Global Black Caucus Steering Team Secretary

  • Once Upon A Concrete Jungle

    gbc_Poet_Laureate_Elaine.png     Elaine_Thomas-2.jpg


    Adjusted to seclusion
    As the roar of tragedy
    Struck our cities in rage
    A deluge of gloom
    Descended upon our hopes
    Slowly embodied our grief
    Into whimpers at dusk
    Clandestine closets shattered
    Complexities multiplied
    Crowds watched in horror
    As armed illiterates
    drummed up rancor
    mocked our foundation
    with dirty complot flags
    vilified our sanctuary
    smote down our honor
    hung dung on our trust
    relentless knee on a neck
    a massacre in parlors
    gates opened to egotists
    the bible held by a demon
    we drew our slingshots
    congregated in protest
    cast our voices in hope
    while a pandemic slew
    molesting unmarked caskets
    we scrutinized babies
    lying naked in grime
    cages of demolition
    waiting for auction
    hearts in calamity
    marching tin soldiers
    charging ruptured borders
    lilies of the fields
    crying for sustenance
    while polluted rivers
    sprout from fracking fields
    requiring a funeral anthem
    for a disoriented continent
    Meantime the eagle sways
    to a divergent cadence


    Co[email protected] All rights reserved
    Camille Elaine Thomas
    April 07, 2021


    Read more

  • Into the Realm of Discourse



    Finally, off on the long journey to a familiar land.
    Fearful, yet unafraid of the long wait to see her.
    As I remember, surely not the same as I left, but will
    Still caress the spirit with renewed freshness.
    To see souls wondering, lost in a morass of ideas.
    Seeking, a solution for the pain, that follows.
    The poor judgments, grasping for answers from other
    Lands. While looking far way, will not provide
    The answer, nor the good life again.
    Life passes, without clear thoughts or dreams
    To shed light for ideas, as we trod into a
    New epoch. As the cosmos rushes to
    Escape that which is not to be escaped
    And the windows slowly close....


    Copyright (c) 2012 Paul S Hickman, All Right Reserved


    Read more

  • Climate Justice is Racial Justice, a Discussion with Jacqueline Patterson

    Join the DA-Denmark Black Caucus and Youth Caucus, on April 27th from 7-8:30pm for our virtual event, Climate Justice is Racial Justice, a Discussion with Jacqueline Patterson. The event will begin with a short presentation and lead into a discussion with Jacqueline Patterson about the intersection of race, climate change, and electoral politics. Jacqueline Patterson is the Director of the NAACP Environmental and Climate Justice Program.

    April 27, 2021 at 7pm
    online via ZOOM
    Zoom Zoom
    Google map and directions
    16 rsvps rsvp

  • published A PTSD Nightmare in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-04-05 08:52:55 -0400

    A PTSD Nightmare

    gbc_Poet_Laureate_Elaine.png     Elaine_Thomas-2.jpg


    A dream last night
    40 Vietnam warriors
    Sitting stoned
    Around a fire
    In Central Park
    With the bombs
    Still exploding
    Inside their bowels
    While seagulls jeered
    Along the dead seacoast
    A blackbird named Jonathan
    Rose with a catfish
    In its hungry mouth
    I had a dream last night
    A little black boy
    Singing inside a burnt-out Chevrolet
    Where have all the flowers gone
    While the bar next door
    Blasted the mantra
    Let it Be


    [email protected] All rights reserved
    Camille Elaine Thomas
    April 03, 2021


    Read more

  • "The Indomitable Florence Finch": An interview with author and former Congressman Robert J. Mrazek

    The Asian American and Pacific Islander Caucus and the Veterans and Military Families Caucus invite you to an interview with former Congressman Robert J. Mrazek about his book: the story of Florence Finch, the Americans she helped, and what her life was like when she came to the United States.

    In 1942, the Japanese Empire defeated American and Filipino forces during the Second World War. One woman who was determined to resist the occupation was Florence Finch: born to an American father and a Filipina mother, and widow of an American naval officer killed early in the Second World War, Finch brought necessary supplies to American POWs and worked to help others in the resistance.

    Florence Finch is the subject of The Indomitable Florence Finch: The Untold Story of a War Widow Turned Resistance Fighter and Savior of American POWs by Congressman Robert J. Mrazek and published by Hachette Books in 2020.

