180 DEGREES

got to Salisbury (community where I work) early this morning and it was raining (cats and dogs)... and now the sun is out, blazing hot, shining... inspired this poem... off to the field now, to do some real work, the one that pays the bills!

180 Degrees
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Looking up at the sky
And wishing it would open upLet out all of its raindrops
To drown out my sorrow and pain
A perfect camouflage to also hide my stains
Done a lot that I'm not too proud of
But sometimes these mistakes
Put you in the right place
Just have to learn to not repeat
Or get stuck in the remix
Time to dance to a new beat
Sing a new song
Let go of all you did wrong
And clothe yourself in a different garment
Exhale a bit
Release the steam
Before the pot boils over
Or the food burns to a blackness
Charred and stuck in the bottom
Needing to be scraped out and thrown away
But thank God, today is a new day
24 hours to do things in a better way
Start from this minute
Put on a newness
Bountiful fruits will be the harvest
Enough to share with the world
A little ripple becoming a wave
Because you've embraced change
It really begins with One
And the day has come
Where this One is Me
Time to fulfill a promised destiny
Look up at the clouds and sky,
The rays of sunshine
And smile
So no more stressing
Time to start living
And even when it rains
Remember those as showers of blessings!

The Crapaud Story - the video

this is a video of a poem i wrote about the crapaud... check it out as it is being featured on the youtube channel of the Zoological Society of London in recognition of International Mountain Chicken Day, September 13, 2014

On Days Like These

wrote this poem yesterday morning, just about an hour after waking up from bed... i was reading a book and saw the line "I need to escape from this situation" and i just got to writing the poem... enjoy

On Days Like These
By Delroy Nesta Williams

On days like theseI just wanna escape
From this life I'm living
I just need a moment awayFrom the pain and anguish that I've been experiencing
Too much hurt on the daily
I'm in need of a sanctuary
From the rising of the sun
Way past the minute of its setting
Away from this world's troubles
Away from my personal struggles
I need a dose of happiness
Make that a double!
Time to separate what's important from all the rubble
What to leave behind on the side of the road
And what I need to take up as load
For the rest of life's journey
I want to be free from this freedom
Because its price is too much of a toll
They're asking for my mind, body and my soul
And I feel trapped in a system
That belittles you if you refuse to fit in
Battling against the status quo
Is definitely a no-no
But I've never been someone to remain quiet
A life of silence is akin to death
On days like these
I'm just in need of a moment to catch my breath
Time to regain my strength
Take an account of things that occurred
While I was too busy fighting my flesh
Now is the time to be on guard against principalities and powers
The time is at hand, soon is the hour
On days like these
I remember what's truly important
A simple action is better than the grandest intention
So while I'm giving a helping hand
I know that's definitely what I need
I'm hoping for some reciprocity
A shoulder to lean on
Or even cry if that's how I feel
I'm saving people but I also need someone to save me
I hope someone out there, somewhere
Is listening!
On days like these
Among the noise is some sweet music
If we just take a moment to listen
A cry for help or even a shout of praise
Someone is seeking to be heard
But we're so caught up in our own world
That we drown out the sound or pretend not to hear
Cast a blind eye, wearing those hater-blocker shades
On days like these
I need someone to slap some sense into me
Remind me that my life really isn't about me
Take into account that I'm just sand on the beach
Individually insignificant but collectively of such beauty
At sunrise and even more at sunset
When the waves crash and the sun rays melt
On days like these
Suddenly my life makes so much more sense
I'm thankful for the moment I took to think and recollect
And from today until the end of my days
I will always remember
I will always want
A day like this!

Man Up

Man Up
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Man Up young boy Man Up

