Anything for my child
My three-year-old says he whispers in her ear
Obviously not things I should hear
But he does not stop there
He touches her
Touches her repeatedly
In her face
Her neck
Her arms
Wherever is exposed
Again he whispers in her ear
Then he zooms into a spot that entices him
He pierces her
And not before long he's bloating with blood
My three-year-old cannot distinguish the gender so he turns out to be a she
Stealing my child's blood
So hers can survive
From the dead comes no tale
I didn't give her the chance to tell me what she whispered in my child's ear.
-Leonia Mckoy
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The heart's wish
Like a Christmas flower waiting for the cold winter
Like a beautiful rose waiting for the busy bee
So I wait for love to come knocking at my door
But when will you come, my love?
When will you come?
Will you wait until my walls come crumbling down?
Or when the blood stops flowing through my veins?
My love, I long for the day when I too will sing like a lark flying from tree to tree
When I will laugh like a mountain stream gushing over the rocks in its path
When I will soar like an eagle in search of prey
Yes, I yearn for the day when you will come my way
And this, my love, is my most fervent wish.
- Shirley Falconer
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The promise
I promise to give you my heart and that we will never be apart
I promise never to lie to you but stick with you is what I will do until this day on, we will continue to endure and carry on
Until death I promise to love and
Comfort you and hope that you will feel the same way too
Loving you is all I need to see heaven's beauty and feel
nature's breeze
I promise to keep you by my side and I want to know you will always be my guide
God knows how much I love you he knows I really do and I hope you
will love me just as I love you.
I promise to keep you calm and use my arms to keep you warm Promises are hard to keep but baby you know I will not cheat
A relationship needs love to
prosper so if you want your relationship to last, darling
let's go on and don't let love pass.
- Chevelle Liscombe
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Disconnection
Meanings are slowly changing
I see its routines in places and in the pleasantries of peoples
I see them all but from a distance
My world has not met theirs
Theirs have disconnect
She is missing
She can't walk anymore
She can't talk anymore
On the shelves there is nothing for me
On the stalls there is nothing for me
All belonged to her
She is gone with my world
I walk alone
Voices are beckoning
They are asking questions
They are making statements
I hear "where is your mother?"
"Haven't seen your mom for a while"
For a moment I feel connected
There is meaning
But my replies remind me of that reality - I walk alone
The birds still come for their food
Beggars still knock on the door
The plants still need watering
Their world remains unchanged
Mine is different
New meanings have and are emerging
Death now has new meaning
Sleep now has new meaning
"Weep not; she is not dead but sleepeth"
And, hope now has a meaning
The day will dawn again
The sun will rise again.
- Hilda Ming
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Only God knows
How long before I can have back your heart?
How much longer will it take to have a new start?
How much longer can I hold on to hope?
I am feeling that I'm at the end of my rope
I will pray once again, that he'll help me fight
To hold on one more day and hold on one more night
Hold on to a love, that she has let go
In the hope what's now gone, can flourish and grow
In my direction your breeze will blow
And this time you don't flop my show.
- Mark Grant
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The cold front
Twenty degrees, 19 degrees
Still going down
Icy winds convert
A smile into a frown
Penetrating the single layer
That now protects the skin
Crying out for more protection
As pin-like injections
Move from outside in
Lips pasted with shiny lubricant
A shield from the desiccant
Which fans the face
Extracting moisture
Threatening to create caverns
As in a clay place
Leather jackets
Hands tucked deep within
Securely hidden from the air
That can drain warm blood from there
Wollen winter coats
Trapping warmth that exudes from the skin
Protecting muscles now contracting from deep within
Raising temperatures
So cells can continue the job by rote
Hooded jackets covering
Small protruding sound collectors
Vibrations impeded, voices raising
Conversations no longer entertaining
Heads bowed
Effortlessly protecting the moisture-covered cheeks
Eighteen, 16, 15 degrees Celsius and counting as we speak.
- Audette Baillie
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The perfect sweetheart
I didn't know you but my eyes caught you
The moment I saw you my heart leapt to see
My future in a big love nest
you are, sweet you
Smart, my heart, my heart is for you my sweetheart
You phone, you text and you never get upset, you care
For me you share with me
What more can you give?
To me, my heart is blessed without stress
God showed his light in your heart
My eyes reach and my spirit
caught
Love is loving you
Now and forever
Never stop loving
You.
- Chevelle Liscombe
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You in me, me in you
You chose me
so did I, you
as the one for true
with whom to be
with whom to be we
always, still we are free
The god in me
the god in you
the gods of we
out of many one, for true
still always, each being free
The love for you
that love in me
for all and sundry to see
free for you to see, for true
you, me, free, always still free
Do not ask me
to be set free
never could I, never would I
never should you let me
set limits to your liberty
you would and should not let me
look deeply into yourself
you will probably see
reflections of also me.
- Cornelius Wilson
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Celestial traffic
Of almost 365 days
tonight
I was briefly wrapped up in your arms
lost in the beat of your heart
my eyes closed to the rapidly
approaching dawn that
whisks you away
I closed my eyes
lost my face in
the softness of your throat
and wept silently.
- Rhonda Harrison
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The plus factor
Luck, alertness, inventiveness
Call it what you like, never say can't get rid of the T, you can
The margin between success and failure was often
Willingness to make the extra effort, go the mile, endure
the extra hardship
Never stop dreaming, set high and worthwhile goals
Encourage creative ideas Ignorance can block it
Fear can block it, envy, hatred anger, negative thoughts, selfish actions
Just keep on dreaming, dream long, dream big, dream strong
You will need to shape them focus on them, hammer them down to their essence
No wind favours him who has no destined port, no clear-cut goals in life is forever doomed
To sail in circles, always frustrated, always rudderless just sailing on and on, never
getting anywhere, time to make the right turn in life.
- Ruby Lee
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The Earth atones
Late night, silence
Shattered by the bark of the gun
The Ak47, the M16 and Smith&Wesson
The land cries out
Drunk from innocent blood
A dark shadow
Unseen to the eyes of men
Lurks by those who selfishly flood the earth
To torture in retribution
In a day
Week
Month
Year
Decade
Retribution is sure
Without intervention due to sincere repentance.
- Shelly-Ann Woolery
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In a flash
In a flash
A million and one things happens
My heart beats
It says your name
Someone dies
Another feels pain
The sky turns black
There's a burst of rain
Something is lost
Another thing gained
The temperature changes
Climate stays the same
Something is disowned
While something is claimed
Someone has won
Someone has lost a game
My teardrops fall
Again and again
In a flash
Things happen for true
Because between a zillion flashes
I'm thinking of you!
- Veronia Jackson
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In the moonlight
The fruits I bear belong to you
And not because I want them to
But it is the fact that you and I
Immersed in the moonlight - cried
We shed, we bled and like a river
Running into the sea
So did you in me
It was the most natural thing to do
Two becoming one, awakening in the
Canary sun,
Departing as familiar strangers,
When in reality we have become
Bearers.
- M.C. Lawrence
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I write this poem, why?
I write this poem, why?
'Cause I don't write poems
I don't read poems
I don't like poems
I write this poem, why ?
Because it has no meaning
It has no metaphor
It doesn't even rhyme
It has nothing
I write this poem, why?
I'm not even getting paid to do it
I'm not being forced to do it
I won't be affected if I do it
So why do I write it ?
For writing's sake.
- Anonymous
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