    Congressman Robert J. Mrazek represented New York’s 3rd District from 1983 to 1993. During his time as Congressman, he helped author several laws including the Amerasian Homecoming Act, which provided a path for the children of American servicemen in Vietnam to come to the United States; the Tongass Timber Reform Act, which protected Alaska’s largest forest; and the National Film Preservation Act, which established the National Film Registry in the Library of Congress.

    After retiring from Congress, Congressman Mrazek became an author, writing seven novels, four works of nonfiction, and one screenplay.

    This event starts at:

    9:00pm Adelaide Australia
    8:30pm Seoul, Korea
    7:30pm Hong Kong
    5:00pm  Mumbai
    1:30pm Berlin, Germany
    7:30am  DC (EDT)


    April 12, 2021 at 7:30am
    Online, DC 20004
    United States
    Google map and directions
    13 rsvps rsvp

  • published A Bad Day in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-20 08:46:05 -0400

    A Bad Day



    The police chief said the shooter was having a bad day
    A bad day?

    That day a man, with rage in his heart and lust in his loins
    Lashed out.
    Unable to control himself, unable to restrain his desires
    He let them loose-
    He murdered you.
    A bad day?

    That man lives, breaths, eats, survives
    While you live on in memories and stories.
    He eliminated people because of his own failings, his lackings
    Yet the police chief said the shooter was having a bad day
    A bad day?

    That man decided that his desires were stronger,
    More important than your Right to
    to exist
    A bad day?

    He tried to erase that longing, erase you
    But he won’t succeed
    You will not fade into the past because we will remember you.
    You were mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, friends
    You were loved. You are loved.
    You deserved more
    You deserved longer
    You deserved better
    A bad day?

    We will remember you for who you were,
    Your loved ones will carry you in their hearts
    You will live on as a piece of all of us.
    We will keep you alive
    Because you ARE so much more than some man’s
    Bad day.


    Alexandra Smith


    Read more

  • published An Ode to Women’s Month in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-19 11:25:04 -0400

    An Ode to Women’s Month

    gbc_Poet_Laureate_Elaine.png     Elaine_Thomas-2.jpg


    We give daily
    Our bodies nourish
    Like the Earth
    We give life
    We strive to sustain
    Our successes are few
    The crowds don’t cheer
    Our heroines leave
    Often go unnoticed
    Still we strive hard
    With quiet laughter
    Our hearts on brim
    Love fills our chores
    As we join together
    One month a year
    To give us credit
    Our own praises
    In the month of March
    Just because it is spring
    Once again we dance
    As we are allowed to


    [email protected] All rights reserved
    Camille Elaine Thomas
    March 19, 2021


    Read more

  • published An Asian American Blues in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-19 11:14:19 -0400

    An Asian American Blues

    gbc_Poet_Laureate_Elaine.png     Elaine_Thomas-2.jpg


    We used to listen to a song
    From the Isley Brothers
    Singing about soldiers
    The four dead in Ohio
    Now another tune is playing
    Eight killed in Atlanta
    Attacked, harassed, scapegoated
    Murdered for being Asian
    Blamed for a virus
    Women shot in March
    Sacrificed for Women's Month
    Can’t you hear the drummers
    Sounding like machine guns
    Hear the mothers sighing
    The little children crying
    The world watches and moans


    [email protected] All rights reserved
    Camille Elaine Thomas
    March 18, 2021


    Read more

  • published Hope in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-18 16:39:28 -0400




    Away from the dark cold blood of hate,
    away from the evil eyes of racism,
    away from the horrific path of xenophobia,
    rests the promise land of our pledges,
    where the roots of fraternity, sown with the clipped wings of the missing souls,
    will grow into the hearts of hope,
    to engrave in our building stones the calling beats of love.


    Carlos Colao


    Read more

  • published Our Asian Soulmates in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-18 13:47:30 -0400

    Our Asian Soulmates



    You have been our gracious Japanese landlords.
    Our Vietnam war zone protectors, friends and co-workers.
    My Korean IT professional associate.
    My Korean graphic illustrator for my poems.
    You have been my former interned Japanese associate.

    And we have trod with a host of acquaintances from Asian
    Nations of Japan, Korea, Philippines, Vietnam, China, India,
    Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, and Hong Kong.