Daddy's gone
Out there in the cold world
Loving these young girls
So you have to play his role
So Man Up young boy, Man Up
No more childhood games
You have to bear the brunt of your father's shame
Every time mommy's hurt
She will drag you through his dirt
Because you're a constant reminder
That your father walked out the door
Leaving her to raise 3 kids on her own
And to make it even worse
You have all his characteristics -
Sly with words and full of tricks,
You even sound exactly like him when you speak.
Man Up young boy, Man Up
No more all out fridays followed by lazy saturdays lingering out late
You've got to go out and earn money to put food on your family's plate
There's no more crying for you
Suck it up and be a man
The one that your daddy couldn't be
It has to be you since anatomically it can't be your mommy
You've got to look out for your sisters
Make sure they don't fall prey to the drug dealers and gangsters
Or even worst, men like your father!
Who just gave up on his family
To chase young skirts
Who are almost the same age as his children
Now he has left you with the burden
Picking up the slack where he dropped it
So Man Up young boy, Man Up!
Drop out of school and get a job
Now is the time to pull up your pants, tie your waist and be strong
Simply because daddy is running from his responsibility
And mommy is too busy casting blame and scapegoatting
So this young boy, has to Man Up
Grow some moustache and beard
And face the world
Even though he isn't prepared
And all of this frustration
Is so new to him
As he tries to be better than his father
But every mistake or misstep
Serves as a reminder from his mother
That he's just like his daddy
And only adds fire to his failure
So now he simply rolls over
From one day to the other
Living a man's life while only a child
And he wishes somewhere that his father would be suffering
The same pain that was bestowed upon him
When daddy left his mother and sisters
Forcing his boy child to Man Up!

Something About Nesta

by Delroy Nesta Williams


There something about me
That I can't put my finger on
I'm hoping that you can tell me
Release me of this mystery
That keeps me up at night
I can't seem to get things right
I talk a good talk
But when I'm around her
I mess up all my words
I get so damn nervous
And hours later
When I'm all alone
I figure out all the right things I wanted to say
And every sentence that she uttered
Stayed etched in my brain
And plays over and over, like a gospel refrain
Honestly, she has the most beautiful of smiles
Formed by those beauty-full lips
That sometimes part ways
To let out that simple giggle
The one that makes me weak in the knees
She has that twinkle in her eyes when she speaks
She calls me all kind of names
Babes, luv, boy, and even bae
But I prefer when she raises her voice
And shouts Delroy Nesta Williams
Then I know to drop everything that I'm doing
And give her my full attention
Because nothing is as important
As giving her my everything
But her silence can also be as deafening
Like when she doesn't say anything
For hours at a time
Especially when I need her cool confidence to soothe my wondering mind
She's like love music blowing in the wind
On a rainy, cold night
She's the new moon's light
That eastern village that welcomes the sunrise
The beach that greets the low tide's wave
She just knows what to say
And exactly when I need to hear it
"Do I have to be spelled out?" she asked,
Sensing that I needed the reassurance
She's always giving off that allure
And if there's something wonderfully different about Nesta
Know that it is her!

My Love Is My Love

by Delroy Nesta Williams 

My love is only my love 
But it is always being questioned 
Just because it doesn't conform
To your own definition 
My love doesn't see colour
But my love understands
That because of its colour, 
It won't be loved the same
And because of its colour,
You will always second guess its genuineness
And you will never be the one to accept
With open arms
Because when my forefathers offered up my love
You preferred to bears arms
Sell us out or kill us off
Still my love has survived
And now it has chosen to swallow it's pride
Burying it alive
In the bowels of nothingness
Because my love though aware of the past
That built its strong foundation
Isn't limited to just history
And doesn't want its love for you to be tainted
But rather to be true
Like how the sky makes the ocean appear to be blue
My love is like that fish that swims
The bird that flies
It just wants to be free to be
Roam from flower to flower
Sucking up nectar like a bee
And still provide you with its perfect honey
But be careful my love will sting
If you continue to mistreat it
And your body will swell
Something like an allergic reaction
But my love also gives massages
After a long hard day at the office
And sometimes my love wants a pillow fight
Before slipping into the bed to make love all night
You see my love can't be defined
It's still genuine, not at all refined
Because my love has traveled from the mothered land
And built a home in a borrowed land
Across deep blue seas and tousled oceans
And my love will continue to progress
Will see beyond your shortsightedness
A lot further than the horizon
That you’ve preconceived to keep me trapped at the seashore
Because I want my feet to get wet
I want to feel the sea breeze through my hair
Taste the salt on my tongue
And when all is said and done
If the sails of my vessel are torn by rough winds
And my love capsized by a tsunami-sized wave
You can be sure that my love will still endure
Because my love knows no other way
Because my love is a survivor

Internal Affairs

by Delroy Nesta Williams 

A sign of things to come
I think it's time that I run, run, run
Reality turning into nightmares
When all I wanted was a dream
Something to aspire to become
But life isn't always what it seems
Friends are often just convenient enemies
And lovers, something of the imagination
Time is always the greatest teacher
Conscience the loudest preacher
But we never ever listen
Until it's too late
Until time has sealed our fate
And there are signs everywhere
But we prefer to ignore
We prefer to explore
Just postponing the inevitable
Because we're pigeonholed to the situation
Although we wish the circumstances to be different
Because deep down we always want things to work out
But we're swimming against the tide
So how long can we survive?
In this constant battle
Against our very own thoughts and feelings
We're destined to fall short
Yes, we will succumb
Because you can only fight yourself for so long!

