POEM OF THE WEEK - Sleep
- POEM OF THE WEEK - Sleep
Sleep! The Siren of my deepest desires!
She calls me by day, but mostly at nights,
The subtle, gentle undertone of her voice,
Plays the rhythm to which my feet have no choice,
To march to her call is my only purpose in life!
Like the wind she whispers, evoking faded images
Of nostalgic blissful encounters, cut short by the
Breaking of day.
Left with a feeling deeper than the pits of hell,
A longing for ... that can only be satisfied,
By the fathoming heart of someone tortured by
The rigours of the day. But at vast I am kept at bay,
Because to glimpse her beauty is something
I cannot do in the day.
But if the order of the day, I were to disobey,
I would certainly end up singing like the Fray,
Because I would be out of a job,
Not tomorrow, but certainly today.
- Santarno Wilkie
What is beauty?
Yet a mere reflection of
character which characterises the characteristics
Of one's character! It is quite unique yet broadly
Generalised and stigmatised.
To be idealised,
By fools who fail to realise, the surprise,
That is comprised, in not seeing beauty
As just one size, to fit all,
Don't be ridiculous!
Don't think small!
Open your eyes take a look
Down the hall, one short, one skinny, one fat,
One tall, one whose head is as round as a ball,
Beauty comes from them all!
Because that's the thing with beauty, it does
discriminate against class, ethni-city, body type,
religion or faith, it's simply innate!
- Santarno Wilkie
- Tribute to Dame Nita Barrow and Louise Bennett-Coverley
From ah lowly nurse on Barbados soil
Congrats Dame Nita Barrow (November 15,1916-December 19, 1995),
Yuh step up to become
Governor general through sweat an toil
So as a head of state
Experienced Administrator in know how to regulate
Me peacefully selling, an mi goods dem wan confiscate
Madame Excellency, me is a poor cleaner
Sometimes me hustle Gleaner
For as Jamaica National Heroine Most Honourable Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley (September 7, 1919-July 26, 2006) trace ... when things hard
Dis Gal nuh tan ah yard
She load up she baskit
Haul sheself go ah markit
Fear downtown? She mask it.
Mostly me scrub floor up a big school
Doh me can't read are write mi no stay fool
Mi kotch me ears listen tight to de Lecture door
Ketch discussion bout herstore
Evolution and Revolution of Nursing an more
From de Empress Rule
To Dame Nita Barrow diagnosis tool
Barrow, you serve PAHO, WHO and UN
From your example I will heed
With integrity you lead
Both word and deed
Planting a righteous seed
In all crisis you intercede
Alleviating poverty, helping women of every creed
Is yuh teck nursing to the international stage
Giant political icon image
Barrow, we deh pop down widout yuh
Last time, we sweetly talk
Together on de streets of Bridgetown rejoicing walk
Mi say: "Long time gal mi neva see yuh, come mek mi hold yuh hand!"
Yuh welcome me with open arms in Barbados Island
Customs and immigration give me a hug
Special present ... a butterfly Barbados coffee mug
Help me lift me baby boy when wid luggage we ah lug
Mi glad to know yuh Dame Nita Barrow
For you is a nurse that was very very thorough
Is you teach me how to say thank you and please
How to cough and how to sneeze
You showa me wid flying fish
Exotic caviar dish
Is dese kind nursing intervention
Mek Nita create international convention
For Nita is God loving invention
Dame Nita Barrow, yuh treated me with dignity
Cream with hospitality
Confidentiality by that beautiful
... cottage near the sea
An when yuh see mi bruck you empathise wid mi sorrow
Yuh say as long as Dame Nita Barrow deh roun ... yuh nuh need borrow
Here is financing for today and plenty for tomorrow
From dat day me have permanent regionalism feava
From dese generous integration we doesn't need to recova
For Dame Nita Barrow and Me collaborate
So everybody else must learn to federate!
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
- Motherly love
I need to feel that motherly love
But on several occasions I've been rejected
My dad is just a sperm donor,
So out of my mind he's deleted
My school attendance is below par
But each chance I get, I go without hesitation
Because I really want to prove to my Mom
That I have ambition and high hopes that
One day I can be a role model of this nation
Regardless of how hard I try
It seems useless.
There is this psychological burden
That I can't suppress
Motherly love, where are you?
Without your affection
I try to be happy on the outside,
But my soul is always filled with melancholy
And no one knows.
I don't know how to express this feeling
Because I don't think there is any healing
Ever since I was a child, I have been feeling this way
It all began the night
I woke up and saw my Mom with Fay
It still hurts even to this very day
Because I can't believe my Mom is gay.
- Orville Murray