Desmond TagoeBronx, NY, USA |
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Desmond Tagoe's pen name is Nam-Tut. He is the owner and operator of a painting and wallpapering company specializing in custom colors and paper. I was born in West London. I went to school in south London. I have always been an avid writer. I moved to New York in the early 70's after completing a painting and decorating apprenticeship. I enjoy writing, reading, and performing my works with others. I have performed in plays in the USA and the Caribbean. I have been published 3 times with The National Library of Poetry. |
Look See And RememberLook to the land of the east and the westthere in the north and the south Lift up your voice loud and clear speak so they all can hear.. Make up your mind is it light or dar. Are you life or are you destruction. Speak your peace if you understand build if you have foundation. Look to the sky to the setting and the rising see the cosmic dust. Center your self take in the breath, thy will be done, will do the rest. |
Love Song #77Can a love song bring you into my arms can my words find there way your heart.Can my song charm you so that you say we shall never part This is the melody I shall sing for you this till the end of time Soft kisses of love falling onto my lips hands of kindness embrace visions of beauty all around me memories of larther and joy. |
My CaptainCaptain of the water sailor of the sea through the stormy weather to the land of free.Though many of us falter and many of us are weak we follow you for ever captain of the sea. Crystal light shinning sea of sapphire green cosmic rings around us feeding us you an me. Valley of uncertainty hills of pure delight banners of peace flying with victory and right. I will add to your brethren
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Silver SpoonToday I spied a band of gold with an emerald for its crownits feet were made of ivory its eyes were shining stars I looked on with wonder my heart began to dance I felt my bones come to life and I began to sing Could it be that I lost you and found you once again Could it be that the darkness has turned to light again Could it be that all my dreams and all my prays have come to life again Could it be that you and I will very soon unite Could it be Could it really be Could it truly be tonight. |
| Yesterday Was Me
One day I walked on dusty roads my love was full of waiting.
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