HUMBLE LUSHAN
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Oct 02, 2025
HUMBLE LUSHAN You may not know me, but I do not live in the king’s palace Nor even heard about me. I do not boast of my accomplishments Possibly you may have seen me, I labor tirelessly where I’m sent I am who I am, a slave of the almighty, willingly without question Creator of poems and a time traveler, my timeless poems will marvel II To the East without ceasing to the North, that doesn’t mean I’m soft The words are easy; my head is clear. I travel here and everywhere Blue is the color of the sky today. Hurry, do hurry, come out to play Give us strength for purpose and wisdom for honor, it’s the only way Yes, honor the lord thy God, for his great mercy comes from above III I am the poet, that’s a fact, some say it’s a matter of white or black But I tell you, my friend, the words of the prophet are on my back Will forever guide my track through the storm or the dark? It’s not a lost endeavor, for timeless poems will be there forever For shadows come and shadows go, and the mist gently covers the snow By: Kenvil Atkins for Caribbean Poetry Series
Tags: Happy, Faith, Inspirational, Hope,
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Oct 19, 2025 at 2:06am
Kenvil, I appreciate excellent poetry whenever and wherever I may by some remarkable fate from the Lord God whom we both: love, worship and adore. The color of our skins does not matter in the very least to me. Is it a matter of black or white? What does it matter anyway in the realms of poetry based solely on merit? I just happened to be born white. And your work is totally awesome but you are a poet and you surely know it!
