[tabby title="Poet Bio"] How much more could I offer? But it's not like there's profit for you: I'm used goods, and of little use to your industry. My cents, little use for your coffer, and I guess we could date,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] If the universe is big, and if aliens exist And a galactic war were to break out in this endless abyss My species comes first - the survival of my kind Takes priority over any lifeform the...

[tabby title="Poem"]My words don’t matter when they fall on deaf ears They are like dreams beat by time, quickly forgotten I am a lone tree in the Kalahari facing sand storms That shout: obey, comply, never defy My thoughts are...

1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK "Who am I Standing amid the harmattan's disarray" from Birth of the Malopoets by Eugene Skeef. (Staffrider. April/May 1979.) use the form below to submit [gravityform id="2" title="true" description="false"] For more info about A Poem...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] In Africa Her feet tango with sand Under the sun Her smile beams Brown skin showered by full clouds Once starved By the foods that entered holes Liquids that energized with her fluids The new surfaced answers...