Poem of the week - Emancipendence - Keeping the dream alive The Transatlantic Passage People packed tight like sausage In hellholes destined for our shores Sold like cattle in the market Depravity, no matter how you take it Unbridled injustice to the core The blood, sweat and tears, then shed Is a national monument to the dead Our ancestors whose memories remain fresh And for those who fought and won Freedom for their daughters and sons Emancipendence with national pride we cherish Therefore, as we seek to celebrate Let us reflect and contemplate on ways to keep the dream alive And unite in the fight against oppression And anything that would destabilise the nation Remembering our heroes as onward, upward we strive - Errington Johnson Dry Season Cow neva know di use ah him tail til him lose it Stretching Reaching Wooden arms Make friendly gestures From lush green lawns They pass. A jig A sway A dance Lively palm trees Try to capture a Kingstonians heart They pass. And then the season of heartache comes - They D R O O P Green and gay Replaced by Dirty brown hues Sagging Leaning Bending Low In the midst of a city long blind to many woes They pass. - Laveta Mead The drought Everywhere there is the cry, drought, drought, drought. Everywhere people are crying When will this drought break The heat is intense Fires blaze on the hills Fires blaze in the valleys Transformers blow out in the middle of the day Breaking news of fires blazing here and there Endless appeal for the need of water And the people lament We need the rain The firefighters do the job they are commissioned to do Its not an easy task - V. O. Ricketts DIVIDED: where is the independence? Let the whole truth be told, like liquid nitrogen cold. This truth is poisonous, fierce and burns like fire darts with a two-edged swords pierce. Someone once said to me your race is worth nothing but cleaning my shoes. I tempered my thoughts for a long time but it is now time to blow that fuse. Truthfully, I dont even remember who you are or how you came into this existence. Were you planned for? What! Are you the misfit victim of passion? The consequence! So now youre seeking sympathy after those you worked for have left you high and dry? We cannot help you, I am sorry. There is a morgue on the other side of the road, give it a try. This is not about black or white, Jew or Greek; it is about you, you better watch your speech! You think God does not read the thin lines that dissect the pretence of your teach? Are you a lady or are you a gentleman? What should the world call you, human? Dont bring more disgrace to the human race as you try to do us, you Martian! bout I am praying for you. Keep your prayers for yourself and your tongue spitting evil like voodoo. Send me one more letter and see if I dont make your hypocritical tears wetter! O Lord, control my thoughts and console my heart as I seek to free my soul. Divided we are and this is a spiritual war, forgive my venom nitrogen cold. Many of us were left breathless, but I am not dead. Look! You better pray, for if I dont kill you, God is going to remove your head. All the lies you brainwash us with, having us study and fail your exams was dread. But we are wiser now, stronger now, and smarter now; brace yourself, we are coming for you! There is no repentance here, where is your insurance and welfare? Where are you? There is no hiding? We refuse to be moved by your crying. Where is the preacher? Preacher! Preacher, put on your regalia, it is time to bury this diabolical monster. You are the king of history and I bet you remember the experience of titanic. Some fifteen hundred people went in the water and only six were saved from it. What was that, love or was it another blatant demonstration of your Gothic prejudice? I said Titanic, who mentioned slave ships, who is talking about the crack of whips? Now you getting me more upset, before this sun sets I pray you hit an iceberg and sink. Yes, you made our poverty stink, you! You made our lives a living hell, a bet yu neva wink! Open your eyes and see the facts, you are worse to humanity than anthrax. Where is the independence when all you have left us with is morbid indifference? - Czedale Smallwood Butterfly Waitress Nice girl; young, strong with long midnight hair that could strangle a man like me bones already burdened by arthritis. Still it was the butterfly peeking from her black satin skirt teeming with power that scared me. It seemed to fly so wantonly across the pained eyes of plain women and men tempted to try the goodies on her tray - something a churchman like me couldnt handle. So I watch and pray for my soul, lest my thoughts grow flesh and send me to a hell crawling with caterpillars. I didnt tip her; I grabbed the flickering moment and escaped through ticking, revolving doors. - Shelly-Ann Harris Resilience When things are going wrong I pray that Ill be strong And remain calm to fight on Adversity, rejection, regrets Many disappointments A lack of confidence Feelings of despair Crippled by fear Yes, Ive experienced them all Ive been there Yet, Im still here! In my darkest hours During my times of need God is awesome indeed No matter how dismal things are Ive been taken this far He wont forsake me now He raises me up after every fall To stand tall through it all By giving me resilience to bear And keeping me grounded and aware Thats why Im still here! - S. Dionne Phillips
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 07:40:51 +0000
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