    All of which have been with the greatest respect towards us
    And our family and our friends.

    To have a vile deed doer martyr some of our Soulmates is
    Sad and the work of the evil one who chose a weaker brainwashed
    One to do his deed.

    May their Memories be Eternal


    © 2021-Paul S Hickman-All Rights Reserved


    Read more

  • published The Reunion in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-11 15:01:42 -0500

    The Reunion



    As the rays of the sun, eclipsed the night.
    The journeys to a distant place starts.

    And we came, some by car, some by plane,
    Some by train, and some thought to walk.

    Drifting in from the North, the South, the
    East and the West. We are not strangers
    Among strangers.

    Gathering to share the wisdom, experiences
    And the knowledge of thousands of years.

    Guided by teachers of the ages, dedicated
    To prepare and enlightening us for these

    Oh, wise ones of the past. We struggle to
    Meet your yesteryear's challenges. As they
    Fade from our minds, and we fight to recover
    Them. But are still misty, dim, and physically

    Our hearts, feeling faint as you slip away.
    Regretfully, even the scolding and your words
    Of wisdom are much needed - now.

    But your spirits, still guides us through the
    Unknown wilderness. Even though everything is
    Changed, and not the way you left it or taught

    Your voices will continue to guide and console
    Us. As we stretch to reach the epitome of our

    With your desires in our minds and souls. We
    Come closer to each other. And even though you
    Are not here, we can feel your presence. As we
    Depart once more to the cosmos.

    As the time passes ... and you our ancestors cry
    In the distance -with open arms.


    Copyright (C) 1994 Paul S Hickman All Rights Reserved


    Read more

  • Carlos Colao joins the GBC Poet Laureate Circle

    Please welcome Carlos Colao to the GBC Poet Laureate Circle!
    Carlos is an active poet that writes in both Spanish and English.
    We are looking forward to Carlos' participation in the Poet Laureate Circle.
    You can read/hear the poem, "Nuestro Día", by Carlos Colao here.

    Carlos Colao from Spain - Read Carlos' Bio


    The other diligent members of our Poet Laureate Circle are:

    Jasmine Cochran from China - Read Jasmine's Bio

    Elaine Thomas from Germany - Read Elaine's Bio

    Nadine Pinede from Belgium - Read Nadine's Bio

    Paul Hickman from Greece - Read Paul's Bio

    Alexandra Smith from China - Read Alexandra's Bio


    You can register to vote and request a ballot at The sooner you do it, the better. 

  • published Nuestro Día in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-03-08 20:18:00 -0500

    Nuestro Día



    Nuestro Día
    El día en que la libertad pueda quedar reflejada en los dictados de la Vida,
    en el que las personas no se sientan amarradas por las raíces del pasado,
    en el que el astro sol ilumine el sendero,
    en el que el oscuro pasado escarmiente el futuro,
    en el que un cielo azul brillante resguarde nuestros sueños,
    en el que las sonrisas del destino endulcen el camino de la vida,
    en el que la grandilocuente vida retruene su sonoro resplandor en el interior de cada uno.
    Para saber lo que seremos, querer lo que querremos, amar lo que trasciende más allá de nuestra conciencia,
    más allá incluso de las dulces y frescas sensaciones de libertad.

    Ese día, será un DÍA, como aquél que nunca fue, como aquél que podrá ser, pero, eso sí, que ¡DEBERÁ PERMANECER!

    Carlos Colao

    Our day
    The day that freedom can be reflected in Life's commandments,
    in which people do not feel bounded by the roots of the past,
    in which the sunshine of our supreme Star clears the burden paths,
    in which the dark black side of the past removes the thorns of future,
    in which the intense blue sky shelters our dreams,
    in which the smiles of destiny enriches our bold life road,
    in which the magic of life grandiosely plays the beat sounds of love inside each one of us.
    To know what we will be, to want what we will want, to love what goes beyond our consciousness,
    beyond even the sweet, fresh feeling of freedom.

    That day, will be a DAY, like the one that never was, like the one that could one day be, but, yes, that it will have to REMAIN!

    Carlos Colao


    Read more

  • Carlos Colao Bio


    I am a lawyer living in Spain, born in New York and father of 4 children, who,
    inspired by my love to art and literature and feeling the need to fully express my emotions and thoughts,
    I began to publish and write poetry in Facebook.
    Given the good reception by the people and encouraged by their support,
    I dedicate my free time to cultivate my emotions by sharing my poems to all of those that may want to take the time to read them.


