A West Indian compliment
Like a dust devil - a small compliment swirled out of hand
All eyes on Australia
Gayle force winds blew in lyrics as cool as winter winds in North America
Or cold was it? Cold or cool?
Whatever it was, the Internet blew up as quickly as a mean machine making its turbo spool.
Maybe he wasn't taught one of life's golden rules?
"There is a time and place for everything".
So beautiful, such a blessing.
"For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid" - then just be bold, why take cover?
Quite a bold move - on air, trying to bowl her over.
McLaughlin ... seemed to be laughing
A small chuckle, to contain composure
A name and smile now - has a more global exposure
Feedback positive, feedback negative
A friend said to me "It makes him seem cocky" - remember, though, all in life is relative
What do you think? Well, okay, for now it's
tentative - as we all have our own perspectives
To some it was cheeky - for others not, but yes, all criticism
Respect, though, to her professionalism
Let's raise our glasses - a champagne to women everywhere
Let's raise our glasses - a champagne to all who see what they want and take a dare
Like a dust devil - a small compliment swirled out of hand.
- Sandre O. Lowers
If I could
If I could I'd cry their tears
For my smiles trade their pains
I'd give them wings to fly
Far beyond the grasp of bitter years
As I skirts life's open roads
Of hurt and shame and broken dreams
If I could I'd wear their scars
Like diamonds etched in crown
I'd hang my soul on Hell's gate
Keeping at bay the devil's wrath
So they'll grow free
Chasing love and childhood dreams
- Anthony Gordon
Twenty-fifteen election date blank
The bobbing and weaving goes on
There are many more voters
To be placed on the voters' list
Has the maker spoken
Has the maker spoken to
The sea of green supporters
The sea of orange supporters
Ministers and candidates go greeting
The patting on shoulders
All in high spirits
Waiting to hear the election date
And this was it
The twenty-fifteen election date is blank
And the vuvuzelas blared
The twenty-sixteen election month is February
And the vuvuzelas blared
But no election date
Shocking to many
Surprising to many
Alarming to many
Aggravating to many
And many continue to go with
- V .O. Ricketts
Me deh give notice: Representation,
"Christ hath regarded my
Yes, my people
I hear your cry
for representation, not
cause you poor and African they can't spell or pronounce your name correctly
they only want to pronounce you dead
I have another guess for them
"Want no dead nuh call duppy"
and we living!
When me come to represent, I WILL BE PRESENT!
Me is de people
Me only have myself to give to you
but you is me and me is you
Vote for ME
for ME is YOU and YOU is ME
My people, we going to end misrepresentation
we going to boycott all those who want us to be invisible
poor, jobless to tun worthless, dem tun up, we tun dun
must talk with Mama P, Papa P, Baby A
and fi none no want me
me can always be independent, plenty letta not only P OR A in de alphabet
can spell nuff word
so me not making few letta make me illiterate
we will walk on foot
we on de 'CAN GAIN' trail
me ah call on you to be in the fight wid me
'cause is people like me who pay fare on your bus
listen, listen to me, my people,
for I have heard
Me see yuh, early morning 24/7 lift basket
roll de tyre while 'executive' gone on vacation
bank lock and you is one ah secure economy cash flow
'Whatever my lot'
God knows it is not a lot
but nobady naw thief mi birthright
mi land, mi hand,
rise up my people
beautiful breadfruit and tree
de sea, the rocky rockstone mountain way
whey granny crave and cut banana give me
bus de tune fi mi
let we teak ova
the patient knows about care!
cabbie Joe is de ambulance fi diabetic insulin injection
cut flat bridge, part red sea, swimmer Keith dive and
victim, save life, no government can pay fi fi him service
long before soldier arrive, extraordinary people on the ground apply first aid kit, push CPR
see mi meek it teak time
de people 'theyselves' dealt with the 'abstract'
'ah nuh one praya we pray'!
me roots in de tree
so no matter where me bush deh grow
all me leaves ah
Wherever me name deh ME can give account
if me neva deh deh dem can't call me name!
So call me, me ready fi
legislate on 'watergate'
Thank you, Jesus, fi se ME name
print bold pon ballot paper
tun MP, PM, Parliament
PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC!
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
Rest for the weary
The darkening sky foretell the coming night
When living creatures seek a place to rest
Yet some whose life is just an ebb and flow
Have no place to rest, no place to go.
A long day of toil or idleness is past
A day perhaps when neither work nor play brought joy
When contentment did not show its face
As hunger for life's treasures its illusions cast.
