POEM OF THE WEEK
Who remembers having soup on Saturday?
Sure you do! It was customary to see Mom in the kitchen as early as the rooster crows
Preparing turnips, pumpkins, carrots, Irish potatoes. Oh yes! Who can forget the flour dumpling?
Dumplings without cornmeal and as huge as a cartwheel,
Yellow yam as dry as starch, and cocoa too
Garlic, dasheen, escallion and, yes, the Scotch bonnet pepper for that flavour
Do you remember that big aluminium pot that was only used on Saturdays?
For soup, whether its chicken feet
Red peas soup with salt beef and soup bone
Green gungo soup with salt beef and soup meat
Manish water with goat meat or fish tea soup
You had no choice in the matter, not at age nine or 10
You either had mom's soup or went hungry
As you grew into a teen, you found out that you did have a choice
To go on the road and buy fast food
With friends who were rebelling themselves
No more soups
It wasn't macho to stay at home having soup when
All the community boys were going to Saturday matinee with their girls, or so you were led to believe
Have you continued the tradition with your family now that you are all grown up?
Or have you thrown wind to that which has identified us as Jamaicans?
What do you remember about your soup experience?
Which is your favourite soup?- Wayne Campbell
This girl is on fire!
Be careful what you wish for.
It will come to you!
I was searching for a hot girl.
My wish came true.
I met this girl who was so hot
That I started feeling the heat too.
She had hot flashes ... menopause.
I thought it was voodoo!
- Anthony E. Morgan
I am ready to love
Let me love you like no other has loved you
No distraction, no holding back
No crazy jealousy, no hasty fling
No hook-ups about the ex
Leave the past in the past
Let's go out and make a blast
I want the present to be the best
And the future better than the rest
A prosperous one filled with adventure.
I am ready to love you
Let me express the great feeling that I feel for you
Let the angels fold their wings at the display of our love
Let us dream magical dreams
And let us make them a reality
See the princess marry her prince
Watch the butterflies decorate the heavens as my love descends like a dove
Red roses bloom brighter as my love multiplies.
I am ready to love you
Your love means so much to me
I have grown to love you, can't you see?
You make me blush so easily
Your smiles touch me so delicately
Heart to heart connection
Soon a whole bodily connection
Ultimately a soul to soul connection
Magically, mystically mesmerising
Your aura is so appealing
This connection is so revealing
Concentrate on me and you because I am ready to love you.
- Erika N. Heslop
I need you, you need me
My love upsets you; wade in bitterness,
Call us 'Mr and Mrs Smith'; it'd be closest to the truth,
I need you and I'm not psychotic,
You weakened my bloodline; call me anemic.
Push me with the vibration from your walking hips
Inject me passionately with healing medicine from your sacred lips
My tears speak loneliness to the pillow of
U missing - WE kissing
I need you, don't you need me?
Ask not for what you won't be able to decipher,
Your expression of love strongly wavers,
To utter my needs upon your eardrums would be murder,
Ww wrote ... love quotes, we love, you, I
But how to heal your loneliness when we ne'er see eye to eye ... ?
My heart is like a computer, this absence in silence let's start to devour.
I'm not Chris Brown, but be my Rihanna,
Wrap me up with floating hearts
And stride with me under this secret umbrella.
Build the brand bridge in this gap called separation
Let this space on our keyboard be obliteration.
I need you.
Need is your illusion,
'Deserted' too long, I struggle with the bubble of hallucination
Love was the mirage; I could never be your Rihanna, I'm too crisp
Seems like I was your psychiatrist
We lived it la vida loca in your delusions
Your heart was a computer
Too hard for my software.
I craved your attention
But call me 'chemicals' you had me in suspension.
Like Jesus, throw love at me, from the top of your mountain,
Run it down to the sea of my right knee.
Set aside your eye shadow,
Put down your face brush,
Take me and let's make up.
Why don't you love me?
I've asked countless times,
If questions were a felony, you'd make me commit a crime,
I need you, you need me? Do you ... I drown in your dearth of verbs,
If this was the Nobel prize of love, you'd be awarded for your words ...
... only your words
I feel as if this is one of the random days,
Where love means nothing I won't say only, but show,
Like Emo-Kid, I keep forgetting to remember
Our distance, let's lay it on the mat, I know God likes that.
I need you, you need me.
Turning the wheels of sorrow, leave doubt - let it be blown away.
A stick from my pocket striking a box from your purse,
We're burning our days of blunders right before ToL's hearse.
- Daron Chosen Smith & Shanoye Norman
(Think Out Loud Poetry Group)
My love cocoon
Love flows from my love cocoon
It overflows from me to you
Like a cup that is full and overflowing
My love is overflowing
Like water rushing down the mountains and into the oceans
My love cocoon overflows
My body is full
Filled with the juices of love
Strawberry, cherry, pineapple and grape
My heart oozes out red liquid
Sweet and succulent
Love flows from my love cocoon
Soon it turns into a lovely butterfly
So radiant and so bright
Soaring like an eagle that has taken flight
Visualise my love cocoon
Unleashing a love that is rich and pure
Like a body that is filled with liquid and ready to burst open
It releases through my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth
And sends signals to my toes and fingertips
My love cocoon is mature and ready
Ready to open up
Exposing its innermost parts
Expressing the beauty that is within
Experience the energy and dance to the rhythm of my love cocoon.
