The Gathering
Here we are once again,Hugging and kissing,embracing folks we only hear about-hearing how much we have grownand who we favor There’s uncleswho are so funnyand aunts who are constantly saying;come here baby. Everyones favorite foodis stretched out on the table;it seems to go on for miles;grown-ups are having quiet drinks,and soft conversations in the kitchen […]
Bans a Killin – Miss Lou poem
The poem “Bans a Killin” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh So yuh a de man me hear bout! Ah yuh dem seh dah teck Whole heap a English oat seh dat yuh gwine kill dialec! Meck me get it straight, mas Charlie, […]
Dry-Foot Bwoy – Miss Lou poem
The poem “Dry-Foot Bwoy ” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh Wha wrong wid Mary dry-foot bwoy? Dem gal got him fi mock, An when me meet him tarra night De bwoy gi me a shock! Me tell him seh him auntie an […]
No Lickle Twang – Miss Lou poem
The poem “No Lickle Twang” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh Me glad fi see yuh come back, bwoy, But lawd, yuh let me dung Me shame a yuh so till all a Me proudness drop a grung. Yuh mean yuh go dah […]
To my Heavenly Father, God
Love like I’ve never known.Touches me with gentle caress,Calms me with loving tenderness,And soothes me in my distress.Love like I’ve always dreamed,Like I’ve always hoped, but never in my reach.Love of a father to a son, I’ve wished for,You gently mould me, You gently teach.Thank you for being in my life.You’ve always loved me, even […]
Oh Jamaica, my Jamaica
Oh Jamaica, my Jamaicawhere have you gonewhere is your sweet smellwhere is your laughterwhere is your innocenceOh Jamaica, my JamaicaI skipped to your breezeI dance to your windyour sun made me strongOh Jamaica, my Jamaicawhere is your embracesweeter than gold and richer than "money"small to a few yet large to the worldOh Jamaica, my Jamaicahave […]
Proud Jamaican
Born and raised in Kingston, JamaicaMy homeland, land of my rootsGot dat yaady style about miAnd dat patois accent to boot Mi used to love to sit unda di mango treeWaiting fi a mango fi dropOr getting a short hook stickTo pick some sour sop Shaking dung di plum treeOr making some tambrin ballAnd mi […]
Refuge
Gales of turmoil churning,Drive fickle winds of chance,Bearing cruel fates upon the bow wave,Scatter cards of happenstance. A world that neither loves nor hates us,Ever presses towards it’s goal,Nature’s ceaseless rhythms pressuresOur fragile craft upon yon shoal. But ’tis a sporting game they’ve laid us,Like with predator and prey,Hidden harbors and holes to bolt toAmong […]
Deep Inside
deep inside we are aloneeven in a crowdat a party wild and loudnot only at home a part of us we can not sharea part of us we can not tearout in the openscared it`ll be broken still, we hope for unityto change the me into a weonly we can love, and we can fussgive […]
No-name Brand
Look at me with both eyesand tell me what you see. do you see me for who i am? kinky hair, thick lips.narrow hips, and a permanenttan?skinny legs, spaced teeth, anda smile so wide it seducesanyone? do you see two brilliant eyes,set as deep as the sea, overflowingwith intelligence – not to be fooledby any […]