ANGELA HARVEY-SMITH (A.K.A POPPY SEED) This eloquent poetess from North London is making steady waves on the London poetry scene. After recent appearances including London colleges, outdoor community festivals throughout the Summer, Chats Palace, The ICA, The Albany, Lewisham, and Base (Umoja) theatres, The infamous Rock Garden, The Glastonbury festival, Africa Centre, and Yaa Asantawa; she has commanded respect and admiration. Angela describes herself as an "environmentally friendly humanitarian who is pro Black." These sentiments ring true in her Poetry. The performance is appealing to all audiences, the warmth of her rhythms and the delivery of her poetry is motivating and inspiring.

Poems in this collection:

WHERE ARE THE SONGS Text and Audio MUSICIAN IN FLIGHT Text and Audio BODY OF BLACK CULTURE Text

WHERE ARE THE SONGS
 
Lyrics of vision merge with the sky
To separate truth from lies;
 
Noble rebels in Tianaiman Square
Tend their wounds but don't despair.
German footsteps tread again
on land reclaimed from whence they came.
Irish lanterns out of wick
use paisley coloured candlesticks.
Peace too in Sun City,
Apartheid dipped in amnesty.
Hysteria in Bosnia blurs the Muslim agenda.
In London dreamers wake in streets
to find that hope in obsolete.
Distant Zulu drums resound
with talk of love, and death shrouds.
And as the bile reaches my tongue
I ask my friends where are the songs.
 
Where are the songs, where are they~
Where are the songs, where are they.
Where. Where, are the songs.
 
 
MUSICIAN IN FLIGHT
 
A musician in flight is
an instrument of his instrument.
Impelled to revel in spiritual employ
until climax releases him totally spent,
and he opens his eyes to rejoin mortal ranks.
 
 
 
BODY OF BLACK CULTURE
 
Moving with relentless rhythmic grace
the body of Black culture maintains its pace.
Outstretched arms leave vulnerable
a warm bronze bosom swelled by love
Supple, lithe limbs arranged by sculptor's hands,
promise passion whilst evoking fears.
Within its mystery lies intense furiousness
which guards the crimson heart where dignity resides.
Proud expression labelled arrogant by those who
can connive to misinterpret.
Opinions shaped on manipulated misunderstandings,
tug at the heart of the body of Black culture.
Who can quell the fears of men
who dream Black bodies avenging them?
Entrenched in song, and trust, and sweat,
Likewise black culture can't forget
 
Moving with relentless rhythmic grace
The Body of Black culture maintains its pace.
 
			AFRICA BOUND!