Poems
Maybe today will be the day
The birds stay away
And not come out to play
Maybe today will be the day
The moon cease to rise
And the sun stay at bay
Maybe today the earth will be no more
And the stains of life will wash ashore
Maybe today will be the day
When poetry ceased to be the art
I sometimes craft
And this path of life
No longer extend beyond the threads of my heart
Maybe today, I'm having a writer's block
A door, I can't seem to unlock
My creative juices slowed
Perched
Comfortably on pause
Maybe today, the whispers in the breeze
Were real
But I didn't hear
Neither did I see
Maybe today is the day
For inspiration
Silent meditation
No fake smiles
No pretences
Maybe today is the day
I am freed from being trapped in this maze
An emptiness of haze
A hollow gaze
Maybe today is the day I step out of this phase
Of maybe's
Procrastination
And unchained legacies
Maybe today is the day for change
The passion in me churned and rise again
Maybe today is the day
I write, like there is no end
Maybe!
Charmaine Wallace
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Battle of the Mind
Why is this doubt lingering within my heart
Surely I know that Christ died on the cross
When I know that this world we will part
I ponder and think back on the millions I have lost
Tears begins to develop in my eyes
And the sweet gospel music echoes in the air
I lift my head and look to the skies
And search my heart and know he is near
That old satan is a liar from the pit of hell
I remembered the miracles and the angels above
Surely there is a God and I will tell
All the breakthroughs I had from the saviour.
Hortense Francis
Macca Tick High
Macca Tick High
Win one race a Champs
An' we did feel so great
Dat di whole a Macca Tick Town
Feel uplif an' elevate
Who no grab pot cover
Grab shet pan
And dem Mumma plate
An' holler out
'Wi win!
Wi win!'
And start fi celebrate
Wi know we is no Edwin Allen
Or Calabar
Fi a fact
But di one race whe wi win
Meck wi feel more pride
Dan whe dem got
Wi enter fifty time
And lose
So wi feel di win
Was due
An' Macca Tick athletes
Put wi pon Champs map
Meck dem stop ask
Macca who?
Now Macca High student
A run up hill
Fi meck annoda dent
Inna di history a Macca High-
An' show dem have di strent
An' even dose whe big and fat
A show dem no small fry
Dem sey if dem cyaa
Run di sprints
Di discus dem will try
Fi see if dem can win more
Medal
Fi anedda year
An' show dat Macca Tick High
Got di pomp
And got di flair.
Lisa Gaye Taylor
For My Darling
Darling, it is a delight to have you in my arms once again.
You put me in a romantic mood right away.
Take this complement as a gift from my heart:
Your gorgeousness adorns the twilight above the sea,
The glitter in your eyes outshines the Polaris,
And I relish the distinctive sound of your voice.
There is nothing more heartwarming than to caress your features.
Please, do not forbid me to say more.
You are an exceptionally kind and empathetic woman.
What else can I do now but love you?
I must add the pleasing words that I am so anxious to say:
Darling, I adore you incessantly, I certainly do.
Let me bask in the comfort of your embrace.
You are an irreplaceable treasure, a priceless emerald.
I shall stay awake all night and gaze upon your comeliness.
I love you in an inexpressible way.
You are more beautiful than all the fashion models on the catwalk.
And in future decades, you will still be my acushla.
I live and love each day for you, my darling.
The one that I shall cherish dearly will always be you.
Marlon Pitter