Poetry

POEM OF THE WEEK

Run Asafa run!

Run run run

Run Asafa run!

Don't stop speeding until the race has ended

Don't slow down when one is about to pass you

Tell yourself to trust in you

Go faster, fight back

You will win the race

Don't listen to the discouraging critics

Or you will never win another race

Don't slow down when you are approaching the finish line

Run fast through that line

Review your races

Use new strategies

You always do very well in every race you ran

You were first

Yes, you were

When great ones weren't around

You are great that China is your friend

Run run run

Run Asafa run!

Run fast through the finish line

- V.O. Ricketts

Who am I?


Who am I? The brilliant student, the one who is prudent and always diligent.

I have a rich heritage, the one that was kept in bondage.

I am from a lineage of great warriors, an ancestry filled with conquerors.

Who am I? I am a Negro, a prophetic hero.

I am not Nero, and far from zero.

I am the head and not the tail, always standing tall and never fail.

My strength cannot be defiled, this journey is longer than River Nile.

Ghana the land of my Forefather.

Nigeria the people who's strength is quite superior.

Not like the white who's strength is inferior.

Who am I? The brilliant student, the one who is prudent and always diligent.

I am an Afro agent, the one who is always present.

Sierra Lionne the place where diamonds begun.

Africa, nothing to do with Cruel-la, but the land of Mandela.

Africans does not believe in bandullu,

but we will fight like Shacka Zulu.

Who am I? The brilliant student the one who is prudent and always diligent.

I am a African from Africa, the land of the burning sun.

The place where humanity begun.

- Kadeem 'Sleepy' Golebourne

What is Love?

What is love?

Can it get you so high, so much that you can fly like a dove?

I am longing for love.

The love that does not make you feel down,

the type that does not leave you hanging like a clown.

I need a love that is always around the type that comforts you when you are down.

I want a love that's pure,

because I am tired of feeling insecure.

Love only brings pain; there is no sunshine in my life only rain.

Is love really true?

Then why am I always feeling blue?

Why is love so hard to find?

Or maybe I am just looking for the wrong kind.

Why love always hates? And it even discriminates.

Is love full pleasure so much that you would want to treasure?

Can love give you joy? Or does it play with your heart like a toy,

I don't know, ask Roy.

What is love?

I will never know.

- Kadeem "Sleepy" Golebourne

My treasure

Like a fresh rose you sprang from my womb into this world.

Your radiance brought joy to my heart and smiles to my face

Your tiny face, fingers and toes make me wonder how I will hold you and not let you go.

Although been weak there was a tower of strength to cuddle you, my precious gem.

My spirit watched over you as you slept peacefully, staring at you developed happiness, joy,

love and a flushing peace you brought to my soul.

Things don't work backways

In society day by day,

We watch the morality continue to decay,

Our young people act without love and care,

And we look up on them with much disdain.

But if we look within ourselves with a microscopic plain,

We will realise we are to be blamed,

For deep down we are much the same.

We let our children see us laugh at the sick neighbour next door,

We let them hear us tear down our friends as soon as their backs are turn,

And then we expect that to their mates they won't do the same.

When we are mad we take back all our love and tell them we don't care,

Then expect when they are mad with someone out there,

They won't lash out but instead will smile and walk away.

It is impossible for a mud plastered mirror to shine

And so it is for someone to give love, be nice and kind,

When all they ever know is how to hurt and administer pain.

It's not practicable, things don't work back ways,

Our lives must show them the way,

So if you really want to see a change, begin with yourself today.

- Nardia Dixon

Working

When I am working

I have to concentrate

my work takes alot of concentration

When a health professional is doing your vitals

they have to listen so as not to misdiagnose

at that point we cannot talk

and when we can, guardedly

When the bus driver drives he has to focus

he has the lives of passengers in his hands

so he cannot answer all the questions when he is negotiating traffic … .

On the construction site

with heavy duty equipment

safety first, work now, show results

You do understand that when something or someone is working

you should let it or him/her continue to work

I promised you a 'ting'

not everything

not everyone can get the 'work'

you must be qualified

When I am working, I can pay the bills

and that is the bottom line

I have not submitted any claim or time off

The 'ting' will beat you so till

you can only hold a corner

to hold a food

Lawd knows 'What good to eat no good to talk'

I hope unno children have something nice for Mother's Day … for me

- Helen-Ann Wilkinson

The Voice

I am the voice

The voice you hear when in deep despair

The voice that says

Jump

Take those pills

Die

More often than not, you listen to me

I speak into your soul

I darken your heart

I make you feel as if you are not really smart

And you?

You believe

Until in your own eyes you become nothing

You vanish

You become vapour

When it gets to this point

You feel utterly hopeless

Your value, your worth

Is buried deeper than dead men's bones and just as stink

Of what value is your life?

I ask you but you think you're asking yourself

Look at you!

Hated by all

Born without a purpose.

Why continue to live?

Why not just jump?

Take those pills

Die!

Haven't you suffered long enough?

Then the cliff invites you over or

The pills seduce you or

The length of rope lures you in.

I am the voice

The voice you hear when in deep despair

I say

Jump

Take those pills

Die

More often than not, you listen to me.

Why?

- Corrie Cunningham-Brooks

The joy you brought into my life I can never forget it vastly outweighed the pain, hurt and hardship developed in the split seconds you were snatched away.

I watched you in pain as you struggled to survive; you fought desperately to hang on to life. The tears fell like mighty rain drops from my eyes as there was nothing I could do but pray you survive.

I can never comprehend why you had to leave so soon but I can only guess God had better plans for you.

- Nioka Dawkins