The joy of the ultimate - Gold
Striving for gold
Digging deep into our inner resolve
Extracting the precious ore of the indomitable spirit
The bedrock that constitutes the core of our will to succeed
Unwavering under pressure
Enduring the heat of the inevitable test
Unyielding, unflinching, displaying the trait of noble character
The sum and substance of all that which is excellent
The process thus employed
Cutting away at the base of mediocrity
Applying dogged determination
Honing and polishing all that which is desirable
Eventually to realise the joy of the ultimate - Precious untarnished gold
- Errington Johnson
There is nothing quite
Like summer in the tropics
Birds singing, crowded beaches,
Blue skies and flowers.
One change, however,
Every year it gets hotter and hotter.
Mangoes are in abundance,
Glasses of lemonade, barbecued chicken,
Jerked chicken, jerked fish,
Bammy and festival.
But every year it gets hotter
yet, and hotter.
People are dressed to greet the summer
With bikini bared bodies, sleeveless dresses,
Shorts, hair worn in one,
Or cut in layers.
Because the ozone layer
Continues to disappear,
Every year that makes it hotter and hotter.
It is still summer in the tropics,
In the day and in the night.
Action both in colour and in light
Yet, although everything is bright,
Each year it gets hotter, hotter,
Yet, and hotter.
- Emma-June Bell
Miracle On Foot : "Tip Toe!"
"...We eventually wear down our welcome in this world"
No one but God!
You were not meant to get a ride
Sitting on the steps
You were mant to be refused
And for you to refuse with body language
The nos were to prepare you
A set timed divine appointment
For the miracle on "tip toe"
Walking right to you
At the University Chapel Mona campus
That Bahamian accent
In need of a "church service"
But doors closed after the end of the Sunday 7 a.m. Anglican worship....
Very significant trajectory
The Grand Bahamas
Birthplace of my maternal grandfather, Samuel G.Oliver
I now know why my mother so danced in the face of trouble
With the market basket from town from east to west
Don't worry if it is on foot
Mi neva born with foot to walk, "Club Feet" they say but thank God
For Sir John Golding who write
"Walk" on my physiotheraphy paper and if it is not one thing it is another
But if is one thing I can do is
Walk (Three Miles A Day)
Me have the most "beautifulest" foot in de entire world
No Miss World can compete
Me in my own league
Mi have mi own parade to "rain" pon
And I do 'love myself'
No one to throw you out on the streets
Say yuh foot smell bad in dem 'cris' car
Hand you wipes, spray air freshener all over you or something like that
Independence is a good thing
Hunger is sometimes more tasteful ... This is not ingratitude, so this is not meant for anyone in particular
So don't take it personally, but even the poor
And destitute know that napkins and cutlery should be served with the meal...
Nyam out yuh produce from the basket
And left you out ah door.
When one door close, another one open
And wide too
The Bahamas came to the rescue
On my trajectory
Straddling the "stateless' of Bahamian, Haitian and Jamaican lineages....
Carry yourself friend and your own load
Making me know God has knitted my destiny
And prepared me for a Bahamas reunion
All enfolded in one person who knew all
My "family" in the islands.
...The "arm of flesh will fail you ... you dare not trust your own"
"My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus name"...
We eventually wear down our welcome in this world
Indeed, God is splendid
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
Desperate for power
The rush it gives to conquer
The drive it pushes to torture
That forces him to make the helpless suffer
They think it makes them a leader
But in truth he is nothing but a dreamer
If the weak ever forgets to utter "Yes Sir"
His brain tells him he is succumbing to pressure
So he prey on the innocent to make him stronger
A good captain is not one who seeks to devour
But actually he whose goal is to empower
More important, the ability to be a listener
Instead, he always tries to be a defender
His fingers steadfast on the trigger
Ready to pull to make them surrender
But at the appointed hour
When it is time to deliver
The tail will be a failure
Because the head was just "desperate for power".
- Shuancie Barrett
I've stopped talking, you're not listening
I've stopped loving, you're not reciprocating
It's over, this nine day wonder was amazing
In love with myself, it was me I was fooling.
I'm not heartbroken, it was my choice
It's I who chose you, I've done this twice
You facilitated me, you didn't love me
You empathised with me, I was desperate and lonely
I'm tired of the show, it's taken a toll on me
Day after day, I kept pouring into you, now I'm empty
No WhatsApp, no email, no Imo, no communication at all
It's I who took the plunge, yes, it's I who have taken the fall
- Butterfly Ann