The World Poetry Café Radio Show welcomed the talented poet Robert W. McGregor on the air in a unique interview full of good poetry and music. Robert read his poem: I’m Just A Little Boy’ about a little boy from Aleepo , Syria which received many favorable responses when it was read as an e-poem a few weeks before. He read a number of exceptional poems and talked about his life and vision.
Since it was fundraising time for our show, Robert also became a member and helped pitch on the air. We need $1,000 per year to keep our show on the air. We are all volunteers and the World Poetry Café will be celebrating its 21st year. If anyone wants to become a member or at an international level , become a donner, you can go to www. coopradio .org and click on membership. Please put in the name of the World Poetry Café so the money will go to our account.
Also featured on the show, great e-poets from India and Nigeria:
Dr. Reshma Ramesh is a dental surgeon by profession and has been writing poetry since 2008 and is a noted voice in Bangalore. Her beautiful poem The Mountains Have a Memory captures the essence of mountains.
The second e-poem APEKE XII on love comes from: Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon. He is a international multi award winner, World Poetry Ambassador to Nigeria and a director with a new book coming out.
The dedicated World Poetry Café Team: Ariadne Sawyer, Producer and host, co-host Anita Aguirre Nieveras, Super Tech Victor Schwartzman and special volunteer Sharon Rowe with dog, Willow.
“If possible I prefer to be introduced as Robert W. McGregor as there are too many notable Rob McGregor’s…
I am proud of my given names, Robert after my grand father, and great grand father the W. Stands for Ward which my blessed mother picked while watching it’s a wonderful life. ( late actor Ward Bond).
I am happily married for 9 years to my wife Laurie who is vey supportive of my writing efforts, I have two natural and four step children and will soon celebrate the birth of my 9th grand child.
Born and raised in South Vancouver, graduated from David Thompson Secondary.
I have been writing poetry since grade 4 but other then special occasions like anniversaries, weddings or tributes at funerals my poems have been for my private consumption.
A chance meeting with writer friend/ Neall Ryon has opened up my eyes to the world of poetry and created a desire to share it with the rest of the world.
I am currently working on my first book with the working title “Looking Through the Kaleidoscope” , The Mended Broken Thoughts and writings of Robert W. McGregor
My favourite writers and influences are Lord Alfred Tennyson, Mark Twain, and Og Mandino.
As for poems, since this a broadcast that goes to other countries it would be a privilege to recite the attached poem:
” I’m Just A Little Boy’, which was written by me after seeing the very tragic picture of a the little boy from Aleppo Syria sitting in the back of an ambulance.
The picture haunted me for days until I awoke one night at around 3 am and wrote this poem.
I’m Just A Little Boy
(Dedicated to all of the children in Aleppo Syria)
Why do you drop your booms?
I’m just a little boy,
Where is my Ummi and Abbi ?
Can someone please find my toy?
It’s a little red car with a missing wheel,
That was a gift from my older brother,
I want it now to think of him,
Have you found my Father and Mother?
Perhaps they are with my brother and sister,
Who I no longer see around,
I saw them last laughing and playing in the yard,
Just before I heard the very loud sound.
It happens almost everyday,,
It seems no one can tell me why,
I ask you now maybe you know,
Why are these booms falling from the sky
I can not feel my face right now, I can not see too far,
It’s hard to hear you from the ringing,
Did someone finally find my car?
Please look real hard for it,
As it helps me sleep at night,
I promise not to lose it again ,
I promise to hold it really really tight.
If you see my Ummi and Abbi ,
please don’t tell them I dropped it on the floor,
I don’t want them to worry about it,
Please just one more look and I won’t ask you anymore?
Really where did you find it?
You say you found it in my Ummi’s hand?
Can you please bring her here so I can hug her,
No I will run to her ,help me up so I can stand.
What do you mean she is gone?
Why would she leave me here all alone?
Where could she possibly go?
This is our only home.
I understand now she is with the others,
No real need for me to feel gloom,
Perhaps I can join them next time,
When the sky drops another boom.
Robert W. McGregor, August /2016. All rights Reserved by the author. (C)