POEM OF THE WEEK
not a popular body tag in these here parts
stallion of a man
but change Time?
When you are black, you lie flat on your back
it used to be when you were "brown"
they would ask you to stick around...
Well...water? .. air? FLY? Why? its only a fly, stick to the evil you know of ...
Well... "In everything give thanks"..
Black everyday, every year, every century,
don't MAR the season, drop a coin in the TIN
..though things thin..
"Smile a while, give your face a rest"
but not just your face but all of you...
....just perhaps? maybe in this one instance?
bypass those cigars for cannabis sativa?....
however, outcome likely to be the same
Well,... "In Everything give thanks"
.. the speakers at the podium
look strangely familiar......
is this a flashback or a hot flash
is this a not so SECRET, secret....?
our lines continue
this is not how we demonstrate
"I have a dream"
I live a nightmare
that the" dream" is just that - "a dream"
"I've been to the mountaintop"
but the valley don't look so good
fire red burns orange, once yellow blood
becomes black coal for
not warming up at all
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
Africa, the word, the loudness and the roar
not for Lions, leopards or tigers
a continent turning and prospects chilling,
one, two, three, and counting
Africa rises not with the soothing sun
but with gathering clouds -
the battle line drawn while we take cover -
England, Russia and America
Africa the continent more deadly than the Cobra,
more fearful than its forests it aims,
marking us sick,
sending fever chills and rashes -
despite alarm another victim another life another void -
despite fears its here,
one by one by one humanity falls,
like lambs to the slaughter gathering souls,
we stir outnumbered, despite arms, Ebola
- Homer Sylvester
One careless girl through this island flit
Dancing and prancing she flirts about
The eastern end was her port
Our men she chose ... and without a doubt she had them fell,
Ankles and knees she did swell
Backs she bent and heads did tell ...
of her stamp upon skins where they itched for her
A wanton girl she be ... ,
for with our women she sought a fling!
And she did consort
Where cries abound in many a house.
Elbows and wrists she did kiss
With lymphs and waist she did a twist.
Walking became a game of hit or miss and the ground a target you could hit.
For weeks she twirled, even hit and miss
Making a few to be "a chick wanna be."
And with bated breath the question they asked-
Is this my day with Miss Chik?
To old folks and children she was not kind,
For joints she conned and held hostage digits and tips.
This girl a true symbol of sorrow and woe,
For none was left with feelings of glow.
A rise in temperatures made us jealously defend ...
a pack of Panadol,
two Tylenol would do.
For the ache and the pain she did inflick
A-deses of E-gypti the enemy of all.
Her task not yet done in her ravage of the east
but a-waltzing she goes in the north and the south.
With a bet I know she'll dart for the west!
Though with a few she has yet to consort
her wanton some day she hopes to engorge.
I as a victim would hope she could die
for I have been hit by this chik of a v_ who
Whistles at men and embraces women too, cuddles our children while tempting the grans.
This Chik with a gun has made us bend,
Insane careless Chik; V-ictor she be!
- Patricia A. Rodney
Stop the wars, heal the scars
Arrest hatred the root of inflicting wounds
Cut away the needless pain from society
Sentence violence with the death penalty
From the Gaza down to the Gully
Extract the vicious teeth of onslaught
from the inflammable gums of our youth
The gun called murder - lay it to rest
The knife of revenge - put it down and give love your best
The 'badman' mentality from the shores of Jamaica - push it away
Let us take the prescribe medicine that was
once given by Bob Marley the Legend
One love, one heart, let's get together and feel all right
Stop the wars it's time to heal the scars
Before restoration, eradicate the bug of degradation
Before raising your evil hand
Think about Jamaica our little island
Restorative Justice, let this be our new practice
If your illegal skillful hands swept through
Ms Chin's shop, the time has come for you to stop
Where is her generator? Go find it and bring it back
Communities are practising mathematics
But division is all they do
What about subtraction?
Subtracting the pain, the hurt, the guilty shame
- Daron Chosen Smith
Keep the dice rolling, JA
Life is so amazing
I go to the moon and the stars above with you,
Let's take full control 100 per cent
Max every payroll,
We have King's house here, get me a vintage Rolls Royce here,
We are royalties here; our every word is royalty,Mothers, fathers take control,
Sisters see the birth controls
You're all Queens with dreams, and goals,
Brothers, let love, peace and respect take control,
Ballin outa control, not necessary
We visionaries not adversaries,
JA, Let roots reggae, poetry and lovers rock
Take control, we got infinite goals,
We royals here, no one must go a next day poor,
Of wealth or love,
A jewel, pure from God hands we are,
Let's take 100 per cent control
Let's keep the dice rolling and love outshining
Most amazing JA and everlasting.
- Kurt Brown