And Sometimes (part 2)

by Delroy Nesta Williams

It isn't often that I write a "part 2" of a poem, in fact i've never done it until now. So this is a first for me. Part One is also on this blog, click here.

Before I ramble on and get lost in thought (as i often do), here is the second part of the poem And Sometimes:

And sometimes, you just miss her but pride makes you too proud to apologize... and before you know it minutes become hours and hours turn into days and I find myself sitting, staring out the window at the world passing by, stuck in this funky daze

And sometimes, it takes a big man to say you’re sorry but an even bigger man to forgive when he’s been wronged, it’s rough on your side but just swallow your pride and know that if it was you, she would do it too

And sometimes, you got to accept the wrong even when you think you’re right and when you think you should stand up tall and stand your ground, you should listen to your heart instead of your ego because at the end of it all, nothing matters more than seeing her smile and that’s something that you know

And sometimes, it isn’t about who’s right or wrong… it’s about doing what’s good to make the love live on… strengthening the bond and moving on… because if she loves you as much as you love her… then it is just a minor hiccup and not a cough, this is just a hump in the road and not a trough

And sometimes, you got to stop focusing on the shoreline when the goal is the horizon… take a leap of faith together and know that she will be there to hold you up just in case you should falter… that’s when you know that she’s the one… the Queen in your life, the Lady that wears your crown…

Coitus

#disclaimer: this is not a true story and it isn't about me either, just to be clear


Coitus
by Delroy Nesta Williams

Standing there, nervous as she kissed my chest and neck

Lightning across my body, I stood erect
Stripping me of all my garments
Inhaled to take in her cocoa butter smell
That dark chocolate hue from head to toe
Running my hands all over
Those nipples supple yet stiff
Standing firm upon mounds of joy
Reminded me of a Julie mango on a hot summer’s day
All the juices running between my fingers
Then she asks me to kiss her clit
I bowed down to salute between her thighs
Like a seal, I just nosedived
Her body reacted, tsunami waves
She’s quaking… tremors all over
Her face reddening like Mars’ surface
Her four long limbs locking my head in place
Nails digging into the back of my head
As she moans and groans
Instrumental music of the nude
Stuck in a trance, a kind of meditation
Her body jumps then I swallow
She curls away
Not wanting my touch
Left wondering what I did wrong
The look in her eyes says different
Suddenly she jumps up, wanting me inside
I enter her gates
But with one swing of her waist
I ejaculate!

A woman of Roseau

Hi friends

it's been a while since i actively blogged... to be honest, i've been focusing more on my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/DelroyNesta) but i've got some new stuff that i am working on, some of which i will also share here... This is a new poem (wrote it last night), inspired by an image I saw as I was driving through the streets of Roseau after i came from a poetry show (Lyrics Under The Stars):

A woman of Roseau
By Delroy Nesta Williams

I'm sorry but there's nothing innocent
About a woman walking through Roseau's streets at 2:00am
With the confidence of sanitary napkins in her steps
Because her bank account is just a little more swollen than the belly of her teenage daughter
Who's about to make her a grandmother
She got paid for that transaction
And even got a little extra
To spread her own legs
It's bad enough she sold her child
Now she's also riding shotgun at the molester's side
Tomorrow she can afford to cook all her children Sunday lunch
And even have extra to cover supper.
As her high heels hit the pavement
Rhythmic like a Triple Kay drum set
You realize there's another story behind her swinging assets
One of a woman fooled by men that she loved
As one by one they promised her the world
But one by one, the left... Leaving only remnants of their presence
A gift of some sorts that continues to give back
Because now instead of one generation
Her tiny, almost broken down shack
Houses children, grandchildren and even boyfriends
You look into her eyes and you see a lifetime of hurt and pain
A woman stained like the clothes of a farmer who toils the soil planting bananas and plantain
But the cargo boats are long gone
And her fruits are still on the port
Bathing in the hot, dry sun
A consignment of rejects
Dropouts of schools and fired from jobs
Because they've got no qualifications
So this woman has the Earth and Mars to shoulder
And I can only guess how she makes it from one day to another
But her midnight walk only gives us a clue
As to why this woman doesn't sleep when we do
Why she plies her trade when the owls howls
And only the barking dogs and crowing cocks summon the sunrise
If you look closely you will see the fear in her eyes
Because her offspring may just pick up her calling
They're already mimicking her tendencies
Being fooled by the first dude who speaks of love
It's a vicious cycle that won't be stopped
Because a child can't raise a child to be a woman
That mathematics doesn't add up
So she just adapts
And the children just adopt
Because to her it has become second nature
But now it's 3:00am
And she's home
But she can't go to bed
She's got so many things running through her head
Got to cook, clean and basically do everything
Be the man, woman and sometimes even the child
A household running wild
And it's so sad to know
That this shit is happening right next door!

