Let's play pretend.
Pretend that tomorrow will forget to come
And we must live as best as we can from today
Smile at our neighbours, wave to our friends
Greet our enemies and invite them out to play
Freely give hugs and kisses that have long been in store
Tell our families how much they mean to us
Just in case we won't see them anymore.
Let us act as if the world is at our feet
Will we not open our minds and reach for our dreams?
Suppose we were to walk away from negativity,
Towards that beckoning light -
Do you think the way to our dreams will be made more clear?
Try and not only will the result be conclusive
It will be rewarding.
Play with me.
Let's pretend that now is all that we have
Do you want for us to forget about yesterday's pain
And forgive those who have hurt us?
It will be fun, let's try it!
Then we'll be at peace with our enemies
We'll be friends with our neighbours
Our families will know how we feel about them.
- Millicent Pryce
Dearest sweet Mother Mary
Where is God?
He is not in the fire
He is not in the wind
He is not even in the earthquake
He is the still small voice of your hands.
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
Independence; freedom, self-reliance, self-reassurance.
Independence goes far beyond our daily expectations; it begins in the mind of creativity, travels to the heart vessels with anxiety and controls the soul of man to withstand any animosity.
Independence is the back pain-toiling of a single mother, doing the impossible and creating the possible for her children. Independence captures the very core of the tutor's teaching and enters the imagination of the pupil's mind or the man who, no matter the cost, always a defensive driver or a schoolgirl in a store, chooses not to follow her peers to become another statistic of a petty thief.
Independence is having that confidence that one cannot be independent if not dependent on God.
Independence is a lifetime commitment.
- Tamara K. Ingram
I miss the times we spent together free in each other's arms
I miss your curious lips that engulf every inch of my body
I miss your erotic kisses that send my soul into oblivion
I miss your audacious persona that never fails to inspire the rebel in me.
I miss the freaky things you do that capture my mind so sinfully
I miss the tranquility I feel when our bodies eclipse so magically
I miss the way your voice resounds in my head like an enchanted melody
But, most of all, I miss the sight of my unborn child in your hazel eyes.
- Janeese Lawman
The storm approaches my sight,
with the winds powerful and deadly
such might, cleansing the earth it's alright.
Although it gives people fright, with God's help
it's alright for the beautification of a nation live in life's celebration, unity builds hearts and minds to be strong .
when the cloud clears and the sea is calm.
We know the storm is gone.
- Lady D
Me with my conscience
You know what it is with people like me
with an overactive conscience?
We are too full of ourselves!
Why is it that we feel the need to help in every situation?
As if our brand of solution
will bring some grand breakthrough.
For heaven's sake, why do we force or even allow ourselves
to be nice to people we do not like?
Is it so that we can be admired by all?
Really, what's with our obsession
with taking the high road
and doing the right thing all the time?
What is it that we plan to do when we succeed in all this
look down on others, who
out of weakness or sheer depravity have been unable to do so?
Honestly, who are we to deprive anyone of their divine human right to be right to imperfect?
See, now my conscience has become it's own destructor
as it has taught me one thing,
never to think I am better than others
So now, in order to please my conscience
I'll have to get rid of it!
- Kadian Joiles
Arise oh, you would be
Mary Seacole for Haiti
Hear the rally cry
Take up the stone
That slew Goliath to
Heal mangled broken bones
Keep the whole together
and heaven home for the dying
Empty your hearts' compassion
on the Haitian part of me
No last office for Haiti
No longer 'The Pedagogy of the Oppressed'
(A book by Paulo Frierre advocating for the liberation in education instruction)
.....Hands not just for praying..... But for working....
Restore, renew, resurrect
forget the white cliffs of Dover
For the world needs you!
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
The pain of love
You say you love me, but that's how much
You say you care about me, but me you refused to touch
You kissed me once, yet you were sad
I was so happy, I felt so glad
You know I'm married, so what's the big deal?
Is this a fake love or is it for real?
Each time I think of you it brings me pain
To know you leave me to soak in this love rain
Just tell me what I am to do
Now that it seems I am slowly losing you.
- Rosemarie Dinnall
Love is like a big rose
Growing from a little seed
With lots and lots of flowers
Just like a precious red heart.
It is just like a magical pencil
That never stops working
Always having its power
With a magical rubber heart on the top.
Love is like a Christmas gift,
That you can give away to friends
With cards, letters and pictures
And sweets and teddy bears.
It is as wide as the ocean
It is as deep as the sea
High as the birds flying
It is as wonderful as it can be.
Loving someone is good
Also loving your neighbours
And your friends
But most of all, I love myself.
Engaged in her chaotic dance
Without a backward glance
Hurricane tore at river's heart
By ripping her banks apart
As she spat fish and debris
From her churning pits
Trees and houses tumbled
River rumbled and grumbled
Ravages of nature were all around
Where once peace did abound
River's angry goal
Begged to take a soul
Who she would beckon in
To pay for hurricane's sin
Deceptive blue skies
And river's calm lies
Lured the swimmer
Into the then dead calm river
Rage turned to peace
This was his last breath
As the swimmer was sucked to death
Within river's cold and murky depth.