POEM OF THE WEEK

In Real Life

In the end

death is a very personal experience

each person takes the loss in their

own way

wrapped up in their own unique

memories with a grief

they alone can reconcile and recover

In the corridors of learning

I keep screaming

echoing

first-year English literature E100

poetry

because I would not ...

because I could not ...

because I did not ...

the proper quotation

"Because I could not stop for death ... He kindly stopped for me ...

The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality ...

Screaming "Emily Dickinson"... reading pages of prose analysis

Our carriage

our frail frame

our wheels of fortune unmet

our reduced to skin and bone

pain

cardboard grip of a soul

in real life

In the end

finally

death faced me with its own unique

finality.

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel lost, sad and depressed,

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just made to feel pain,

or I'm just dreaming

Sometimes I wonder if she left all that she was feeling on me

before she died

Sometimes she says "never let your enemies see your tears

it'll only give them strength to put you where they want you"

Sometimes I cry for no reason, as if confusion is my only season

No one is ever around, so sometimes can't define my happiness

that will never be found.

- Anjanique Nelson

Fear has manifested in my being, it stands

close to my soul, its image though faded

its shackles stands bold, this familiar

feeling this familiar cold, I've known for

too long this strangling hold, I try stand

besides my self while fear takes centre fold,

it seeks to impede me, it seeks to prevent my goals, but I will if I have to, with the strength

of my soul, but fear, why so persistent?

Did I harm you? Did I offend you?

Did I make you lose control? Your curtain

I've burned and this play, I'll take full control,

finally I'll replace your twisted view of this

world, with a view of my own! Gone are

the days when you tortured my soul,

you filled me with despair, you told me

life wasn't fair, you told me I wasn't meant

to breathe this air, but now you've fallen,

because its me you now fear,

you weren't even real, your image faded to

the air, and now I stand alone,

and to new horizons I stare!

- Santarno Wilkie

The Messiah

I die, hurting for you

my strokes, your hope

my torture, your anchor -

my bleeding thorn around my

head

a yielding mark around your

path

I die, hurting for you,

my hands on large nails

your heart with new faith

I die, with crowings of denials

you live with deepness of my trials

huge sword in my

side

large hopes for you rise -

with each scar on my soul

each joy for you show

with each nail to my suffering,

new growth to your

healing.

- Homer Sylvester

Why take di life of anadda?

Bullets flying dung di lane.

Mama Seeta's only son was slain!

Can u feel mama Seeta's pain?

Every baddy a bawl.

Anadda yoot just fall.

Rememba dis one an all:

Today fi Peta. Tomorrow fi Paul!

Har pain was very very hot.

Her only son was shot.

Di year before dat, har husband wuz murdered pan di same spot.

It wuz anadda drive-by.

Mi look up to di sky

An ask faada Gad why?

Dem kill di likkle yoot.

But di man dem who shoot

A go reap di same fruit!

Why take di life of anadda?

It cud be yu sista or yu bradda.

Why bring grief an pain to a madda?

If you kill an steal

An tink it can conseal.

One day it a go reveal!

Might as well you chill

Because if you shoot an kill,

One day you a go get di same pill.

If yu kill mi dawta

An mi son yu slawta,

One day yu a go drink di same bitta wata.

Dis is a message to every shatta.

A betta yu satta.

Babylon a go tek it to yu hatta.

Murda A nuh sit'n fi cherish.

Evil shall not flourish.

Di wiked shall perish!

Why take the life of anadda?

It cud be yu sista or yu bradda.

Why bring grief an pain to a madda?

- Anthony E. Morgan


Addiction: A battle for control

I struggle with you, I fight to gain control,

each time we engage in battle, you take a little

piece of my soul, my thoughts dance away with

the wind and then I lose all control,

I try to raise the bet, but you call my bluff

and I have no choice but to fold,

with each blow I grow weaker and my

will less bold,

I find myself trapped in the

mirror and my reflection in full control,

how sad it must be, my story untold,

the wounds of my battle may have done great

damage to my soul, but the pleasures of defeat

have left lasting stories to be told,

over time, these pleasures have slowly

corrupted the consciousness of my mind,

while my body stands firm as a witness,

it doesn't mind, but I will continue to fight

for victory will be mine, so here we are again,

as our inevitable battle unfolds, I stand firm

to face you, I stand bold! Addiction you won't

take my soul!

- Santarno Wilkie


I call on you

I call on you

To show me the way

I call on you

Each and every day

I call on you

When I'm down

I call on you

To remove my frown

I call on you

In my distress

For you alone

Can make my problems

Less

I call on you

To ease my troubled mind

Remove me

From this world

That's so unkind

For with you

Lord

Is where I'll find

True happiness

And

Peace divine.

- Theresa Peters


Equilibrium

Equilibrium is balance.

The balance I'm talking about is

Moral balance in the society.

We have to find the equilibrium between

What ought to be and what is.

For example: It has been taught that

We should love everyone

But while doing this we have to be prudent.

On the other hand, some people believe that

We should hate our enemies. But by doing this

Will it result in a greater good for the human race?

So my argument is.

We should strive to find the equilibrium

Of what is theoretical and what is practical.

There is a moral decay in the society.

But for those who are believers in virtue

After finding an equilibrium,

We must teach others to do the same.

And try to make an impact no matter how small.

I think that anyone who adapts this principle

Will have fulfillment in their life.

- Kerione Bryan