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While We Stay Silent

While we stay silent
The fight is going on.
In Chicago, Los Angeles, New York
The West Indies
And the Lebanon
All over the world
There is a tale to tell
Of some living in paradise
Whilst others live in hell.

Its not a random stumble
Nor a twist of faith,But a master plan.
By those who seek power
Over those who plod along
Its not an illusion, but what is felt
When we are blessed with riches 
But cannot share the wealth

But what is ego without a plan?
What is salvation,
when we fail to understand?
Reparation of the soul is a must
If its redemption we seek 
And god we trust
When reality rears its ugly head
When babies are born 
And cannot be fed
When wars are started
And nothing is said
About the wounded, paralysed and the dead

Mothers lie down and plea.
Gun powder crying out in the atmospher,.
Tormenting my ear.
Some even bow down on bent knees.
They feel the pain and ask for mercy.
In the anguish and suffering , they bite the dust.
The TV the object
Perpetuating the fact
That humanity has taken a detour
On a roundabout
When we fail to act.

From the lack of knowledge
We fail to see
That when we are united
We end depravity.
To grow and prosper, in pastures green
That what was hidden is now seen
The truth for what it is.
When we exist, and fail to live.
When they are taking, and cannot give.
Of time and thinking.
Of mutual living, coexisting.
With love and hope
Not based off trickery and false hope.

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Social Justice

What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies

Black lives matter
So we shout
But who hears the cries
When the establishment do nought

After the cotton fields
Up comes  the continuity 
In the justice system
When we are gunned down by agents
Who prey on our community

The leaders are aware
But do they really care
When they fail to dismantle
A system , which is so unfair

Slavery maybe abolished
But injustices lingers on
In its many disguises
And the many layers
We face, all day long

Martin Luther made a stand
Bob Marley, sung redemption songs
Freedom fighters raise their rifles
And in the graveyard
Gather the mourning throngs

There is no hope for change
When  you maintain  a system
That heaps suffering on the wounded
And  depravity prolongs
For in the utterings 
There is a promise of change
But when it comes to implementation
Not A Stroke
No progress made.

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In My Garden

I saw the bees 
Take nectar from the trees
Their pollen sacks
Matching the hue
Of a tree I planted
In the autumn dew
Now stands proudly aloft
Shading the pansies
Towering over the forget-me-nots
Then a turn of my head
There I was greeted
By bluebells, in their lilac beds.
Then in chimes the sparrow
And a twitter from a parakeet
I joined the conversation
My interpretation of bird speak
In tuneful whistles I did reply
As I watched in disgust
The cat chasing a butterfly
Then the thunderous honking 
As a crows cries
Chasing the sparrow
As it raced across the sky
Ghaa Ghaa that horrible sound
Fearing it would die
Then the rasp from my boorbell
The peace I no longer share
I am drawn from nature
There is a human at my door
Life has cast its spell
Fast paced diversion 
Wondering, what the heck?
Glacing through my window
Whatever had disturbed me
Was no longer there!
So I returned to nature
The one I always like to share
Of animal, plants and insects
Enjoying it, with good cheer
The amber nectar beside me
Neither red nor pink
For my rose' is blooming
As the sun is rising 
Then I stopped to think
How many of us are in wild rushes
With no time to blink
When nature is calling?
To soothe our egos, 
To ease our stress.
But how much do we invest?
Our eyes, time, and patience,
And stay in touch!
So in the fresh of the summers morning
I feel so blessed.
So whatever your options
Stay close to a garden, 
There are many living things there.
And we preserve nature
When we truly care.
Cheers.

