(In memory of the late Jevaughn Brown - 14 year old student of Ardenne High School)
He who came from watery womb
Was claimed by water in a pool
As he embraced a charge from school
Regarding community service.
His life with us was short, but rich
And although he will be deeply missed
We applaud him for his selfless gift
Of commitment to community service!
The pools of tears loved ones now shed
Will hardly drown their hearts
But will, instead, hold memories of
A youth who played his part.
All that is left for us to say
Sits pensively - out of sight.
Jevaughn was called to travel.
He has moved to 'higher heights'
And now, the pool of water which
Contrived to give him rest
Is looking on in silence
Its face stained with regret.
- Erica Brown Marriott
A mother's grief
If tears could absorb a mother's blows,
as they softly fall from lips twitching to cry
and to hold - if the Love for a child
that bonded from the womb to this,
so soon - if the raindrops shimmering in her eyes
could print the vision she held
for an only son so young -
if one's heartache could gather in the voidness
where wounds grow as she whispers 'No' -
If the memories flooding her mind
collect in each teardrop that drips from tortured lips -
they could not tell the pain that silence is -
biting her lips, tapping her toes
as she whispers ' No, no, it's not so'.
- Homer Sylvester
Ode to lost children
Mothers, you gave birth in agony
But your pain turned to joy
As your little child grew from baby to boy
or little girl with a cute toy.
You saw the growth and development of your children
You rebuked their childish plays
and remembered your own mischievous days
your own long ago stubborn ways.
You saw yourself mirrored in them but much more,
as their distinct personalities emerged.
They were unique, impulsive, full of verve.
They were flamboyant or inhibited, getting on your nerve.
You had faith in them becoming better than you - because you're here.
Now you weep Rachael, weep for your offspring
killed in innocence just for a little bling
Weep for the one who was yours even from a fling.
Weep in agony even for those who are not yours
Weep! Your cries are not in vain
for your prayers are unfeigned
Weep to a God who rules and reigns.
Fathers, don't tough it out
Or you'll kill that nigga for your hands are a-quiver
Cry or cry out. Talk or shout out.
Get counsel, don't mumble
Or you'll lose your mind
And walk the street because you-a pine
Cigarette won't remove it
Weed won't heal it
But God will judge it
God's ears are not dull
His hands are extended
He is the worldwide Director of Public Prosecution -
He is judge, jury and executioner
The guilty ones freed by the lower court should be concerned about the higher court
for the seven detestable things to God include:
a lying tongue,
hands that shed innocent blood,
a heart that devises wicked schemes,
feet quick to rush into evil,
and a false witness. (Prov 6:16-17)
- Ouida Williams
God knows who you are
You stole his life,
wrist watch and his phone..
so bold, greedy and brazen.
No regard for a young precious life,
your act was so obscene.
You could care less you wanted to create a scene..
To you God wasn't looking it seems,
blinded with callousness and the determination to steal....
God isn't afraid to recognise you,
he was watching
he sees and he knows you,
every detail of your being,
he didn't fall asleep when you boarded that bus,
and used that weapon to create death and destruction
on the life of a young innocent and handsome one.
His own belongings,
God sees you and he knows you,
he recognises you with the blood of an innocent young man on your hands..
Getting home was on his mind ,
until you erased his plan,
cruel, cold blooded murderer
with your knife in your hand...
Your mind is dark,
but that young man has found light in a beautiful land...
Sleep on young man, you're safe in Jehovah's peaceful hands. May his soul rest in peace ...
The clock chimes 5 and work is done
Nine to five shift is complete and everyone is heading home
Desperate people, longing for familiar comfort
But to get there, is serious business.
Government provided public transportation is highly unreliable and keeps within standard, of which many citizens don't abide.
Hence most prefer to be packed like sardines in a tin
And even that simile is highly minimised to the actual situation that occurs
People, packed like corned beef in the tin
No where to turn, no space to breathe
Strangers brace on each other for support
And together sustain the brutal impact of the driver's foot on the pedal-
Insensitive to the feel of the passengers as they bear it all on already worn out feet.
If unity of mind and spirit could be replicated as this real scene,
The world would be a better place
But we will not allow individual ideas and theories to collide in harmony,
To make the world a better place.
Simply bitter people who allow unkindness to fall from their lips like melted butter
Burning all and anyone it contacts.
It's unfortunately the opinion of the biggest and baddest 'bull' who has the most talk,
Then try to set the whole world in motion;
A system under which we all have to survive.
Otherwise called cult and risk being ostracised by society,
A risk that not everyone is willing to take
So they settle for what is easier-
- Melissa-Ann Campbell
May my Memory Never Leave
To Alzheimer's Disease, may you
Be a lost memory, may the world
Forgets that you existed
As you're nothing but hard times
Just as emery.