Some have beds on which to lay their heads
But sleep eludes them and they know not why
For pain or treasures push the sleep away
And restless passions draw their thoughts astray
Lord, grant me rest at close of day
Remind me, Lord, a prayer to say
A prayer not for myself alone
But for the world which, Lord, you own.
- Otis-May Wills
Hear you speak
I try to keep going
without Your wind beneath my wings
I try to be optimistic
about a future blessing I will receive
You're here I know
because I am still afloat
but how exactly does my future go?
I want to hear You speaking to me
I wanna feel Your presence near to me
so I can feel the strength to go on
and not worry about the 'here and now'
can I still claim Your promises
and will You grant them to me?
Father please intervene
I need to hear You speak.
- Nicole N. Watson
Is there a light at the end of this dark tunnel? Is there a way out these thoughts? This depression caves me in, my mind is about to spin.
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm all wrapped up and twisted.
So many excuses and so many lies
They keep asking, how am I this way and why?
Greet them with a smile so they can never tell. I am alive but dead, just look at the invisible blood I've bled.
Oh depression, your a friend of mine, your here for a while, might as well we eat and dine.
Listening loudly to a silent scream.
I'm not gone but my mind has drifted.
Don't expect much, this depression has got me twisted.
Empty and lost are the feeling I'm gifted.
Today is just yesterday's tomorrow
The trees dry up, the leaves drifted and this depression still has me wrapped up and twisted.
Don't feel sorry for me, am on my knees, begging God please, to free me from this depression that makes me feel I've got no needs.
I'll make progress, just let me be. The Father and I are working things out, finally!
- Davina Bennett
discarded like trash to the pavement
Bullets rips through the body
Tearing the soul from its vessel
Another ghetto child is left fatherless
To continue this vicious cycle
The hero he looked up to is no more
No one to teach him right from wrong
It doesn't matter how much she tries
Some mother's just aren't strong
The street welcomes this child
In its bosom it holds him close
In his mind he thinks this is where he belongs
Lacking a sense of direction he chooses wrong
What he doesn't understand is the path he walks
As an excruciating end
Can't blame his mother
she has tried
A mind is made up to take revenge on the ones who took is fathers life
And the cycle continues like pinning clothes out to dry
While she prays for guidance
Shots rang out in the distance
Tears roll down her cheeks
As news of her lifeless child came from the phone
A father's gift to his child which is nothing but a curse
For if he had stick around his son might not have ended up in a hearse
- Xavier Frazer
Immortalised through poetry
Even when I die
My voice shall cry
The mind`s eye
And when I rot
You will not forgot
You will hear my poetry
More than the ticking
Of the clock
I shall live, and live on
I shall give, and give on
Immortalised through poetry
As my words and I are one
Me, you will remember
January to December
Through autumn, spring
Summer or winter
I shall be alive
Each time my poetry is read
I shall be revived
Then shall you know that I
Have been immortalised
Printed upon the pages
My words are divine
Ink that will never fade
Between the covers of books
Treasured by the intellects
Immortalised in a place
No one will forget
My body may have perished
And become one
With the earth
But each time
You open a book
It will have been my rebirth
Page by page you turn
Age by age you grow
Generation after generation
Not only my name
But my very soul
Will be immortalised
In their thoughts.
In the hearts of those who
Shall revere me
I live on for eternity
- Leon Pryce
To plan for the future is to live for tomorrow
living today requires presence of mind .
To discover the self is to look in the mirror,
to not know yourself is to be totally blind .
The pursuit of pleasure can oft be your downfall -
affected sobriety causes premature aging .
To be resolute indicates strength of character ,
but obstinacy means you will not change your mind .
To be faithful in love shows purity of heart -
to be varied in lovers proves you are uncontrollable and wild .
To seek out knowledge you must be inquisitive -
to accept what you are told is the way of a fool .
Constant suspicion needs a mind that won't rest -
to trust everyone is a sure way to lose .
Bravado indicates ignorance of danger -
to be courageous is within every man .
To be wise is to continually search for the answers ,
but stupidity is to think that you have them all .
To be always unsmiling is to be dull and lifeless -
to laugh at nothing is the way of a child .
To be humble proves you know you are equal -
egoism means you think yourself better than all .
To accept God is to marvel at the mystery of life -
to deny him means you have figured it out .
Shining your light is expression of individuality ;
to be one of the crowd is to be lost in the dark .
Madness is to keep your mind stagnant ,
but exhaustion means you have worked it too much .
Vanity is to think you are special -
though it really is a shame if you think you are not.
- Kevin-Andrew Moreno Sheriff