Jamaica ... money problem
So where do we start as a nation (at a crossroads)?
How do I guide my poetic pen?
Is it the qualifications that I need for a job (there are only a few)
Or criminals trying to steal what I have?
Could it be the woes of our ailing health sector (lack of technical equipment and other woes)
Or hunger induced by inflation?
Businesses proudly decorate our towns (amidst the deflated economy)
Beggars can be seen all around (sometimes with the homeless)
Brilliant minds gather on campus (universities have become businesses too)
Different approach but similar purpose
Capitalism unveils it's ugly lead
A burden of economy as heavy as lead
Oppresses our people
Conditions our psyche
So austerity prevails and caprice abounds
- Orette C. Burke
Consultation with love (For Cherene Lewis)
She came out in her splendour to look for me
It was then that I knew I wanted her to be
The pleasure of my youth, the joy of my days
The lover in my life from phase to phase
As the sun shone down that lovely afternoon
Her presence radiated and had me cocooned
In ecstasy and fantasy
Serenity and tranquility
Had she been so long known to me?
How could I possibly have felt that free?
It was her eyes that gleamed the promise of happiness
Her face which bore that aesthetic finesse
It was her smile that made my imagination lit
Her voice that healed my broken spirit
I'm in love and love's the best to consult
Somehow I'm confident of a good result
So I lay in my solitude after all these thoughts
And a gentle voice whispered from the bottom of my heart:
"If she loves you, I cannot tell
For it's just impossible for me to rebel
Against the laws of nature and time
By revealing to you the state of her mind
I know why and exactly how you feel
I just can't say if there's mutual zeal
But give me to her and with wisdom you'll know
If I'm there by the signs she'll show
And this I guarantee, I cannot lie
I'll always be worth another try
So I wish you the best on this endeavor
And if she loves you, I'll be there forever."
- Orette C. Burke
Cries of anguish
Eventide's on fire
The devil's desire
Spared were few
Death could be seen
From all view
Charred remains of civilisation
Arsonist witness say
Mourning, distress, deceased and fear
Could be seen on that sad day
Cries of frustration
- Karl Salmon
Prayer for my child(Dedicated to Javaughnte Davis)
Bless my child and guide his ways
Keep him from the evil days
Hold him; cover him 'safe and sound'
Lift him to higher ground
Help him grow to become a man
A man that will be strong, a man that will stand
Be his guide, his mentor, his light
Keep him out of danger's sight
Let him always be shining bright
Glowing through the darkened night
Fill him with your tremendous love
Let him be the peaceful dove
- Jonahlee Brown
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