Children of El Dorado- Poems

By Dmitri Allicock

CHILDREN OF EL DORADO

Rugged land washed by sunshine of high noon

Winds of gentle Atlantic and soothing moon

Cascading waterfalls shimmering dreams of rainbow

Sacred land of birth, my sweet El Dorado

Treasures of history, family and values of old

Fruits, vegetables and Kisskadees so bold

Breeze whispers and soft kisses of shadow

Land of heart, my sweet El Dorado

Journey of time and generations grey

Weary of soul but searching we may

Children of dreams and Guyana that glow

Never to let go, my sweet Eldorado!

“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful,

face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

PRECARIOUS LIFE

Life is like a dewdrop on a stem

A magical crystal or precious gem

Clinging reflection of nature’s beauty

A miracle to cherish with love and duty

A short journey to enjoy before it’s done

Blooming flowers in the morning sun

FINGERPRINTS OF TIME

Tree rings of nature’s chime

Circles of history and forgotten times

Etched in wood before Guyana’s being

Vestige of lore tapestry foreseeing

Imagine if trees had a voice

Such stories of life richness to rejoice

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

Count your blessings twice

Appreciate the gift called life

See your world through angel eyes

Where that special realm of happiness lies

BABY DADDY

Standing at the corner over there

Saggy trousers with hands bare

Philosopher of such confidence on the out

I am not the baby daddy, without doubt

Aimless drifter and signs of the times

So many fatherless families in decline

Embrace your responsibilities with desire

And be a good role model to admire

LAND OF THE RISING SUN

Rising sun bring blessings of the day

Until moon shadow in the Milky Way

Live with courage and lasting sacrifice

Personal responsibility is always the price

There can be no harvest for souls to feed

Without efforts and sowing of seed

Life is delicate and needs care to grow

Guyana’s blessings where Smooth River flows

YARD FOWL

Calls and cackles of the sun from the east

New day born beneath rays of peace

Majestic hen scratches in the dirt outside

Motherly and dutiful she works with pride

Brooding hen searches for food with intent

Careful on throwing spies off the scent

Bad tempered she clucks and squirm

Searching for grain or a fat little worm

Only a few days left before she is done

To lead a clutch of delightful chicks, in Guyana’s sun