POEM OF THE WEEK
Just tired of it,
I am telling you the truth
Every time rain fall
I have to take one of the alternate routes.
Sligoville bad and Barry is just the same
Regardless of which one you take, the roads turn single lane
Is six a one an' half-dozen of the other
Only sorry the train stop run, I just can't bother
From once you have heavy rains
The Gorge is a problem
And no agency is able to solve them
Even boulders falling off the hillside
And it more devastating than when two vehicles collide.
So all of this gives me a reason
To be careful of the Gorge during the rainy season
My journey may be longer
And I will reach whenever
It is better to be late than never
- Ricardo Cole
For the people
We have a situation right now in our nation
Partiality is rampant, based on my observation
They say hard work pays off, but that's not always true
Sometimes you just gotta know somebody and sometimes somebody just gotta know you.
Question is how far you're willing to go, who you're willing to do.
If education is key, how come it's not for free?
I understand that's not even possible with the state of our economy
So what will happen now to poor people like me, who have the brains and
The will but can't pay the school fee?
The gap between rich and poor is way too wide, watch crime break down
The barrier, now the two can collide.
I know who I am, who I'm not, and who I want to be;
So I'm not the least bit fazed by how you might see me.
Where I come from is not who I am, so the police shouldn't kick me down
Simply because they can.
How can you shoot the baby because his daddy is a gunman?
It's no shoot-out if you're the only one firing a high-powered weapon!
There's just one thing that I don't quite get,
If the wages of sin is death, why is it that you're not dead yet?
- Nattalie G
Gone too soon (for Delisser Thomas)
I felt your warm embrace
You're cold and speechless
And there's nowhere within us
To contain your departure
The obituary now boasts your face
The Earth accepts you - by coercion
Oh, how you would have wanted to smile again
To create another memory
But all your plans have been arrested:
Swallowed up by yonder
Your pleasures have been voided
Your thoughts extinguished
And all things with you are now
And silence embraces you indefinitely
Eternity took your hand surreptitiously
Infinity welcomed you prematurely
And, oh! If I could redefine reality
But such power is beyond me ...
Destiny devoured your mortality
With it's gruesome grip
It stung you with it's venom of forever
And you succumbed
Now your absence feeds upon our minds
You perish ... fading out of time
And there's nowhere within the vessels of our souls
To contain your departure
Nowhere to absorb
Nowhere to pacify
Nowhere to heal
Nowhere to live ...
- Orette C. Burke
Like the dust on a threshing place in summer
Grey mists of a morning fog in July
As a wren without a voice discover
Beauty fades in the blink of an eye.
Like a first love you will always treasure
May dreams of a young heart lies
As youthful dreams bid goodbye forever
The lazy dawn stretches across a yawning sky.
- Kimika Prawl
The strange girl
You see me all the time
And, to you, I'm one of a kind
For we are not enemies
Nor will we ever be friends
You often stare, and sometimes wonder
Who am I? A question pondered
Researching deeply to see what you can find
But all discovered were bags filled with lies
Antisocial and secluded are words used to describe
Not the usual friend someone would prescribe
No chance given
For I have already been branded
I'm not exactly who you want me to be
I'm shaped in my ways
Strengthening every single day
Knowing little, but making up much
My heart, for sure, you can't touch
Awaiting the point, where I remove my mask
You'll never know until you ask.
- Charlene Harris
Jamaica guh haad an dun
Jamaica guh haad an dun,
Di Olympics neva start till team JA touch dung,
Wen wi touch di track inna black, gold and green,
Jamaica sell-off, di fastest athletes di worl' has eva seen.
Usain Bolt defen' di title - 'Di fastest man in di worl'
Shelly touch the 100m an' show everyone she a di numba-one girl,
Yohan Blake, wi call him 'The Beast',
A only pon gold an silver dat man feast.
Hansle Parchment run fast like tief,
Fi reach di podium him neva cheat,
Him jump ova hurdles like him own dem,
Him mek wi proud, caah eva figet him.
Team Jamaica tek London by storm,
Mi proud a di way wi athletes dem perform
Dem represent well an' leave dem mark,
About Jamaica di worl' ago foreva talk.
Big up did coach dem, nuff respect an' love,
But wi give all praise to di man up above
Cause him smile dung pon Jamaica,
An 50 years later
Wi independent, moving up, naah lie, tings lookin' betta.
VCB, Frater, Asafa, Carter, Nickesha - all di athletes do dem ting,
Mr Warren Weir, you been hiding?!
Wen yuh come out an' touch di track,
Yuh lef dem odda bwoy a back.
Nuff respect to everyone,
Jamaica land we love, 'no problem mon',
We are a great people, 'out of many we a one',
Live, laugh, love, enjoy di niceness inna wi island,
Team JA, a pure celebration when you come home from London,
Team JA, YUH REALLY GUH HAAD AN DUN.
- Nastassia Aikman.
Knew no lover who wasn't drunk:
Dirty men who called her 'bitch'
Making her boudoir pillows blush,
Upsetting the goose-down mattress
Drowsy with weeks of insomnia.
And watch them shut
Oogling, beady eyes
And swear earth was removed;
Promising her cubical planets
And crystallised moonbeams.
But last eve's lover was sober
And spoke a fearful calm
Loved her an awkward tender
And made her nude too warm.
And her sheets had no complaints
And a satisfied headboard concluded
That Elvira was finally
- Alecia Sawyers
Now and then
Looking at our now and then
Our children grew to be gunmen,
Little girls they grew into women
Our now and then,
Show children who were not protected,
Now adults who have now neglected,
Who, in turn, will grow,
Into the adults they grew up to know.
So the future of now will play out the same,
For growing children is just a game,
So mothers will breed
Then let them go,
Fathers will leave,
For they will grow,
Without a doubt
Nobody cares how they turn out.
For our adults now were children when
Grown in a time by adults then,
Who were once children
But who knew
The future would die
From our neglect.
For it's so sad to say,
The children work
While the adults play.
- Kaydian Carney
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