  • published Another Way to Think in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-02-28 14:23:14 -0500

    Another Way to Think



    They say.

    Women shouldn’t express themselves that way.
    There’s a correct way to disagree with people.
    She shouldn’t travel there alone.
    Why are you being so emotional?
    What will people think?

    Are you sure you should make such a big decision alone?
    Who’s the man in the relationship?
    Do your parents approve of your choices?
    Can I speak to your husband?
    What will people think?

    Why are you so aggressive?
    You think you’re too good for him?
    Isn’t that a man’s job?
    When are you going to have children?
    What will people think?

    Don’t leave your drink unattended.
    You could stand to loose a few pounds.
    You can’t talk about your sex life.
    Is that what you’re wearing?
    What will people think?

    What will people think?

    I say.

    We live half lives as revivals.
    Being a distraction for the masses.
    So that someone else can control us.
    Because we’re too concerned.
    With what people would think.

    We could be teammates in this battle.
    Allies in the struggle for equality.
    We could be friends supporting each other.
    If we would choose to consider.
    What we would think.

    If we can stop hating each other for thinking differently.
    Listen to the wisdom we’ve gathered.
    And respect our individual voices.
    We will be a force to be reckoned with-
    Because we will create an example.
    Of another way to think.

    I want every little girl to know.
    She was meant for something greater.
    She does not have to live in anyone's shadow.
    That no matter what people tell her.
    Because one day she will be a woman.
    And she can decide what she wants to think.


    By: Alexandra Smith


    Read more

  • published Tis You (Obamas) in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-02-27 21:33:18 -0500

    Tis You (Obamas)



    Tis You – who stood like a rock
    Of Granite.

    Unswayed, by the constant pounding,
    Of the Winds of Humanity, the Chill
    Souls. And the fire of dragons.

    Now, unweathering streaking into the
    Deeds of tomorrow.

    As we -the left behind- strive to
    Place our footsteps on the soil
    Left by you for us to fill in...


    Copyright (c) 2018 “Tis You”, Paul S Hickman, All Rights Reserved


    Read more

  • published The Voices in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-02-27 21:21:13 -0500

    The Voices



    The naughtiness, of the voices.
    Destined, not to hear, nor see.

    Unknown, the different worlds,
    Their world, our world, my world.

    Worlds filled, with a cornucopia
    Of ideas, dovetailing, towards
    The thin thread.

    That binds man into a common bond,
    Of trust, tolerance, and compassion.

    The haughtiness of the voices.

    They destined, not to hear, nor see
    The world...


    Copyrighted (c) 1996, Paul S Hickman, All Rights Reserved


    Read more

  • published The Mist in the Quiet in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-02-27 20:56:03 -0500

    The Mist in the Quiet



    There in the land of heroes and beauty is a lady.
    Who moves like a wisp of smoke.
    Penetrating all barriers, emerging on the side
    Of life that most fail to see.

    A forbidden love that falls like a fallen leaf off a
    Tree-slowly drifting through the gentle breeze.

    Bonding with a plethora of others.
    Lying among them with no difference in hue

    As she glides effortless over them,
    All towards her destiny in the mist in the quiet,
    Of the evening...there she sits.


    (c) 2019 “The Mist in the Quiet”, Paul S Hickman, All Right Reserved


    Read more

  • published The View of Fire in Poet Laureate Circle 2021-02-27 20:36:44 -0500

    The View of Fire



    There the fire starts, raging across the grassy seas,
    Into the worlds of the lost tribes.

    Gathering them up into a wind swept caress,
    And hurls them back to the dusty lands,
    Out of deep blue seas.

    There they rest until the last days.

    None shall be able to touch,
    Their inner spirit.

    From the top of the mountain,
    Lies a vision as far as the eye can see.

    No other land will prevail over this land,
    As we watch from a distance.

    Too far, for many, to short for a few.
    As the fire rages on....


    Copyright (c) 2012, “The View of the Fire”, Paul S Hickman, All Rights Reserved


    Read more

  • signed up on Progressive Caucus Signup 2021-02-22 14:09:41 -0500