Poetry

POEM OF THE WEEK

Father, where are you?

I have been stripped of my garment of snow

It was white as wool, but now black is all I know

Father, where are you?

I'm desecrated by sin, I need to be consecrated

I need my aching tears to be evaporated

Heal me from this horror of sorrow,

Father, where are you?

I'm struggling and this holy fight I'm losing

Evil guns are barking, my dear soul they are abusing

Father, where are you?

The brick

The wall

The cage

The fence

Where is the hope of my defence?

Father, I need you.

The foxes are out to conquer me

One by one they outwardly and secretly oppose me

Father, where are you?

Click clocking on the time of my patience that's running

Running out of peace, I'm blinded by hatred that I'm now seeing

Father, where are you?

Hope I'm losing

Confusion starts rocking

Friendships start rotting

Father, for your appearance I'm now looking

For your answer I'm still searching

Father, I need you

On my knees - instead of praying, I am cursing

Near the bar - instead of fasting, I am drinking

Father, where are you?

Come close, my life is depending on you.

Father

Father

Father

I need you

Where are you?

- Daron Chosen Smith

Euphoria

I smile as I feel joy sweep across my soul

I hold myself tight knowing there is nothing greater than this

It is within and without me

Peace descends on me and nothing else exists

Alive and more powerful than can ever be imagined

Caught up in the euphoria of

God's everlasting love.

- DSD

Blue

Your voice is low

You're not saying much

The quiet leaves wonder

Of all that could be asunder

You may be tired

You may be sad

I'm not sure

You definitely are not glad

Your mood seems blue

It will impact more than just you

Of course this too shall pass

We all have an eternal promise

Challenging times won't last

Your source is where you'll find joy

You know the same place you got it when you were a boy

Try to somehow have a good night's rest

So tomorrow you can put forward your very best.

- DSD

The cry of a soul

'Can't wait to go home'

Isn't the statement to say

When really there is nothing to look forward to anymore

Gone are the days when 'children talk, parents listen'

Now it's more like 'Parents talk, children listen'

The sound of bickering to the ears

Is appealing as the sound of dancehall music

But who am I to put myself through this suffering?

Oh, I forgot! I am the so-called daughter of the two who are bickering

I smile like nothing is going on

I cry inside because I know it hurts

Should I crumble and then be walked on like dirt?

The choice between 'family' and 'me'

Is it that hard to choose?

It's somewhat crystal clear to me

To some extent I know the truth

To some extent I understand

Another time I sit back and watch as they slip out of my hand

To some extent I know the truth

To some extent I understand

Sometimes I know what to do

Another time I'm just blank

But who am I to put myself through this suffering?

Oh, I forgot! I am the so-called daughter of the two who are bickering

- B.O.S.S

Emancipation

Going through the Middle Passage is easy

There's nothing in my life to please me

I get so withdrawn and inactive,

because I hold myself captive

All you know is to follow orders

Without crossing any borders

Darkness reigns and causes you to be in chains

To put up a resistance, I must have persistence

I must see the light and decide to fight,

fight for my right

but in order to break free

I must trust a superior being than me.

- Shana Lynch

For my mother

You carried me for nine months and still counting

You played the role of Mom and Dad and still going

Mother, you are always there when am in need

You are more than a mother, you are a friend indeed

Thank you mother for waiting with me for nine months and zero days

You, mother, surely deserve all my praise

Thank you, mother, for being there to see my first grin

Thank you, mother, for being there through thick and thin

Thank you, mother, for showing the real strength of a woman

In growing up a son to be an exceptional gentleman

Thank you, mother, for playing the roles

You encourage and believed in me to achieve all my goals

For my mother, I sure do love you.

- Roshain R. Greensword


A mother's love

Only a mother's love can understand our tears

And so will calm our fears

A mother's love will soothe our disappointments

And share the joy we feel

When our dream is about to be real,

A mother's confidence will give us the faith we need

A mother's heart, faith and love were carried by the Angels,

Sent from God above.

Happy Mother's Day to all the MOMS

- Valrie Campbell


Mother

Moulded in her, a seed from above

Of human form with heavenly love

Tended in growth as time moved on

Hailing the issue, a daughter or son

Earthly the issue, though heavenly came

Return thanks to God and praise His name

Moments, days, months, e'en year after year

Offering attention with tenderest care

Though tough the assignment, the joy will remain

Her heart sings a song with a solemn refrain

Engaged in direction with thoughts from above

Return thanks to God, for therein is love

Many the times her heart sinks with sorrow

Occasioned today and lingers tomorrow

Then with a voice that's laden with care

Heard from aloft her burdens to share

Ever to listen the problems to mend

Return thanks to God, for He is a friend

Mother - mama- mom -we hear when you call

Oftimes from danger, lest therein we fall

Trusting your wisdom, and moving ahead

Heard was your counsel by which we're led

Embraced we with love to show to each other

Return thanks to God, for being a Mother

- Edward G. Dawes


Who is my mother?

Who is my mother?

My mother is that great

Black woman

Who have made a difference in history

My mother is that woman who is still

Making an impact in our lives today

Who is my mother?

My mother is that woman

Who never aborts her child

But carried it into

This world because

She loved and cared for it.

Who is my mother?

You are my mother

I love you mother

I honour you mother

I respect you mother

I will never abuse you mother

Because you are a treasure, mother

Like a jewel you are precious, mother

Who is my mother?

It doesn`t matter

Colour, race, or religion

My mother has given birth

To many generations

Who is my mother?

My mother is that gift

To a man

She makes his life complete

Yet, sometimes he doesn`t even realise

The great role she plays

In his world

Who is my mother?

Wherever you are

Whoever you are

There will never be

Another mother

Like you my mother

- Leon Pryce


Take bread out of the breadbasket

(penned at the cash register on a bus ticket)

It is as easy as this

Take the bread

Out of the

Breadbasket

And you can pay the bill

Simple

Take the tissue

Out of the issue

Well ...

... I guess?

We have to keep soap?

- Helen-Ann Wilkinson