Your Body; My Poetry

Your Body; My Poetry
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Your body reminds me of poetry
I want to lick the limerick off your lips
And dip into the similes of your smile.
Ask about the metaphors that are your mammelles
I wonder if I can touch them.
I want to wrap my hands around your waist with a tight hug
Much like how poems wrap their imagery around my mind
Let me hold you close and grab unto your round behind
Thick and firm
Much like how a series of rhymes encircle my thoughts
And leave me in bedazzled state of love and lust
Girl your body really reminds of poetry
The kind I learned in high school
The ones that I can still recite.
Like poetry, your body teaches me too,
Because I can see there's much more to you
Than the external beauty that you exude
I want to delve into your mind and read your thoughts
Examine every word, every line that you speak
Because the words that evolve out of your mouth
They see through me
They speak to me
Like books in the Bible
I just want to memorize every verse
I've sang songs like Solomon
I've cried over all the Psalms
But I haven't had the chance to held in your arms
Or kiss those chocolate-colored lips
I love the way how you slowly lick it
Those thoughts remind me of Rudyard Kipling's If
Well to be totally honest,
It reminds me of my remix of it
"If you can see this lady walk past you
And can't stop yourself from looking
If you can't help from thinking
All the things that you two would do
If she smiles at you
And you feel a tingle deep inside
If you want to jump up and down
Shouting amen and hallelujah
Because at that very moment
You've realized just how much of a blessing the good Lord has given to you."
This isn't any doggerel
And definitely not a lament
It's a shout of joy and sheer, simple happiness
Because the poetry that she reminds you of
Will one day be published
Find itself among the greats
In the annals of time
So her body will be everlasting
Like Lady Liberty
A monument of finesse and strength
Her body makes me want to break out in song
And sing her a sonnet
But my voice makes it rain
And that would dampen her smile
So I stay mute and keep my song hidden in a haiku
Let the world try to decipher
What only you and I discern
So now I’ve come to the end of this ode
I praise your body with every word
That emanates from my being
The inspiration that influenced this epistle
I desire for all seasons
Three hundred and sixty five days
Without any breaks
Unless I guess, to repeat every line, every rhyme
Like a stanza from my personal anthem.

When Sorry Just Isn't Enough

When sorry just isn't enough
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Wrote you hundreds of letters to say that I'm sorry
But the words written on the paper just seemed so empty
So I threw them out with the rest of the trash
I called you so many times but at the last moment I hung up the phone
I couldn't muster the bravery to listen to the hurt in your voice
I've even visited your workplace but stopped at the doorstep
I wasn't strong enough to see disappointment in your face
I'm even more disappointed in me
I fell short of the man that I promised you that I would be
The sweet words I charmed you with became bitter with scorn
The wining and dining disappeared like a ship at the horizon
All the sweet kisses and tender touches, I found reasons to cease
I just did the wrong things too often, I did as I pleased
Objecting to your wants and neglecting your needs
Now, I know the error of my ways
Trust me, I'm way past ashamed
But I can't pinpoint the moment things became this way
What really happened? When did I become so bitter and cold?
I want you back but not if I can't correct the mistakes I made
I wouldn't want you to relive this heartache
I look back and see the mountain of pain
That I built up in your way,
A relationship filled with emotional strain
How you stayed that long is a mystery to me
Why you didn't walk out long before still baffles me
I see now that I actually pushed you out the door
You would still be here if I had acted with just a little more decorum
If I had given you even half the love you showed me
Now I'm wishing for a taste of the love that I was once showered with
I'm in this deserted place, without an oasis
No love, no love, no love
Like a homeless man, I keep roaming the streets
With no where to rest my head
No comfort for my wondering soul
Because I walked out on my world!
No, really I walked out of heaven
Like the fallen angel
Living in a perpetual hell
A fire consuming my mind, body and soul
Hurting deep down within my bones
I need comfort, I need healing
But I know that I've long let go of the source of my inner peace
The woman who gives my life its meaning!
I can't bring myself to deliver an apology
I hurt the one that I love and that haunts me
I can't even face my own self
To say that I'm sorry!

