Poetry

POEM OF THE WEEK

Tessanne's Voice - Stronger

She packed her bag and carried her Jamaican vocal-flag.

Tess left the shores of Jamaica, she couldn't hold back any longer.

Her disappointments didn't kill her, they only made her stronger.

She sang Try, and try she did, got all four chairs spun,

Her chance of losing was very thin, but that was just the beginning.

Stronger, she got stronger.

Her next step was a battle between herself and Donna,

But that wasn't a bother; Chin peeled her vocal-skin,

Crushed her performance like a banana, and then threw it in The Voice vocal bin.

Was that a sin? It's vocal war and Tess is the one to leave the vocal-scar.

Operating in genuine character, Tessanne Chin is no pretender.

Stronger, she got stronger.

Next in line was her 'Soul Sister' - Ashley, which she didn't take lightly.

When Dubose took the stage, Tess' emotion was pure, there wasn't any rage.

Kicked back on a stool, Tessanne looked well relaxed, she was searing hot.

Chin took the stage after Ashley Dubose and fired the 'Stronger' shot,

Knocked her out of the competition but gave her a hug and couple pats on the back.

Tessanne Chin… What does she lack? It's on to the live shows,

On Team Adam Tessbomb is about to detonate, either you let her go or feel the blow.

Tessanne's voice is stronger and no one can hold her back any longer.

- Daron Chosen Smith


My Garden

In the stillness of the morning

That quiet time of day

Is when I most want your presence

In a very special way

Visit my garden

Smell the fragrance of my flower

Take your time

Make it your home for at least the next hour

Touch the soft petals

Feel the coolness on your hands

Explore the wonders of nature

Watch how the flower blooms on command

Enjoy each precious moment

Until you come again

To visit my garden

Especially after it rains.

- DSD

Poetry/beauty

Poetry, I love you, your perfect beauty

You're all the magnificence I dream of, all my life

Poetry, my queen, my love for you,

Unconditional, celestial

I love you like the gospel, I take you to the chapel, to make the commitment

Forever

I know we are meant to be together

You're most clever

I promise to take you to Mt Everest

I know your love, your smile is priceless

The best

I promise to make you a happy home

I promise

I will never do you wrong

We were both meant to be together

To show

Our magnificence

Of love

From our hearts to our world for eternity

Poetry, my queen, your perfect beauty,

And I easily say

I love you, with all my heart

Until death do we part,

Poetry, you're the beat of my heart

- Kurt B


Ghetto dogs

We are the road,

the street sides, the roaming dogs

We are the loose dropping trousers

flapping our loose direction

A chip on our shoulders -

the dissed band of rollers without a disser

We are the empty heads

blown by every wind of imagination -

the moving question, the answering marijuana,

the clouded tomorrow

We are the history, the wind-screen

cleaners

cleaning a new way

We the walls, guarding streets and avenues

The starving Canines,

starving for love - the Police sweet targets,

our mother's bitter gifts.

We are the bleeding streets, the

thieves, the crawling wounded, the hopping

Wolves -

for we are street stops, the midnight gunshots -

We are the funeral homes, the missing bones

We dogs resting, without the cause

- Homer Sylvester

Minutes to Spare

I rest my forehead in my palm

And watch the crystal beads splash on the tile

Locked away in my room

With only my thoughts and my shadow

My hair hangs in mid-air

As a mask for red eyes

I sit for only so long

And think 'what if...' And 'if only...'

I sniffle and try to catch my breath

Get up and turn my 'Simple Plan' on

So loud I could no longer hear my screams

I think a little harder

And cry a little more

And break completely

I rip a few papers with words now meaningless

I grip the curtains and tear them down

And when the lyrics hit my most tender spot

I fall to my knees and scream

And I freeze when I realise

How far I've let myself go

And I remember that I have to enter

The real world outside my door

So I collect myself, calm and tamed

Wipe my tears

Shake off the memories of darker days

I put my escape area back in order

Turn the music down so low

I could hear my thoughts

I stare at my reflection

To make sure I look normal again

Brush my hair and fix my clothes

Smile at the girl in the mirror

And start the fakeness again

I step out of my safety zone

Through that door, into the real world

I had ten minutes to wallow in my tears

Ten minutes to swim in self pity

I enjoyed it and embraced it

Then I moved on

- S.Williams

Mercy in Babylon

Bad language the old ones say,

Babylon brainwash once again

I speak my truth, speak it freely

Patois is the nation's unity

I grudge some nations

Those that stand strong

Those that haven't lost their

Culture to the white ones

Barbarians they used to say

The word changed but the

Conclusion remains the same

There's no conscious to be found in

Babylon's town

Through the whip

They instil fear

Without any form of care

With every word that escapes our breath

We simply try to impress

Den dem same one

Snicker and snide

When they beat us down

And took away our pride!

Bread an butta won the crowd,

What about bulla?!

He ran around town

Came on TV to represent but

Spoke with a little haccent

Confidence comes from acceptance

Never forget!

The one that truly represents

In Babylon's town is only a reject

The pain I feel when I see them

Splattered and shamed by every pen

Looked to the sky and it came to me

We are a nation losing our identity.

Let's take this victory!

This is a total atrocity,

Can you please set our

Mother's tongue free!

- Ty'Neil Taitt


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