Selection of poems
Life breaks us
Is it all as simple as it seems?
Is it so easy to put on a smile and pretend your happiness is real?
Are you hiding behind the long lashes that shade your eyes?
Is your vision still visible when your eyes are clouded by tears?
Are you encouraged or discouraged by the fact that as your tears flow
Life flows around you
Life picks up the good and the bad and carries it along to the ocean of dreams
Dreams that have come to life or dreams that have come to be buried?
Do you still taste the happiness on your lips after the pleasure is released?
Do you still feel the high long after the bottle breaks and the butt is out?
Does life give you thrills that make you reminisce for years to come?
The moments of excitement are quickly wiped away with one slip of your tongue
Years of effort on a ship that left you letting in waters of regret and anger,
Anger at the master builder? Anger at the captain? Anger at the passenger?
Who can you blame for your ship not withstanding the stormy seas?
Life is unsteady
We are thrown up and down on each flight we take
Are you able to withstand the turbulence? Or are you next to break?
We can sip our coffee slowly
We can even smile a little brighter
But if the coffee is bitter and the smile is fake
Life will eventually make us break
Are you able to stand?
For how long will life toss you up and down?
Life breaks us
It's always been a part of the Master's plan
The difference is how much can you withstand?
Before you are no longer standing in broken pieces
- Saccheen Laing
Act like it!
Act like you are an intelligent person,
Stop this fooling around.
You know you are better than that,
Take your reputation off the ground.
You won't realise how much these words are worth,
Girl, I have been there too.
I know what it's like to be afraid
And everybody think they can use you.
Recognise your value, little girl
Lift your head with confidence
Their careless actions don't define you
Learn from your mistakes, have sense.
Act like you are valuable
Stop dragging yourself on the floor,
Let people respect you
I know you can do so much more.
Let them not drag you on the gully banks
You have no place down there.
Do you want to live or be like them
In their squalor and disgust share?
Nasty-minded, fake, empty misery
Replaced with hope anew
They will try everything to tear you down
Because indeed they grudge you.
Tap into your creativity
Examine God's plans for you
Let not their evil deeds derail you
Instead, to greatness let it propel you
God is going use you, trust
You will go very far,
Be the change we want to see,
You are already God's brightest star!
- Simone P. Graham
Can you hear the drums beating?
Do you hear the footsteps approaching?
Can you hear the horns of the flashy cars blaring?
Do you see the lines forming as the supporters come out cheering?
The doors are flung open
As the parliamentarians come closer with their perfectly tailored suits and stush shoes
The seats are filled as the meeting begins
Some lean back with phones in hands
Such looks of disinterest as the plans for the future takes the centrefold
Children and women being raped and murdered on street corners
The disinterested look grows stronger
The prime minister flashes a bright smile
She seems caring just for a little while
Parliament is in session
We can't disturb
Ministers busy discussing the future of our country
We dare not say a word
The hours roll by and some step out when the tension gets high
If Jamaica could cry out she would ask us why
Why do we continue to rip her to pieces as the years go by?
Her beaches try the best they can to cover the bloodstained land
Shhhh, the speaker of the house is speaking
What comes next on the agenda is who next to represent us in this game of politics
The last word is spoken
The seats are cold again
What bright vision have they formulated?
The pen ink has dried
The bills have been signed
Yet we remain weak in our knees
The horns fade out as they leave
Betrayed with a smile as they tell us the suffering will only last a little while.
- Saccheen Laing
Sometimes because of ego and pride, we lose sight of what in life is most important
Not realising that in an instant, in one moment of insanity, it can all be lost; change is the only thing that is constant
The paradoxes of life draw a very thin line between love and hate
But I have to say I prefer the former, because it leaves me in a much happier state
Having met you, my life's garden blossomed a most beautiful flower
One I promised to cherish and prune not daily but every single hour
For a while I did but now I'm culpable
I should have protected it in times most vulnerable
Now my once most ravishing rose has suffered excruciating hurt
I wish I hadn't said anything,
I wish I wasn't so curt
Hindsight is always 20-20 vision
And now each night, each day I'm reminded of my initial mission
In penning this poem I really tried to find the most potent words to have you running to me without tarry
But by the second stanza I realised all I really wanted to say is, "Shermane, I'm sorry!"
- Jaipaul Powell