Freestyle Poetry

It's Sunday evening and I'm bored... when i get into a funk like this, I thank the Lord for the gift of the written word... so I started to write, and this is what I came up with... hope you like it:

Freestyle poetry
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Feeling like an afterthought
From priority to last in line
Banished like Romeo
And I hope you're my Juliet
Because I would kill for you
I would die for you too
Without any reservation
But like Judas Iscariot
You've back-stabbed me
Straight in my heart
And I don't think I will survive this attack
I've put all my eggs in one basket, ignoring all warnings
And everyone of them has a crack
Salmonella poisoning so death may be coming
I just wish I paid attention to the signs
But I'm hoping to heal in time
Again, this is a lesson not learnt
An avoidable event if I had only listened
But I'm stubborn, hard-headed
I've got to do it my way
Which means I take the high way
Although I'm hitchhiking
All across the world, so I'm globe-trotting
With no map, taking any direction
Like the Pygmies, feeling nomadic
Hope this doesn't end in tragedy
Because it seems like you've already walked out on me
So impatient
don't you know that love takes time
But you've broken the hourglass
I've ran the race and finished last
All that's left is a consolation prize
Thank God I enjoyed the journey
Because now that I've returned to you
You're not here to fill this void in me
I'm more than just empty
I'm a bottomless pit of anguish

Erotica

Erotica
By Delroy Nesta Williams

I want you all naked and sweaty in my bed, panting for breath

Legs on my shoulders, twisted in all kind of positions...
Look into my eyes with lust and want
Time to slam my dick into that warm, wet cunt
Let that pussy purr for me
Fingernails digging into my back
Toes curling, head tilted to the side
Riding on top of me as our bodies collide
This moist friction as my waist meets your hips
Motioning like the waves when rocking ships
A few bites to the neck to mark what's mine
I see the look in your eyes
And that sheepish kinda smile
Hands on my back massaging up and down my spine
But now it's time to change positions and let me take command
Pour some red wine out from the bottle And let me suck it from your navel
Some melted chocolate to lick off those nipples
So erect, standing at attention
Meeting my lips so my tongue can salute them
I hear you hiss and slither like a serpent in motion
Slap that ass let you know who's in control
Slowly, slowly then quicken the rhythm
And suddenly, you shudder under me
Pussy fluids flowing like a river
Turn you over let me ram you from behind
Girl, the fuck fest has just begun
Oh this definitely is not a quickie
I'm gonna enjoy this til you draw out the last drop of cum from me
One hand on your shoulder, another on your waist
Roll that ass as I enter with rhythmic pace
Take your time baby, just call out my name
Because this is a marathon not a sprint race
We've got hours to go, I'm not a one-round show
Hop up around my waist
It's time for the wheelbarrow
A bite to my chest
But never on my neck
Please don't stop what you're doing though
I can't wait for what's next
Nibble on my ear lobe
Even bite the tip of my lips
I'm cuming girl, I can no longer resist
And I explode like a mine in a war field
I'm shedding all skin like I've been cured from leprosy
Panting for breath as you lie on top of me
I hope you're ready for round two and three!

Giving Up

Giving Up
By Delroy Nesta Williams

I've become the very thing I hate!
A slave to your acceptance
I've had enough of it all
I'm no longer seeking your approval
I'm raging against the machine that you've become...
Or maybe I'm flying the white flag
Yup, that's it, I give up
Been chasing shadows for much too long
You hide in the dark of the night
And still so elusive in the light
Cutting my losses while I can
I'm tired of wishing in the wind
This could very well be a blessing in disguise
So no more compromise
Or turning the other cheek
Sometimes you just gotta accept defeat
Life isn't always what you wish it
Especially if you're always forced to swim upstream
Every day a battle to belong
Takes a toll on the soul
In the long run,
That can break the will of a man
Life has a funny way of teaching you a lesson
But from dust I came, so to dust I shall return!

