As part of Black History Month I would like to pay respects to two Black attorneys who have left their mark in CNMI history and a Black poet who has inspired me.<\/p>\n
Attorney William Nabors, deceased, worked on settlement\u00a0of the Micronesian War Claims and as counsel for the Northern Marianas\u00a0District Legislature. Bill married Tinian representative Serafina King and their son, Karl King-Nabors, is currently serving in the CNMI Legislature\u00a0as a senator representing Tinian. Attorney Joseph \u201cJoe\u201d Hill has practiced\u00a0law in the CNMI for decades. He has also practiced law in Alaska, Japan, and Las Vegas, NV. Joe is still practicing law in Susupe and is a wealth\u00a0of information and stories about the early days of the Commonwealth.<\/p>\n
Countee Cullen, at the age of 22, published COLOR, his first collection of poetry in 1925. He was an acclaimed poet, accomplished essayist, translator, and novelist. My inspiration comes from a book: MY SOUL\u2019S HIGH SONG, The Collected Writings of Countee Cullen,\u00a0Voice of the Harlem Renaissance.<\/p>\n
My February theme is love poems: Some borrowed and some are blue
\nSome old ones and several are new; wherever a variety of love roams.
\n\u201cWhile nameless birds from grove and blossomed bend
\nDeluged my soul with song; if it were meet
\nTo love Life so, then Love will but complete
\nMy Joy, for Life with Love can never end.\u201d
\n\u2014Excerpt, From\u00a0\u00a0Life To Love, by Countee Cullen, 1925.<\/p>\n
To Todos Taotao Tinian with Love<\/strong> Inspiration from ladies named Rose, roses for love, and Countee Cullen As part of Black History Month I would like to pay respects to two Black…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":355792,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-384984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-opinion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/384984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=384984"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/384984\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/355792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=384984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=384984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=384984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n(All my love for Rose M., Rosie L., Rosita K., kumaire Rose P. and all \u00a0the flowers, birds, families, nature on the beach, village, and field)\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWho wrote beautifully in his 20s of what heartstrings he was pulling
\nI\u2019m 73 years of age and still enjoy writing sonnets and love poems
\nLosing my short-term memory but my long-term memory still roams
\nTyphoons and following rough seas have not been my good friend
\nDown many dusty coral roads I walk with rubber zoris on my feet
\nFlame tree flowers fall yet jungle gardenias still smell so so sweet
\nWith bad knees jerking and more arthritic joints I bend
\nBirds sing in the boonies, butterflies , putitainobiu send
\nMessages to sweethearts whenever we chance to meet
\nA love for life, a love somewhat somehow incomplete
\nWhere Platonic loving and longing will seldom ever end
\nThe beauty of Tinian island among the best I\u2019ve ever seen
\nFrom East to West coast with Marpo Valley in between.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"