- Erika N. Heslop
Wi a suffa roun' here!
Pickni hungry an' wah fi go to skool but dem nuh have di bus fare.
Wi hungry an' wi cyaan even buy bulla an' pear.
Wi a ded! Wi a suffa roun' here!
Nuh money tu spen' an' dis a di en' a di week.
Di house have needa winda nar door an' di roof a leak.
Mi caana dark. Mi future bleak.
Pikni hungry an' a cry.
Di 'kraas' a livin suh high.
Wi get some scrap metal fi try
But dem mussa wah wi fi die
Su dem put dat deh sit'n pon stan'-by.
Mi a tief light.
Mi kno seh dat nuh right
But di 'infration' a gi mi a big fight.
Pikni hungry. Dem can't be fed.
Wi hungry an cyaan buy bulla ar bred.
Funeral expensive! Undataka nuh tek chek!
Dem dig out yu yeye jus' fi bury di ded.
Ooman bawl out, Lawd, mi hungry till mi belly a bun mi.
Mi go to mi six baby faadas an' dem cuss mi an' run mi.
Mi cyaan beg man cah dem only wah fi wheel an' tun mi.
Mi a tief wata.
Mi nuh have nuh help fi look afta mi six sons an' one dawta.
Di utility companies dem a kill wi.
Wi is like lamb to di slawta.
Look pah di struggle an' hardship wi haffi endure.
Wi sik an tired. Wi cyaan tek it nu more!
Dem cum fi kill wi because wi poor.
Mi pikni dem a suffa. Mi nu have nut'n eena mi purse.
Mi a do mi bes' but tings a get worse.
Mi try everyting but povaty stik pah mi like a curse.
A su di ting set.
Tings tuff. Mi an' mi pikni dem a fret.
Wi squatting an' cyaan pay wi debt.
Some a wi mek 'X' beside di head an som beside di bell.
Politicians come wid sweet mout' but affta election wi suffa like hell.
Wi a suffa roun here! Povaty bind us like a spell!
- Anthony E. Morgan
Restorative justice: The antidote to crime
Spawned from moral decay and desperation
Reared by greed and intimidation
Is that a crime?
Let me thrive on your fears and be apathetic to the shedding of your tears
Let me grow from your culture of hopelessness which bleeds your voice of action and social consciousness
This augurs well for me, for generations
The haemorrhaging of a 'semi-justified' nation
Yes, you may imprison my mind and body without rehabilitation
But that mirrors a doctor prescribing drugs without any examination
For the root of the problem still lingers and anticipates
The opportunity to sprout, bear fruit and tempt a vessel with its taste
But alas, what is this I see
A domino effect in the change of the mindset of those who were wronged and forced to grieve
Who realise that the power of forgiveness far outweighs pent-up hatred and anger
Who realise that releasing the burden of revenge can only make them stronger
So they extend the olive branch which only seems to get longer
It is through their bravery, how cowardice my act was highlighted
It is through their act of love and kindness I realise how my wrongful actions made me feel slighted
Me wronging society is no retribution for society robbing me of a fruitful past
Me wronging society is no retribution for society not giving me a chance
So the victim and offender find a common ground to heal and no longer is the act of peace concealed
I can replace the physical void I left by stealing what was yours
But the mental scars from my act, you may never ignore
But through our actions, we can only hope
That restorative justice the future will only show
So that the links in the crime chain can finally break
To spell out p-e-a-c-e, peace
What this world really needs
Democracy for sale
How many investors were never paid?
Many were duped into investing their life savings
How many politicians and political parties benefitted?
How many lives were ruined?
It was an alternative investment scheme
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times for many others
Court cases, law suits are everywhere
Cries of denial and despair fill the air
Everything surely has a price
Democracy for sale
Going once, going twice
- Wayne Campbell
Together we can do anything; We will rise
Imagine, living in a world where children are not safe,
Sometimes I sit and wonder if there's a safer place.
I want to be held by the hands of the Almighty Father,
For He alone can help me to push and go farther.
I want to smile, but at times it's hard,
For no matter what I do, I could never mend your heart.
It's not easy losing a friend, here today, gone tomorrow,
I wish I had an extra heart so you could borrow.
Mom watches the news every night with tears in her eyes,
'Cause she mourns for the mothers who visit their children on ice.
Then she looks at me with a forced smile,
For even though she's sad, she's happy I'm still alive.
It's crazy, just thinking how a mother or father could kill their child,
Why do they allow the devil to let them behave so wild?
So I pause for a moment to whisper a prayer,
Dedicated to all the children so God will give them power.
"Gentle Jesus meek and mild,
Look upon a little child."
BOW! What's that I hear?
Footsteps outside, I hide under my bed in fear.
Another one gone like the wind,
My heart leaps, my head spin.
What can we do in a society like this?
Stand up and face them? Fight fist to fist?
But what good will that do? What will be the prize?
I know together we can do anything, we will rise.
- Kimberly Ebanks