Life

By Delroy Nesta Williams and Dionne Francis

There’s something I’ve been wondering

Wondering from the day of my birth

What’s my purpose here on earth?

From a younging, I’ve been questioning

And no one's willing to provide the answer

I’m feeling like I’m searching for the unknown,

Someone lend me a compass,

Help me in the right direction.

Though in my mind I’m still wondering

If it'll be the right direction

What if it’s advice derived from an imagination?

What if the answer does not meet up to my satisfaction?

I just started my route but I wonder if it’s going to be rocky, curved or straight at the end

Is there a heavenly gate?

Some say at the end you see the light

Will my quest be easy or do I have to put up a fight?

I feel like I'm heading towards self-destruction

Like I'm about to drink this concoction,

Leading to suicide,

A fate from which I just can't hide

What about all my hopes and dreams?

I’m simple tired of this frustrating reality

Should I really take the next step and jump?

Will I crash and burn to the floor

Or suddenly develop wings of an angel and soar?

Fly through the sky and look at the world from the clouds,

Suddenly my life has no bounds,

I can do all that i put my mind too,

It's like I've suddenly discovered superpowers,

A means to and end of my struggles

I know it's all a risk

But it's one I’m willing to take

I need to differentiate between what's real and what's fake

My life feels like pieces of a puzzle scattered

Like some sort of a brain teaser to put together

I often ask myself "am I in my right mind?"

But is there even a wrong mind?

Am I not supposed to make my own decisions?

From today I am on a new mission.

No more stressing,

Or seeking answers without asking the right questions

Need to understand who I am,

Before I find my place within the master's plan,

Or is it the other way around?

Now I am even more confused and feeling dumb...

Life is really a maze,

Getting through it depends on the steps you take

And one wrong decision of the past,

Can lead to you being miles off track.

But never stop running, never stop moving,

Because that's when the situation overwhelms you,

And you find yourself in a world of trouble.

But in the end it's all worth it,

You can look back at your life and say "hey, I’ve made it"

You may not get to the finish line looking perfect,

But once you get to end you will realize

All the bullshit was time well spent. 

And Sometimes

By Delroy Nesta Williams

Sometimes I just want to chill, and talk with my lady, hold her in my arms till we fall asleep, wake up to her voice and soft, gentle kisses

Sometimes I want to go out, on full moon nights and see the reflection of the stars in her eyes, and let her know, “babes, we’re going to be alright!”

Sometimes I like to be driven so I can put my feet up and look at her sideways, listen to the giggles as her dimples lightens up her face

Sometimes when she’s not looking or paying attention, I close my eyes and imagine that we’re both on a deserted island and like Adam and Eve will roam the land naked and never be ashamed because together we’re simply ideal

Sometimes I wish I could just read her thoughts, I wanna know if she’s as happy as she makes me feel, because I feel just like the butterflies and even the bees, collecting nectar from all the world’s flowers to make honey for my Queen!

Sometimes I wish she could feel what I feel, because every time she’s round me I get weak in the knees, I mix up my words and can’t finish my thoughts, she got this effect on me, I’m completely in love

Sometimes I wish she could see what I see, show her how much she compliments me… how she crosses my t’s and dots my I’s, like butter for toast or peanut butter and jelly… baby, you basically complete me 

Sometimes I wish I could fly, so I could take her to Paris, France, the city of Romance so we can have dinner and dance, somewhere along the Champs-Elysees or maybe simply sip some choco-lattes at a sidewalk café

Sometimes I just want to hold her hands, tight like hands in gloves, while walking through the streets in town, let the boy on the street corner who’s whistling at her know… “Yow, she’s taken bro!”

Sometimes I want to fight, not physically but just a few choice words that get her mad at me, so we can break up and then have make up – sex. 

Sometimes, I use my lips to part her lips, sometimes fingertips but never fists... and sometimes the lips that need parting aren't found near the cheeks or in front of teeth… 

Sometimes, I wanna just go down town, let her know her man can use his tongue… and he’s not afraid to say it - he finds pleasure in kissing her clit;

Sometimes, I get this insatiable appetite but my baby knows just what her man likes, fingernail scratches and soft bites, as we make love by candlelight… yup, this feels just right!