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Just Relax

When the day is done
And you are at ease
Just recharge your mind 
Do as you please
Just relax
Your heart is pounding
From a fast paced track
Slow the pace down
Just relax

From the helter skelter living
To the treadmill pounding
There is no sense at all
If you cannot rest for a while
Take some time out  and discern
So vigour is reborn
Sit down, lie down, float around
But always try, to just relax

Just relax from the strains that rides us
From the tedium of life  which irks us
From the sorcerers who torment us
From The Strawman who represent us
Don't worry at all
Things will change
Keep your countenance
Let it shine
Feel the joy, that's inside
Do good, so it may comfort your soul
Sing praises, let your blessings unfold

Your heart is pounding
Beating your chest
You are under constant scrutiny
You are under constant duress
Recharge your aura
Be blessed
Put aside your burden
And just relax

Live your life
With no regrets
Ignite your passions
Seek a redress
So what was hidden from your sight
Becomes the new dawning 
Becomes the new Light

Look upon the clouds
Watch the trees
Watch their growth
Watch the animals as they frolic
Over the glens and down the crevice
Watch the trees planted tall
Watch the plants, clinging to the wall
And with purpose, they survive
When I think of the wonders
I then realize
Take some time out to be amazed
Take some time out to laze
For of all the things that keeps us on the track
Never forget your blessing
When you just relax

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Our Hero

A little piece I wrote for Flips Funeral
 There is an interlude to the beginning
 But the present has now passed
 As I record this passage
 Of a hero to the last
 So I beat a hasty path
 On my outward journey


 Two hours I estimated
 One and a half hour was the plan
 An hour by calculations
 Baring cancellations and disruptions
 So I set off on the journey
 Using my wits and guile
 To reach there on time

 Rushed from my home 
  resplendently dressed
 With a sacrament at hand
 And a focus in mind
 Soon I arrived at the station
 To test my master plan

 Soon reality was to strike me 
When an announcement was made
 There are delays on the overhead
 And also on the underground.

 Plan A now a reject
 Plan B takes the stand
 Never try a one way focus
 With any task at hand

 After the interruptions 
 Stops and starts
 Arrived at the next station
 With a racing heart.
 Zig, Zags the platform
 With obstacles in path
 But there waiting on the platform
 A train, ready to depart

 Then on to Brixton
 The portly man arrives
 With camera on his shoulder 
 And a bounder to his stride
 "And do you know the way to Bikley?" 
  The portly man exclaimed
 "Are you going to the funeral?" I asked
 "Yes I am, but were you asked?"
  Me neither, You either
 As I shook my head,
 Exchanging bemusing glances

 Then in our carriage, joined a mourning throng
 Bonding together our conversation of mission planned
 For we had come to pay homage to our hero
 Radical to the core
 Who taught our African history 
 And did so much more.

 We soon alighted our carriage
 Then climbed up the stairs
 Youngster bounding along
 As our aged knee got sore
 Then out of the platform, to Bikleys charm
 Towers the spire of a church
 In the clear blue sky

 "Where is the church in Bikley"?
 A question we all asked
 Then came the reply,
 "Underneath them spires 
 Over yonder skies"
 Now as I end my journey
 So too must he ascend
 Now we are to laud his praises
 His Accomplishments.

 As I raised my head,
 The terrain did I explore
 A right and a left, a ten minutes walk 
 No less no more.
 Then out of to the fresh air
 The silence of the trumpeters note
 Soon at the gates we arrived
 To be greeted by a tree,
 The previous night I dreamt.
 For under it was laden 
 Passion fruits you see,
 But when I open one up
 Crystal clear water did I see.

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Chatterbox

We all meet Friends like these and sometimes we keep them!!
Written with a bit of Jamaican Patois thrown in.

           
                                 Chatterbox
Some people when them when they start chat
Just cant stop at all
Not a word in edgeways
You are a fly on the wall
Just like a runaway train 
You wish their mouth would stall
All the world revolve round them
And the echoes from their eardrums 
Don't resonate, to their braincells at all
Impervious to the voice of reason
Tougher than a granite wall

Do they ever stop to think for a moment
That for every problem they got
There are many a solutions
But they never give you a chance
To answer them back.

Last time you were telling me
How you fall out with your friend
Instead of complaining to me
Why not talk to him
Continue with your chatter
Then tell me 'bout his mother
Sister, and a brother called Glen
But you wearing me down 
With all your problems

I have my Water Rates
Gas and electricity to pay
Already got the final letter
And tomorrow is cut off day!

