Wednesday, October 17, 2012


lights, camera, action
how can I start
poetry from the heart 
cannot be wrenched out
like the body of a snail
the talons of fear grip my throat
the thunder in my belly growls
the lights burn my eyes
dim down the lights
so I can't see you
when darkness envlopes me
my voice goes into action
the grip around my throat loosened
the words flew out like smooth as silk
lights camera action


She was shackled at eighteen
Young innocent and blind
She never listened to reason
Through rose coloured glasses he seemed so kind
She though his jealousy was a sign of love
But as usually happens, he clipped her wings of a dove

She changed because of those chains
Her petals closed no more to bloom
The light in her eyes locked behind a watery gaze
Her heart was filled with permanent gloom
He had clipped the wings of the dove

She grew thin with a heart of stone
Saw no joy in his kind of love
Felt no happiness with his wealth around
He clipped the wings of his beautiful dove

She killed him!
She cried
Not from inside but tears that quickly dried
The caged bird cried “liberare”, Free at last
The cry of freedom, emancipation and liberation
His death was her salvation
No more would he clip the wings of the dove

Free at last
“Crime of Passion” they said

With new wings of a dove
Reborn like the phoenix
She would soar away
To enjoy her freedom
Never to be shackled again by love
The total bliss of L I B E R A T I O N
Free at last
Free at last


The tough man put his gentle harms around his babe
"Don't cry" he said as he rocked and covered her with his cape
one arm shoved is gun under the cushions
Mr. Gangsta, the baby father

He looked into her eyes full of tears
and said "my baby have no fears"
forgetting the eyes that looked pleadingly when he pointed the gun at them with no mercy
No one in the hood could do what she could,
Bring Mr. Gangsta to his knees because of her tears

He put her on his back to rock her to sleep
Mum was at work to get food for them to eat
Her soft breath on his back calmed him down
and he swore to protect her, his darling daughter
as he shoved the gun deeper into the sofa

Sunday, February 19, 2012



............. I don't love you any more
you've grown too fat
I don't like your hairstyle
... it looks like the back of a rat


............I don't love you any more
You are so boring
Its easier talking to a stranger
early in the morning


............I don't love you any more
you snore when you sleep
Even the food your cook
will make a starving man weep


...........I know you don't love me
so I will make a move
to find myself someone
who will get me in the groove


.............I know you don't love me
I don't love you either
I'll make my way today
to where the grass is greener


........I love you Woman,
would you be with me
I like the way you are full bodied
no thin girl has turned my head
nor made me feel so wanted


.........I love you Woman
your hair is so pretty
I love the way you talk
and make my heart go flitty



You are mine

I love you I love you I love you
don't leave me for him
You can snore all you want
Your hair is the best
your body so nice and plump


You only want me because he wants me
You say you love me
but he loves me better
maybe next time you meet a Woman
you'll treasure her
and treat her better

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko 2011



What am I?

Who am I?

Why am I?


Created by the Omnipotent

I decided by I AM

Before the beginning of time

Created from no copy

The Mystical Magical Omnipotent

Chose me

Is She in me –?

I am in Her image because I am female

But is there a gender for Omnipotent?

The all powerful,

All seeing,

All understanding knows



And who I am

But I am still searching

I try to live like my master original

To be good,





And concerned about my other companions

Who are also created by the Omnipotent

Linking us like the bees to the pollen in the flowers

Like the streams link to the rivers that join into the sea.


My spirit hovers at night searching for answers as to who I am,

Why I am and what I am.

One day I will know

When I go to see the Omnipotent

Who will tell me why I was,

What I was and

Who I became

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko 2011


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