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Merengue Moon

The bouncing beat

Of merengue music 

At the beach bar pulses

Across the Bahamian bay

On a mellow breeze, 

Calling to the palms 

As they sway their arms

To the night rhythm, 

Inviting them into a dance 

With the full blue beams 

That tiptoe across the dark water

Eager to step onto the white expanse

Lit by the bright disco ball overhead


Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2010

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Sidney Poitier---To Sir, With Love

*** A fugitive against a time, when racial tones were bound by chains Against the odds, and set apart, his talent undefined by race Confined not by a simple phrase, but designed for grace and dignity He raised the bar, he paved the way, he played each part with nobility He forged the way, he carved a path, with courage and humility In a racist world, he earned respect, where few before had found the way He crawled inside each role he played, and gave them life, so deep within He wore the skin, of many men, with a courageous, calm insistence One early role, that stirred the pot, a plot that pledged his love's fair skin Yes! Shocking some!!.....But soon he'd find, applause for wedging understanding A cause that spiraled racial growth, and better yet, acceptance Another role where deadlocked chains, with ankles bound, two fugitives while on the run, we cheered them on........and viewers too, unlocked old ways "To Sir, With Love" above, beyond, his art would teach us how to change "Mister Tibbs!!"........he said it clear!!....."Don't call me BOY! Don't you dare!" We believed in what we heard, courageous rage, that we could cheer! He sang with nuns while we clapped hands.......they built a church in desert sand He won awards for gentle grace, and won a place in history He warmed the screen with soul and truth, and paved the way for striving youth who want to be a legend too, be it black or white or green or blue Bahamian bred, Defiant One, Ambassador, Freedom's reward Against all odds, he logged his time, to change the tide of narrow minds A winsome smile, with deeper lines, that swayed the Lillies of the Field... He was a fugitive against a time, when racial tones were bound by chains
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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The Bahama Islands , Our Tropical Paradise


The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the apple in eyes of the Caribbean
the place of my birth
like the planet Saturn camouflaged
in sun , sand and sea

The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the archipelago we all love 
from Grand Bahama,
Abaco, Exuma to Inagua
a sanctuary where summer vacations 
and island hopping  are endless!

There is an abundance of activity 
for Bahamians and  tourists can all enjoy
Junkanoo, Goombay Fest and Pineapple Fest
buying Androsia Print 
and scuba diving in The Dean’s Blue Hole!

The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
I’m very proud to be a loyal Bahamian
with your balmy coconut trees
and your tropical white sandy beaches
you are God’s gift to the tourism industry!
                                                                    Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015


Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Aquamarine

My favorite colorant in the whole wide world!
born from the marriage between
colorants blue and green

You represent my peace of mind, self confidence
and every strand of my being  
as a passionate Bahamian
You  are the most significant colorant
on our Bahamian flag
because you represent the crystal clear
transparent tropical garden,
the apple in the eye of the Western Hemisphere
with coral reefs, queen conchs,
spiny lobsters and snappers
encompassing our island and cays
and our gorgeous sandbanks as white
as the sand in an hour glass

                                                                Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015
                                                  




Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Miss Bahamian Culture

Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who pledges loyalty 
to our Bahamaland from the time
she was conceived out of the womb

Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who sheds the blood 
of gold, black and aquamarine
straight from her veins
as she wake up each morning 
to the pulsing beat of goombay drums
and cowbells singing in her ears

Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a true cultural icon
always clothed in either Androsia Print,
a costume of cardboard and crepe paper
or gold, black and aquamarine attire 
from head to toe

Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a pure nationalist 
she always remember where her navel string was buried
 her place of birth and her tropical sanctuary 
regardless of where she travel in the world
whether it be in Miami, Jamaica, Japan or Vancouver

                                                                            Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015


Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Truth

I'm a high strung girl
From two different worlds
Fiery and passionate
That's my Cuban one
Sassy and mischievous 
The Bahamian sun
Guys call me opinionated
But I'm just liberated!
I'm a nice person
Once you get to know me
Few though, ever see me clearly
A "sarcastic jerk" they say
They're lucky that I turn and walk away
"Vengeance is God's"
I mumble
If I were you I'd stumble
I speak my mind
Don't keep it all inside
Sorry if you find
That troubling
The truth hurts
That's what's worst
But you see
Sometimes they respect me
After all, isn't honesty the best policy?
Now mind you it's rare
Not everyone gets my charming flare
But it's the ones that do
That I care for too
And if it's any comfort to you
I think it's quite uncouth
To never tell the truth!


