New Year's Resolutions
How often do we make them?
Yearly, I suppose.
How many have we kept?
Just the ones we superimpose.
How many times have we said: "Old habits I will lose?"
Yet, without thinking ahead
With each New Year
The same resolutions we recruit
New friends we promised ourselves to seek
Yet the old ones, with bad influence, are set on repeat
Passions fade; new self-respect we declare
New promises made, at least to those we hold dear
New goals we try hard to attain
Sometimes, even our best efforts wane
And we fail to obtain
A myth, fashion or facade
But we continue to make them every year
How many times have we promised to have our character refined?
Be nicer, gentler and kinder to mankind
Often we say these things but not with a sound mind
Mostly under the influence of the party vibes and fine wine
Usually, on New Year's Eve night.
But come January morn
'Tis the start of a new dawn
Just put your plans in action
Words can be declared upon reflection
Harden to the world around you
Keep it real and to thy self, be true
Take and give in equal dole
Resolutions, kept or not and even those untold
Remember you answer, to you alone
- Charmaine Wallace
They leave their mark engraved deeply on the walls of time
Never to be forgotten, a lasting legacy, and a treasured memory.
With the seeds of courage, strength, long-suffering and unfailing
Ever-abiding hope. Watered by their blood, our lives are shaped by
Their sacrifices, our courage by their bravery.
They have paved a path that we might follow with strict obedience
To the principles they embodied - unwavering determination, the
Willingness to stand and fight against the odds, the greatness of a people, a legacy no other can attain.
They are the patron saints, the just redeemers, the heroes
That knew no ends. For this we salute their lives
And lay the roses of our thanks across their graves.
May they rest in peace
- Jahan Myrie
You should be locked into me.
With no thought
hope of detachability ...
... Much like Margaret's fish hook.
- Candace McGibbon
My Body Parts
I have many body parts you see;
Which are very important to me.
My eyes and mouth help me to see and talk;
My knees bend and my feet walk.
My nose helps me to smell very well,
With the help of a pair of round nostrils.
Without my ear it would be impossible to hear;
And without the fingers, I would not be able to tear.
The most important body part is my wonderful brain
Which controls my entire body.
Thank you, God, for such a wonderful design
Since all my body parts are working fine.
- Keturah Christmas (age 7)
Death is a thing that kills
It is a thing that is ill-fated
It regards no life in you and me nor itself in itself
Progress report is me
Into it I am; studying I am studying
Death reminds me of wisdom in me
and it and that is it in me all the way in me and you is
- Charlene Medwinter
Between these walls
Between these walls,
love divided by loyalty equals hurt - here spirit rises stretched, hassled and stressed, here promises flash and snap
These walls record years, pains printed by political games,
here memories are shot of youths vs the cops,
where the media scores with stress
choking the poor - for these walls erect words
where voices whisper danger
graffiti cries amid these walls - faces, names and numb alarms
Here pain tosses vain with no ears to hear tears,
squeezing splinters as grief erupts on silence.
Between these walls grief meets,
here walls raise voices of blood, of mothers' love,
of children stolen and justice frozen
here on these walls spring names, where freedom's finding exit
in tangled tears in mirrors, revolving mirrors -
A brotherhood slashed by orange and green -
A bartering of the self,
between these walls.
- Homer Sylvester