Sometimes, I just want to walk along Mero beach or take a trip to Wotten Waven hot springs, see the excitement in her eyes when I pull her against me, whisper sweet somethings – like “baby girl, will you marry me?”

Sometimes, she kinda makes me mad, when she gets in a fit and gets on bad, but when I sit down and reflect, she’s the one who’s got my back and that can never be replaced… 

But most times, I just wanna get on my knees and praise the Lord, for he sent me an angel in human flesh and form… thanks for the lady in my life, I promise to one day soon make her my wife. 

The Heart Speaks (Battling Demons)

The Heart Speaks (Battling Demons)
By Delroy N. Williams

On my knees looking up
So ashamed of what I have become
A single tear falling from my eye
Because all I can do right now is cry
And even that proves difficult
I’ve dug myself into a world of trouble
Words can’t even help me now
This situation is killing me emotionally
I look fine on the outside
But I’ve been slowly dying spiritually
And only I and the Lord knows why
I’ve kept this pain inside for so long
Now I just can’t find a way to let it out
I try to scream, but can’t make a sound
I hope the Lord understands my heart
Because I’m in need of a brand new start!
Lord, it looks so rough
From this place where I kneel
Will I ever find healing?
Because I’ve been through so much
And I can’t help but feel that’s there much more to come
Take me by the hand, I need your refuge
I’m scared, I must admit
I’m in a ditch, looking up at a summit
Dark thoughts cloud my day
Nightmares haunt my nights
I don’t know what to do next
Feeling like I’m slowing disappearing
Something like evanescence
And that’s has me shook up
One minute I’m fine
The other I’m losing my damn mind
So, so confused
Feeling like the focus of a ruse
And everyone looks on laughing
They all know the plot
But all I can do is assume
Feeling so undervalued
Will I ever find my place in the cold, lonely world?
Or am I going to forever wonder
What’s my purpose here on Earth!

The Crapaud Story

I wrote this poem in support of activities by the Dominican Mountain Chicken Project which is located very close to my workplace in the Botanic Gardens. This project is designed to breed the endangered Crapaud, which has a lot of historic and gastronomic significance for Dominica and Dominicans.

The amphibian is affected by a chytrid fungus that significantly reduced its population in the forests of Dominica. It's population has also been diminished in Montserrat as well, which is a neighbouring island. You can read about my previous exploits as it relates to hunting crickets for the frog (it eats mainly insects) in an earlier blog submission cricket, cricket, cricket.

I've only eaten Mountain Chicken once but i really don't want to see it disappear from our island. Help the project by supporting its activities, link them through Facebook (see hyperlink above).

Check out the poem below and let me know if you like it:

If the photo is difficult to read, then the poem is also posted below:

The Crapaud Story
By Delroy N. Williams

Dey say Crapaud smoke my pipe
But me doh hear no Crapaud last night
An long I doh eat no Crapaud in a stew,
I doh even hear anybody talking bout dat frog.
Someting must definitely be wrong.
It was once our national emblem
Now reduced to the crannies of de “Station.”
If somebody doh talk den nobody go listen
So I glad dat Machel an dem doin someting
Cuz de Crapaud is Dominica’s blessing.
Dat fungus come out from nowhere
An got us forgettin Crapaud is our heritage
We cyah just give up, dat would leave Crapaud in a sad state
De Chytrid ting is very dangerous
Been around for just over a decade
Got Crapaud in decadence
From our forests an even our minds
Look we even searching for a new national dish
Want to remove Crapaud from its podium of pride
An reduce it to jus hindsight
But Crapaud stronger dan we think
An wit a likle help from Forestry
Dat frog go leap back unto its pedestal
We go hear Crapaud sing again
We go hear Crapaud after a shower of rain
An den we go really understand
Dat Crapaud is wat makes Dominica a blessed island

My Girl

My Girl 
By Delroy Nesta Williams

One girl
Filled me with many emotions
So enlightened 
With but one truth
Love!
From the simplest of places
My heart
Started with a single thought
My mind
Followed by a natural touch
Contact
With the softest of hands
Kinetic energy
And then there it was
Her smile
Glowing like the full moon
Among stars
And now nothing’s the same
Crazy passion
At that moment she giggles
So genuine
And I quiver because now I know
About patience
I have finally found my lady
The one
And we have connected
Like dots
And no one can erase this
Permanent 
Looking to the Lord to bless this union
Devotion
So now we give thanks 
Gratitude!