http://slow.writerscafe.org/mycol The original writings of author MI-KOL HIGHLY en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036130 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Referral to the poem (Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol) : 1937. (Protest against American Racism). This is a modern day poem protesting against corruption,xenophobia,murder,rape, black supremacy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1393108/ lady chocolate cosmos i do not know who you arenor do i even know your namei do not know what makes yousmileneither what makes you cryi do not know your favourite songnor what makes you feel likedancingi do not know your favourite colournor which dress su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1234943/ poetic revelation full pages and wasted inklooking for inspiration in vaina lot jotted but utterly meaninglessnot a single idea that can refresh the mindpenmanship seemingly just a mysteryand there i thought poetry was the art of my masteryconduct a penetrating examination of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1224382/ angels and demons good and evillight and darknesslove and hate i am the 'good'for i choose that which is 'light'and that is to 'love' let me be justifiedto title you the 'evil'for you choose that which is 'darkness'and that is to 'hate'  th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1209111/ asi long theesoas i long theeasthe desert longs for rainthirstyas is drysoonmay i find thee waitingsothat thee can quench my heartBy MI-KOL HIGHLYMichael Thando Nota http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1175016/ ‘younever really can fix a heart’ it feels like i justran out of good dayssadness and lonelinesssleeps in my bed these daysmy heart feels stabbedand ripped apartthe joy i once had nowoozes more abruptly i probably held yourhand too tigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1174987/ thefirst goodbye kissmylegs are shivering " and then weakeningmy hair is stretching and myblood dances in my veinsthe feeling of your lips touchingmineso soft and tenderand then your tongue melts in mymouthit is the first kissbeautifulis the thought of it la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1166830/ regret of adrunken heartseating in a pub, convinced inhis headthat this fine bottle of whiskeywill take away his hurtintoxicating his brain cells withthis poisonkilling them to bury thatunbearable thought of her at one time he had a chance toescape this hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1165860/ For Varsha Bhikha Kooverjee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mycol/1159160/