POEMS

A promise residue

Catalysed by the dimming hourglass sand

Dusky shadows scan life-spans, and

Write prescriptions for the dyads retired:

Resuscitate self in the time deceased

Together wherein you had breathed;

Assimilate afresh with that solitary crowd

Finding each other wherein

You were lost forever in unison.

Barefoot, walk again

Those expanses pristine

Retracing footsteps in the sandy grains

Those unfathomed meadows- do attain.

Discover afresh, routes to self.

In the aching hearts- rhyme afresh

With the rushing red;

Enliven the eyes that wouldn’t bat

Glued in wait behind the doors shut

Steer self your time-tattered boat

To the rendezvous that still awaits you

As a promise residue.

– Bimal Saigal

The dance of power

In the realm, where shadows sway,

lies the elusive quest for power’s way.

Whispers of ambition’s silent flight. Guide the cunning through the shroud of night.

Amidst this dance of dark allure, Where cunning hearts seek to procure.

Each step calculated game,

In the theater of power’s claim.

Concealed intentions, veiled in art, forge allegiance, outsmart.

Court attention with calculated flair, command the stage, ensnare.

Keep others dependent, bind their fate,

Control the strings, strengthen your state.

State their needs with a careful hand,

Assert dominion over your land.

– Lloyd Daley

Attitude

If yesterday came with many challenges,

That gave you a bad attitude;

Do not alter today’s gratitude,

by wearing yesterday’s bad attitude.

As being cruel means you have to be rude,

Which you caught from a bad attitude;

An attitude of being rude, is a feud, So don’t be sad, when someone finds the fortitude,

To let you know, your habitude,

Is like a rotten tooth,

And soon you will be in solitude;

Because of your bad attitude.

– Stacey Fowler

Pickney A Dead

Look how di pickney dem a dead

Look how di pickney dem a dead

Who no stab eena heart

Get shot eena head

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Look how di yute dem

A kill one anodda

Look how di yute dem

A tun likkle shotta

Di likkle yute a buss di ratatata

Adults incinerate dem

Like it no matter

Look how di pickney dem a dead

Look how di pickney dem a dead

Dem get shot a Africa

Dem bun up a March Pen

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Look how di pickney dem

Dead!!

Look how di pickney dem

Dead!!

Shot up baby Downtown

Is di same crap again

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Two year old a dead

Three year old a dead

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Shot up Schoolers a Mobay

Is di same ting again

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

This violence ‘gainst children

When it aggo end?

More intervention

Needed fi save dem

Wi no waan no more

Yute life fi end

Cause it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

Mi sey it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

It dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread

It all get to mi head!

Because it dread

Yes it dread

Yes it dread.

– Lisa Gaye Taylor