Liselle P.

They are Coming

Hear their hooves of the horses on the dirt path road coming to chase us.

What did we do wrong? The cries of children echo.

Mothers, Fathers RUN!!! RUN!!! RUN!!!

Don’t let them get us, we belong here just like everyone else.

Lives were built here. Children were born here.

This is all we know, we had to flee the hardship,

The pain and suffering. We ran, we left home,

and never looked back.

Took the chance didn’t have any status,

because we wanted to taste America. This is the

land of dreams and opportunities.

Just like milk and honey.

Are you mad at us because we want to live better?

How dare you judge us? Go back in your memory and think

for a second, when you wanted to breath fresh air,

and live a decent life.

Go back in your memory and think when you got turned down.

Just go back, and let the tears flow because you remembered.

But look what is happening now. You rush down here

to bully us and abuse us to get out?

FATHER!!! HELP US!!!! hear our cries, only god can see the evil of men.

They drag us up like filth and speak to us like we are dumb

They sending us back to torture. Back to hard life and poverty.

Don’t want to go, don’t want to go.

Can someone hear our plight? OH GOD NOOOO!!!

Save us please. The enemy is coming. IS COMING!!!!!!

Enjoy.