Copyright © Caleah Buil | Year Posted 2013

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A Tribute to My Favorite National Symbol

The Blue Marlin, our national fish
king of our  Bahamian waters
mightier than a hammerhead shark, a killer whale
and a manatee all combined! 
Blue Marlin, I admire the way
you  swim through our waters 
and jump into the air with your body 
majestically touching the warm, 
Bahamian sunshine above our horizon
You gracefully depict yourself 
on our currency of the highest order:
one hundred dollars with pride
reminding us of  your strength and courageousness!

                                                                              Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015





Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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SEA GRAPE for Michael

This is not Miami, the real site
of the sea grape.  This is a wannabe--
a biker town, a speedway town.  Not 
the fabled city of Dream Whip clouds
expressed into a flawless sky.   Not
the cool Technicolor dawn when an aging
chick like me could still do her morning
run on Collins, come back home 
to the high rise on the Intercoastal,
where in the mirrored lobby, 
retirees lined up in their wheelchairs 
along a wall to socialize, see
who comes and goes.

Here, in this faux paradise on a Friday, 
morning mass is celebrated in anything but 
Ordinary Time by a Bahamian priest in 
a chasuble the color of winter rye.  There are
no flowers anywhere, only trailing tropicals;
a graceful spider plant with its dangling 
tentacles.  An acolyte brings sacramental vessels 
on a tray, as if to dinner in his own home 
to an altar covered with a simple tablecloth.  
Simplicity...in the elaborate setting of 
the Saint John Basilica, Daytona Beach.

The real home of the sea grape
with its leaves like tennis table paddles
is where a husband hospitalized in Mia
with a failing heart valve lay in
the pre-surgery ICU fighting for breath
as an insensitive nurse brought food
on a tray no way he could eat.

The sea grape is a hardy tree
that reaches for the heights.  My son
in Halifax Hospital is like that: a survivor
of surgery for a metal hip to replace
the one that failed.  Bones---
nemesis of our family, meant to last
but do not.  Unlike the sea grape
whose limbs grown longer,
stronger.  Fail not. 
                 





Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2015

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Tribute To The Father of Bahamian Tourism

Sir Stafford Lofthouse Sands 
The father, the architect,
the pioneer, the doctor, the visionary
the minister of Bahamian tourism
Sun, sand and sea 
his theme, his model, his mantra
gave birth to the tourism product 
of The Islands of The Bahamas
 Beaches, sunbathing, hotels
straw markets and glass bottom bucket divers 
delivered in print to all countries worldwide
spanning from The United States 
all the way to The U.K.
showcasing our dominance as destination 
numero uno for twelve months of summer vacations!


                                                                             Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015


Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Inagua's Son

He was Inagua’s son
he was born in 1921
on the land of Matthew Town
where the flamingoes where dancing all around!

He was Inagua’s son
he loved his steak-shaped island
he loved it’s southern climate
and angling  by the rocky shores


He was Inagua’s son
he loved  wayfaring all over
he loved riding to Conch Shell Point,
Mutton Fish Point and Northwest Point

He was Inagua’s son
He loved to eat 
all Bahamian dishes in sight
especially pig feet souse and Johnny cake 
                                                                      Written by: Mia Pratt, 2015


Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015

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Conch Sound

Conch Sound
the garden of North Andros
the place where my father’s navel string lay
The settlement sits on the vicinity of the waterfront
with old Bahamian sloops piloted by One Eyed Jacob
drifting across the sea winds
while its blue hole calmly sleeps
on the pillow of the ocean

The land has multitudes of
healthy, growing trees and saplings
bearing the fruits of its labor:
mangoes,  coco plums,
coconuts and star fruits

We can cross the creek near Johnson’s Hill
with caution at low tide
passing through the tranquil kingdom
of the mangroves:
red, white, black and buttonwood
to take a view of the old cemetery
the final resting place of Aunt Nora
submerged in multitudes of sand grains

                                                                        Written by Mia Pratt 2014


Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2015