Poems
Will this day be the repeat of the 'Adventist' experience on October 22, 1844?
Will this day be another let down of the hopes of the poor?
Everybody talking about the coming April first
And the grand fulfillment of the 'Bell's' ringing in a special blessing in peoples purse
But what if there is no 1.5?
What will happen to those already struggling to survive?
On the campaign trail some badger the clergyman's sentiments
Suddenly, pulpits seem to mask political violence
And not everyone is listening to the chiming church 'bell'
Well, it suddenly look like campaign prosperity a face poverty
Because it seem sah money nuh deh inna di kitty.
Can smaddy call the Parson fi collect a special offering?
After all, it look like April first a bring nothing but more suffering, way more suffering.
Whether you're Labourite or Comrade, things look dread.
And mi no mean Rasta dread, but look deh, all di Rasta dem a scratch dem head. It dread!
Smaddy better call on the King of kings and the Lord of lords
Because although nuh weh nuh better dan yard
Nothing naah gwaan a yard!
The king in November of his inaugural throne speech talked about Jamaica becoming a place to live, work, raise families and do business
But this new promise is my business, your business, our business
Especially fi di man weh waah move from the yard near the infestation of rats and garbage
To up town where eighteen gran can help him get a new mortgage.
So please Father, bless King Andrew and protect him from any possible curse
Especially the proverbial "all fools day" of April first.
- Czedale Smallwood
***
New Government now, everything soon alright
Soon get wi road, and wi wata an wi nuff street light
Soon get free health an education
Yes! free eye sight
Soon get back wi factories
Wi industries an wi railway business
Soon get the millions it needs to maintain di gullies
Soon gi di youths dem opportunity
fi mek tings right
So residents can walk di streets
An sleep safe at nights
But di new government promise jobs aplenty
In construction, infrastructure, tourism and alternative energy
Dem say, cast yuh vote for prosperity
Vote for jobs and more possibilities
Soon change di course, but everything tek time
Reviewing dem plans, one step at a time
Soon trade all the empty promises
To advancement, development and on shore business
Still we waiting earnestly for the 10 point plan
So low income earners can have money in dem hand
And for the minimum wagers who use to live and fret
Please don't worry 10 gran yuh ago get
Not to mention the NHT contributors who nuh get dem house yet
Patience is a virtue, now a mansion yuh ago get
For the ordinary man who prosperity was a dream
Just look around, di pasture is greeeeeeen
***
I thought I was free, but it was only a dream
Was I deceived in matrimony?
Cause I need to break this monogamy
This circular thing that's called a ring
is the smallest cuff in a willing prison.
Like in Solomon's days, I was virile and free
That's the life I had traded for thee
I lost my freedom the day I laid eyes on you
I have become your prisoner on a very tight leash
Do I regret the choice of you and me?
Like a prisoner on the run
Your love has captured me
Willingly I was cuffed with the smallest hand cuff
It's the price of love not tough luck
Now I am your prisoner
Behind four invisible walls.
I want to be free
You have me like a puppet on a string
You let me out you pull me in
Woe to me, this wasn't part of the drill
I willingly give you that ring
And become your prisoner on
A very short string.
- Franklyn James
***
I take another lonely walk along the avenue.
On this sad evening, no one's at my side.
Anxiety fills my heart because I've lost you.
I sit all by myself in the park on a bench for two.
Pondering dispiritedly about the past,
Trapped in the shadow of the fantasies we shared.
The cannas near the fountain still bloom.
It feels like yesterday when we sat here together,
But years and distance have long separated us.
Now we're so far apart from each other.
I can't concede that my one treasured love is gone.
God knows I try to hold back the tears,
But I can't control the involuntary shudder.
My heart weakens as the moonless night approaches.
I look to the stars for the answer to my quandary.
But should the stars sympathise with me?
I've lost you, not just once, but twice.
If I wanted a second chance, I'd be in a better situation,
Perhaps you'd consider my plea.
But how can I ask you for a third chance?
A third chance is more than I should expect from you.
So I prepare myself reluctantly to live without your love.
What expectation do I have?
I pray only that a miracle will soon happen,
While I wait for a love that I doubt will ever return to me.
- Marlon Pitter
***
Every ingredient of strength
rubbed into it.
Marinating for six years-
it was time.
Maths mixed with science
and they saw signs
of success.
Mek sure yuh duh yuh bes!
Two days of baking
down to a shade
of the last question
Yes!
How wuss di exam?
Yuh feel laka seh yuh gwine pass?
Let me skip
Let me breathe
And "dandi shandi" here I come!
Graveyard room
behind me now.
- Elizabeth Spence
***
My Soul Provider
From deep within
My heart sings
Bellowing words
Tarnished with sweet melodies
That only your heart hears and understands
They tugged at your heart strings
As we lay here
Reminiscing
On past happenings
You have nurtured me back to reality
Showed me all my follies
Allowing me back in the game
But only down your alley
Your breath
A mere whisper
Your touch
A gentle reminder
Of how great a husband
A lover
A friend
A provider
And silently I pondered
How did I get it wrong the first time?
What you did, was no great crime
Wondering
How do I make things right
Now that you are mine
For a second time
And my soul aches
Noticeable only on the inside
But I am not in pain
I felt your weight
You shifted
Fumbled
As your snoring became a slight rumble
I smiled
How I missed these moments
Precious...
My wait for you, was not in vain
It's obvious
That in time
Our hearts will be entwined
Naturally
For one last time
Say yes my love
To a new dawning
For I no longer hide
The pleasures that only I can find
Buried in this reservoir of feelings
This love
Therapeutic
Healing
So divine
For you, my heart beats
One tick at a time
You are
My Soul Provider
- Charmaine Wallace
***
... all lived happily ever after
Full stop.
The end.
Here the true ending be:
And the horse clattered away,
as the sun drew its last breath.
With dress torn, her face a sight
for much tears his words compelled.
Oh he rambled on and on:
"In sickness and in health;
For better or for worse"
(One tear slipped then.)
He in jacket borrowed from his mate
and two he would receive.
The night trod on and they too,
home was waiting for their love.
And the days ahead came
full of twists and she twisted her hair
not to bite her nails.
The cover had seemed so predictable,
A writer's work complete -
completely boring
now both sit tentatively
on the edge of their seats,
sometimes staring at the lovely wall.
He to the bottle turned;
it turned him in a fool.
The horse should've told them.
- Elizabeth Spence
***
Be still, I am God
I awake in a tenement yard and everyone is stressed
Cursing their neighbours and spilling blood
I run to my room and get depressed
Why am I here in this shed?
Then I remember God and stood still
I open my purse and see only a dollar bill
My head begins to ache and get numb
The mailman comes knocking with 2 other bills
My enemies are strong and many so I become dumb
Then I remember God and stood still
When people are dying day by day
And everyone is out losing their head
I decide not to run off to foreign but stay instead
I better stay in Jamaica at least I will be fed
Then I remember God and stood still
Psalms 46:10
Hortense Francis