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Enjoy dis special Christmas in we love Jamaica land

We ah go enjoy dis special Christmus

Mek merriment, create good rompus!

We will jollificate!

Come celebrate!

We ah Thank Jesus for 'im nuh disregard we poor estate

Look so much fantastic shoes on PARADE

Bling, plenty style, fashion and shade

Frock, blouse, pants and fancy upper wear

Lift up yuh spirits! Move in high Christmus gear

We not gwine accept recession

'God is we provider' is we only confession

We will nyam, drink sorrel and dance in de street

Feed de poor, give dem bread and meat

We will party

And be hearty

Whichever colour we face

Mek sweet music in de place

We will share what we have dis Christmus

Forgive and cause no fuss

We will save enough for de new year

For God give we Jesus, Joseph and Mary dear.

Wise men led by de Star

God save Baby Jesus and keep de enemy far

For no Herod weapon can change God's almighty plan

So enjoy yuh Christmas in we love Jamaica lan!

- Helen-Ann Wilkinson

So this is Christmas ...

So this is Christmas

It's here again

This extra special time we can spend with family and friends

The music, the gifts, the love and the sorrel blend

Oh, how I wish Christmas could come every morning again and again

A change in the weather Mr Christmas brings along,

With such cold, soft Christmas breeze.

The turkey, the ham and rice and gungo peas

I just can't get enough of times like these

Mr Christmas gave my little sister exactly what she needed

Sending His only begotten Son through a virgin

And it is here on earth He would be planted

To live, to eat, to preach and comfort the broken hearted

All these things and so much more is why this is Christmas

- Roshain R. Greensword

Morning

Morning falls on leaves

Dazzling with the splendour of your face

It radiates its allure

Glowing with the glamour of your skin

Dew kisses the flowers and embraces the grass

Softly and timely like the refresh of your smile

The wind whistles among the leaves

And whispers into my ears

With the euphony of your voice

The acoustics of your chuckle

Winter chill massages my flesh

Gently and tenderly with the warmth of your hands

The morning, my love, had occupied my thoughts

It made me realise I was thinking of you ...

- Orette C. Burke

The first

The first vision you saw

You played it out to create the first.

The first step you took towards

The first one around the table

'Twas me

The wrap was gold

'Twas my first, you see

Anxiety pulls the tape from the hold

For my emotions to behold.

'Twas my gift that could not be sold

'Twas my first golden that was chosen

Never to be taken from me, how cold

The first pen spoke clearly on the

First pages with its first drip of ink

Without creating poetry, Kerisha

You spoke to my literature by handing

Me my first Golden Chosen Poetry Book

- Daron Chosen Smith

Losing hope

Sitting here thinking

Thinking about you

I'm lonely, scared, frustrated and confused

How could you make me feel so used?

I'm losing grip

Slowly letting go

I care too much

Why do I even bother?

I'm letting you go now

Before my heart feels any more pain and shatters.

- Sherice

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