https://allpoetry.com/story/16262138-As-the-Cuckoo-Flies-by-Seah-Ray As the Cuckoo Flies As Henry ran hot water into his tub of passion fruit and grapefruit bubble bath with lavender Epsom salts, Marjorie watched, positioned before her lighted magnification mirror. Paused from plucking rapid returning stubborn hairs from her chin in an otherwise still youthful face of medium brown hued skin. Usually warm … More As the Cuckoo Flies

Humanzee – Me . . . Recreated–My Story (contest Humanzee – Me n Nelope) If a Humanzee,not euthanized, but aided to adulthood in kindnessnot despised, though definitely caged, protected, even if persecuted,upon reflection… I’d been selected, I think I’d want to continue life;gain wisdom. Be wise… For did I not come to comprehendthe difficulties brought … More Humanzee – Me . . . Recreated–My Story (contest Humanzee – Me n Nelope)

https://allpoetry.com/poem/16252313-Not-Always–Straight-Ahead—-contest-successful-marriage—Mulan-by-Seah-Ray Not Always–Straight Ahead! (contest successful marriage – Mulanay) Paddling on rapids headed to death’s edgenecessitate teamwork; calmness of head of even ‘one’ not by anger hot led;to divert in urgency. Not–Straight ahead! Not crows screeching meant to partners demeanwith intensity cruel, heartless, yes, mean. Mindful of feelings, mates ‘hopes’ and mates ‘dreams’anchors hearts to … More Not Always–Straight Ahead

She Begins to Purr Kittens,cats, animals, in fact, serene our world with coy meows,or blissful barks upon air instilled with ‘due’upon mourning’s up rise… Our hearts to attract for feedor face kisses; since, at times,ouches profoundproducesquick volatile hisses loopingspiraling cries like rockets set freeinto stealth skybefore glowing wondrous huesof reds, oranges, smoldering blues because underneathmillionsglobal … More She Begins to Purr

https://allpoetry.com/poem/16250368-You-by-Seah-Ray You What awaits you in the next blockaround the corner or at the next stop? Yes, it does matter, but:We must be careful not to squanderwhat we’ve already got. For gratitude is not in possession of a lotof hearts constantly aching. Always seeking, searching, asking, and takingwhen in hand is a life beautiful, though imperfect,valued priceless. … More You

Blood in Bloom A glorious rose of red imbuedwithin a generous heart shattered… Entombed…though exquisiteits form as diamond etchedcrystal glass– A vase taught cherished.An heirloom.A brooch inherited to bosom adorn. Yet, instantlybecoming bruised and battered bylove of late which blossoms forthbrilliant and fastwhen seen beauty in excessembodied worn… Then preemptedas tv ‘weed’ when another‘special’ is‘cast’ … More https://allpoetry.com/poem/16247121-Blood-in-Bloom-by-Seah-Ray

https://allpoetry.com/poem/12870067-Must-We–.-.-.-We-Must.-by-Seah-Ray Pride exists before the fall;yet, love lifts to scale high walls.We all must squash hatred’s gallwhether white, black, short or tall. No more war peace will ensure.To that end faith must enduredarkness vast, world insecuretill truth erects motives pure. To rebuild with busted rocka gate to shield treasured flockprotected by gilded locksince bonded love … More Must We? . . . We Must

https://allpoetry.com/poem/13946423-Today-I-Pray–unedited–by-Seah-Ray I do believe, Fatherthat you have faith in me.Faith that your holy spiritwill enable me to succeed. I know your purpose,with or without me will proceed,but you drew my heartwith your love and loyalty. Whole-souled devotionto you is deservedly required.Your law in my heartwith zeal ardent desired. I do respect your authorityto confer upon shouldersresponsibilities faithfulto … More Today I Pray

[ Who told you: ] Who told you: “You can’t be happywith what you’ve received”because they feltthat you should not be? By what they sawin your lifethrough values gainedand morals lost they perceived:“You should be unhappy.” And you believed? But you smiledwhen occupied with basic necessities… Playing with your childrenin the grass… Chasing butterflies,sliding on wet plastic with them a blast… … More https://allpoetry.com/poem/16240064–Who-told-you–by-Seah-Ray

Did you move back to Barbadoswhere snow doesn’t blowinto drifts higher than my knees which didn’t impede me plus three otherstrudging through freezing temperaturessmiling, tripping, sliding; even when a couple slid down subway stepsforced into occupation of sliding boardof packed ice, where one mate quietly disappearedwithout any preliminary anticipation and then other giggling alsolike a … More Bajan Winters