When the beds of our memory
are shallow from drought
Words of special memory
they just don't flow from thy mouth
A mind is then a forest fogged by nature
But how then does my mind work like this
Like this poem my thoughts they started
with no clear intent or path but yet they're,
It thinks about thinking what to think
then it stops and forgets it all
The confusion is endless as taxes due Caesar
or as the wind that walks but never tire,
or as endless as our imagination but is it?
Sometimes it's like being in an orchard of grapes
Weighing each before picking
It makes no sense, but then to some that is life
That is faith, that is religion,
or a wall to keep people out, when we're one!
Alzheimer's, you're just a wall keeping loved ones out.
Wherever life's journey leads us
May our thoughts be guided by
Memories rich as freshly painted walls
in Christmas times, pure as snow falls
white in times thereof.
Like limbs our thoughts grow from
our character, limbs or seeds?
As our memory is a planted seed
Sometimes it grows sometimes it dies.
We make a good Team but I never feel as if
I'm ever close enough to you, never leave
me in this chaos, memory
As if all else is lost
I will still remember to grieve
May my memory never leave
It is only our hope dementia be diminished to
nothing and Alzheimer's be forgotten
as an ancient ruin,
The ruin it is.
- Sandre O. Lowers
(a sonnet for the innocent)
food not much
but such is such
but I listen and dance with Aretha Franklin
this suffering is from others evil not my sin
I still have a song
I've done no wrong
but living like a prisoner incarcerated in this island
chained, whipped, spat on, striped in the sand
I ain't no scamma man
I worked hard with a plan
overwhelming a particular evil to kill the innocence
shatter to pieces those whose justice is with sense but without a cent
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
I got up one morning with hunger pangs
And felt the spirit of great oppression
I looked through the window and saw some gangs
My heart went into a little depression.
Then I remembered the scripture about Mary
And at her master's feet which she chose
That she would put on some cheer
She took the best part so she could not lose.
I began to read the great Book day by day
My faith grew stronger and I began to illuminate
Breakthroughs appear year after year
And a light appeared and I started to radiate.
- Hortense Francis
Taking deep breaths, slowly
Training my thoughts to embrace the unthinkable
The far reaching fantasies
Embedded in my mind
When compared to my reality
Yes, the unthinkable
A perched smile
A laugh out loud moment
I do that
Every now and then
It's not madness if you talk to yourself
It sometimes help
I envisioned that happy place
A wry grin
Spread across my face
It becomes real
Though most times
It's really just make believe
It's an elusive concept
So easily replaced
The feel, the moment
Can be so difficult to define -Precisely
It can be surrounded with so much controversy
But important to me
Is self sufficiency
If I maintain that
Then it is easy to envision me
It is what I make it to be
Fantasy versus my reality
Turning On The Joy
Across the oceans, in the land of America
Somewhere down South, near the City of Atlanta
Lives a precious lady, with a heart of gold
Quiet and demure, yet courageous and bold
Fair haired beauty, with eyes that melt
A spirit of kindness, by all, is felt
A woman of prayer, who loves the Lord
A woman whose heart beats with one accord
To the love of her life, Jesus of Nazareth
His Good News of love, from her you will get!
The devil, somehow, has broken her heart
And caused the joy from her to depart!
He has wiped the smile from her face
Only to have sadness and tears, in their place
Shelly oh Shelly, it makes me so mad
Happiness, please return and make her heart glad!
I lift you up to God in prayer
Demonic forces watch out! Here come Michael the Slayer
I pray God to send His heavenly host
To guard and protect and to take post!
Around your heart and mind, stand guard all day and night
And bring you out of the darkness, into the light!
My dearest friend the one who has shown me the Way
Turn that frown around and enjoy your day!
The light in your eyes and your beautiful smile
Makes me want to travel many a mile
To find a way to turn your sadness into joy
Quis Ut Deus, smashing the enemy's ploy
When you need to cry, on my shoulder you can depend
Come now, take heart, my beautiful friend!
- Broken Heart
HEAR DI CHILDREN'S CRY
Every day di children dem jus a bawl out,
Hear di children's cry Blaine a talk bout.
Di poor pickney dem full up a so much self-doubt
An di moment dem try fi talk, yuh tell dem "shut up yuh mout!"
Di children have a right to express
An a right to happiness.
Dem have a right to education fi achieve success,
Mek wi treat dem wid respeck, dem life wi nuh fi moless,
Cause a one life dem have, nuh mek dem live it wid regret.
A full time wi put a stap to chile abuse,
Mi tyad everyday fi jus a seet pon di news!
A full time dem know a innocent life dem a kill,
Wi really need fi jine wid Betty-Ann Blaine inna har priya vigil.
As adults wi have a great responsibility,
Fi proteck di children's rights is our duty,
Wi need fi treat dem wid fairness an no partiality,
Cause equal rights an justice a fi every baddy,
From di mada to di fada to di likkle baby!
- Shauna-Kay Douglas