Clear blue skies, reflects this holy dayBreeze is blowing trees begin to swayFlowers are blooming, things begin to blossomChildren holding hold their mothers on their bosom.Butterflies are flying bees begin their buzzingAll the animals on the Isle start to do their fussing.Ripe mango scents linger in the airMaking us wonder if the smell was very […]

Hear them screaming, crying, begging for righteousnessHear the angry wails of the mothers, who stand over their sons’ dead bodyHear the heartbeat of the father looking at his teenage pregnant daughterSee the red and blue of the sirens pass through the town,Parading down the dirt filled roadSee the little boys begging to wipe your windscreenEven […]

The emptiness like parasites eating at my being, as I glide through the dark grey slush beneath my feet. Trees naked and erect, reaching mercifully towards the heavens. The yearning for oceans of blue , smoky hill-tops, engulf the body that’s no longer mine. Today I’m nothing but a ghost, a lost soul among the […]

I’m dancingWith a particular tune in myHead. Daddy don’t live here anymoreSomething smooth,No wordsJust feelings instead Drunken with disasterMommy lies on the floorWhile I ponderOn everything,I can feel my meSwaying,Even as I lay in bed. And me, left to examine this wretched view of life slowly dyingHappy about beingHappy,Maybe that’s what I’llCall that tune inside […]

Clear blue skies, reflects this holy dayBreeze is blowing trees begin to swayFlowers are blooming, things begin to blossomChildren holding hold their mothers on their bosom.Butterflies are flying bees begin their buzzingAll the animals on the Isle start to do their fussing.Ripe mango scents linger in the airMaking us wonder if the smell was very […]

What do the boys say when the ladies cry Come over here darling mek mi dry yuh eyes9 months later, when a baby’s on its way, what do boys doTell the young mothers that they will see them soonWhat do the girls do weh see the rich old menCall them daddy and beg to become […]

Oh bwoy what a story I heard a man say,that jamaica is di place for everyone to play.Him say jesum piece gal yah neva bin there,I say no man tell me bout it yah say yah live where?In de country Westmooreland where it rain,Granny has a house wit nice garden she neva complain.One ting about […]

Twisting and shoutingis what they are accustomed to seeNot the family man, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, not me. Car wash attendant window washing personalityShelter attendant hallway resident Malcolm said "Those who hunt in the jungle are also hunted". When they see me they think they know who I am a familiar shapePart of their plan […]

Pitch of the slave boatMoans of people under siege,Beat of the Congo;Plantation melodies.Rhythm of a whipSong for the southA tempo of sadnessNotes of distressThe black soundGhetto tune,Junkie’s harmony,Soft refrainOf poverty;Welfare line lyrics,Player of racist instruments.Broken line chorusThe black sound Author Calvin CKerr View all posts

The sun risingOver my cornmeal porridgeOn mornings that smell of mornings,While the shadow of Waurika hillRuns towards my table.Barbie doves cooing,For the suns affection,And the sweetSmell of the earth,That rises towards,And becomes,The taste in the Julie mango’s.Chickens chasing feed,Cats meowing,Wash pots boiling,Coal man coming,Fi-sh, Fi-sh, Fi-sh,The bicycle wheels wail,Just after purityHas left a fresh bun […]