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Ripples

People are like ripples,
Running across the lake.
No matter how hard you try,
You can’t catch them,
And keep them in one place.

People are like ripples,
Drifting across the lake.
Despite all your efforts
You can’t hold them close
And keep them next you.

People are like ripples
Reaching across the lake,
They become distant memories
Echoing in my mind,
Creating a sweet, bitter taste.

Copyright © Kay Cary | Year Posted 2016

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Body of a water

Glimmer is her body of a water 
Deep crystal clear surrounded by 
overgrown trees and wild flowers 
Situated between two villages  
also known as the lovers pond 
Where every young lovers met and 
had their first kiss
Her pure sweetness flows to the edges 
where little CherryAnn would love to bend 
and dip her little fingers to taste its sweet freshness 
She would dip her little feet and feel its 
coolness inviting her deeper
She knew she was not allowed to go 
in any further like the older kids do
- but she didn't know why 
She would love to mimic the older kids 
splashing and laughing in the center of the pond 
She can only play by the edges and giggle 
from there  
While mommy's eyes dwell on her
She would run back yelling
-Mommy mommy I dwunk the watta 
-Mommy mi feet wet
Mommy's face would light up, her heart 
expand with sweet love for her little baby girl 
But one afternoon after mommy was
done with her house chores and went 
to wake little CherryAnn from her nap 
only to find an empty room 
Mommy softly calling "my sweet pea" 
where are you
Mommy was calling four to five times 
and still no giggling from her little CherryAnn
Alarm sound went off in mommy's heart
Mommy running around the house
the back yard and the neighbors 
Yelling where is my little baby CherryAnn
All the other kids were in school 
So she had no one to play with 
But... Her favorite Drink...The body 
of a water that's hidden by over grown 
trees and wild flowers she had her own playmate 
- but mommy wasn't with her
Mommy was running as fast as her feet can carry her 
But mommy couldn't run faster
But mommy was too late
There in the center of her pond 
floating facedown mommy's little baby girl 
Lifting her out 
Shaking her 
Pumping her chest 
Blowing air into her mouth
Calling her name
———— nothing 
Little baby CherryAnn breathless 
Mommy's heart stopped 
Mommy's world is never the same anymore... The pond is now covered with dirt. 

         Akkina R Downing
             12-13-16


This is a true story about my sister and her little baby girl CherryAnn Who was taken away at only 4years old and sweetest angel

Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2016

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Jamaican Elegy For An Intellectual (Rex. R. Nettleford) Part III

He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation to Greathouse, dancing in gully and stream
             And if we dance again today, he choreographs nuance and fiber
             Still; this talented son, this bright native of the Martha Brae River.
             He is the twin soul of that Manley, our horizons in the sun
             And when at Mona, he taught me how to run with my ton.

O farewell, brother of my brother, mentor that from your distance shape
Me into a patriotic landscape where my children may build, farewell
Sweet intellect; and O may they bring our Mframadan like cloth to drape
Your rest. All your public life was nobly spent, farewell, Rex, farewell!
            Your footprints are bright, not castles in sand, from high hills shine
             The glory of your days. O Griot, go the bidding now of the Divine  
             O Blow the abeng now, beat the kumina drum, O village peel
             The bells of jubilee again. Aluta Continua, Rex, go take your seal! 

Mi mumma band her belly and bawl long time, yai water like rain
Hot like Clarendon springs, and the world like blue mountain mist
So cold, O emptiness, emptiness is such a dread, O such a pain
What shall we do with out hollowness now, and how shall we resist
            Again the shackles of injustice, O that there were Marley
            To sing this icon into the icon of memory, for all our history
            Is but words on a page until we can retrieve the past to right
            Today and make tomorrow bright again. He was that light.

                                          Coda
O Kilmanjaro weep! O Timbuctu weep! O Meroe and kujo's clan
Weep for the death of man, a sterling man, a grandiose design
That met its worth in gold in deeds of him. All our life is like sand
Worn from the rock of being by tides and seasons, and no sign
            To tell where wind or water carry us, we are blown away
            The shadow of the sand is gone, but never cannot decay
            It is too immaterial, its presence is like his fragrance here
            Bill still O Niger, and you great Nile, I borrow you for a tear.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010

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The Water Damsel

(for Chris Okigbo)

Brief!
The sparks of her face
Shone like the shiny water –

Decked with an eternal beauty
Of a brief exit
As a star on the earth:

Hidden drums drum her
To dwelling places
Planted in the Niger –

A damsel:
Sparks of guardianship
Is lost at a river-side:

Into the deep palaces
Of the water-maid.

Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009