A NEW YEAR
A new year!
It's like fresh clothes for restless Father Time.
No need for baleful minds
To lure some idle hands to find
Work that the Devil carefully devised
To rip some hearts with pain
And conjure salty rain, from grieving eyes.
A new year!
Bright faces beam with expectations
For the gift of school.
Focus and determination
Must be ever present tools
Used by those who wish to obviate
The decadent streets of fools.
A new year
Still with memories of the past.
Some things will be salvaged.
Some might as well stay lost.
The year should muster courage
And be a constant friend to hope.
In the midst of any turmoil
There should be the will to cope.
What is existence really
If it interferes with dreams?
What is existence if it's spent
Enticing cruel schemes?
Are we not dead, though breathing
When we seek to hurt
Those who were made to co-exist with us
We may ponder upon these things
As the New Year nods and smiles
And prepares itself adroitly
To take us on this ride.
!Feliz ano nuevo!
!Paz y amor!
- Erica Brown Marriott
New Year's Eve,
Few minutes to midnight!
Like a revolving door
The old year was gently turning
To allow the new year to enter
But Old year, seem reluctant to go
Stood looking back at what had been
The new, looking forward to things unseen.
Like a revolving door, reluctantly turning,
Allowing the Old Year to pass.
New Year enters anxiously
With a whispered prayer of hope on his lips
"Lord of the Universe,
Controller of the times,
Hold us, keep us,
Guide us into an unseen age"
- Otis-May Wills
Refusing to see his reflection...
For decades his whole life of farce and satire
Was played out in everything.
Love was conditionally generous,
While a green eyed monster lurked within.
For women and those who bore his flesh.
Incarcerated through spite for her absence, her ambition.
To date bears indelible scars to adequately
Feigned love perpetrated,
We all suffered.
Tolerated in silence, His continued psychological and verbal abuse.
Then lie numb as he rummages through our secret garden.
Each posterity saw his reflection and despised
The cloud emanating from him.
From a long term heart break
Death bid and tore her away.
Yet he still refused to on cover the mirror, to see...
And stop playing victim
When he knew (or refused to acknowledge) that he was at fault.
Across the seas his love
Fails to be consummated.
He covers those mirrors
Brewing strife and sadness in that sacred space.
For he pines after that which never existed.
Behind the shores.
He established a foundation of anger, and painful emotions
Still playing on in his theatre of pernicious and mendacious lies.
Has exhumed/shattered everything back home
The impending reward
Awaiting him there
Is six feet by six feet;
A rectangular house made with mirrors that cannot be covered anymore.
A silent ceremony
And great celebration
That the curtains are down now.
And the theatre of Deception is finally no more!
- Christine Neil-Wright
The Year Ahead
The year ahead will not be paved with gold
But pregnant with opportunities
There will be stories untold
As new challenges await
Petals will unfold
Spurred to life
Many ideas to unwrap
Many open doors
Despite the ones now closed
A chance to make our lives worthwhile
Families become whole
To spread the love
And warmth of our smiles
Garnished with renewed hope
New bonds to form
As we relinquish the angst of the past
The year behind
Was paved with economic tremors
A volatile exhibit of crime
The new incumbent
And inexperienced President elect
His impact on our country
Too soon to predict
Crimes of passion
Engulfed our land
A new fashion of killing our beautiful women
But through it all
Nations have weathered the storm
The year behind
Was not the accepted norm
And so in earnest
We predict the unthinkable
Expect the unexpected
Pray for the best
And wait with abated breath
For The Year Ahead
- Charmaine Wallace
A New Heart Fah Di New Year
Man, wi country nice, an it would a even nicer if
everyone jus try fi live good,
Throw weh di animosity and display love and brotherhood.
Fi mi Aunty Matty seh people fi get real an get rid
a di plastic strain
Dat seem fi a mash up di brain, a render dem insane
An a cause di country so much pain.
She seh it teck little fi love, but much fi hate,
So fi di new year, open up love flood gate.
Let it light up an shine an illuminate di darkness,
An bring to mankind love and happiness.
Instead of a frown, smile, nuh cut yuh eye,
Instead of being a nuisance be a gem,
If is not a case weh yuh haffe lawfully defend life, no
matter what anyone duh yuh, even if
yuh get bun,
Nuh resort to di machete, knife or gun.
Try an find a good resolution,
To maime an kill is not di solution
Den remember seh di children dem a di future,
dem a di light,
Love an nurture dem an meck di future bright.
Dis ya new year meck wi turn ova a new page
Nuh matter what bleak circumstances, nuh matter
what di stage.
Ask God fi cleanse wi heart an let di love flow
An wi beautiful paradise Jamaica, wid all
di beautiful an talented people, will prosper and glow.
- Nalda Taylor-Wright