Not too bothered 'bout the cooking
Cornmeal mi know to turn
But if mi have no drinking water 
Mi have no where to turn.
Cleanliness is next to godliness
ChikV on the rise
And keep spreading
Without water to keep clean
Pickney them will get sick 
And Catch germ

Mi know Mass Bertie
Is a good and honest man.
He is not a borrower 
But he will lend
So if its money you want from me
Don't look in my direction
Go and borrow from him.

My parents all use to tell me
Life is not an easy ride
As fast as you fall down
So you must try to rise
Same thing the elders told me
Same thing has just arrived
Same thing I experience
Same way you must learn
Once you suffer from laziness
Dollars you  cease to earn
If you continue with your foolishness
And don't move up a gear
Same thing whey happen last year 
Same thing will happen this year

Working hard is no science
Its brings its reward
Food on the table
And forges self-reliance
So if you have nothing further to say
Please get out of my way 
I have a pressing day
While I bid you farewell
And wish you good day.

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Impotency

This poem is written with a fair of Jamaican Patois but I hope you all get the drift.


Cow Cock Soup


Boy things a get bad, really sad.
Went to bed last night
Mi wife feeling fruity
Mi eyes get bright
Put on her nightie
And gave me the invite
She sey come in the boudoir 
But for god sake, get it right!
Her patience is running out
Something not right
For something which is now horizontal
Should be moving upright.
Yellow card she already issue
And whistle she no want to blow
But its time mi move from centre circle
And shoot for goal.
She a run out of patience
And cant stand the sight
Of that big black thing 
Whey no want to stand up and fight.

Mi head start hot mi
Cold sweat start wash mi
It may rise to the task 
But how long will it last?
She sey this is last caution
But she going on holiday
And if things no improve 
When she gets back
She going to move out 
Same Day!!
You no suffer from arthritis
Gone pass mid-life crisis 
So if a so things a go stay
Better if we go our separate way
You no have money worries
She no longer need precaution
She don't know why it deflate
When her bun is in the oven
And she want it staked
Worse when there is bushes in her garden 
And she want it raked

So mi siddung and hatch a plot
What to do with this darn blasted flop
Mi love my wife and want her happy
So when she go on holiday 
Mi ago call somebody
And seek some consultations
From the bushman and the deacon
But mi skip the pastor
Mi no want his helping hand
But since she gone
Let me tell you wha a gwaan
Met a lady who tell me about a cure
Which should ease my complex
And get things back
Where they were before
So be at ease and fret no more
To remedy my anxiety and fix my droop
It comes in the drinking of
Cow Cock Soup

She advised me to drink it in the morning
Before its hot
And another cup an hour
Before she gets back
Drink it cold, then lay on my back
Slap her on the derrière
Then lift her frock
It would also help 
If you stroke her back!
If that doesn't work
And do the trick
There is nothing else to recommend  
But a candle stick

As soon as she got in 
Mi follow her instruction
Lifted her frock
Slapped her derriere
Then stroked her back
Then came this sudden stand at attention
Lawd, didn't it work
From a reluctant member
To one which didn't shirk
Well after the act 
I didn't have to ask
Because in the throes of passion
She cracked a laugh.

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The Red Rose Smiles

Amongst the thorns and bushes, 
The red rose smiles.

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Nuclear Waste

Nuclear Waste 

Last night
 I woke up from my sleep
From a dream ,
a dream that made me weep
I stood alone
With nowhere to turn
Cause they had burnt it
All to the ground

The land was waste
Houses were down
There was no one
Left in my favourite town
I stood alone
With nowhere to turn
Cause they had burn it
All to the ground

My friends were gone,
My family dust
The cars,the trucks
Were fragmented dust
I stood alone
With nowhere to turn
Cause they had burn it
All to the ground

I then awake
Arrested my fear
When I felt the warmth
of my flowing tear
I was not alone
I had somewhere to turn
My feet were still
On the fathers ground.

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I Can'T Breathe

I cant breathe
Because you do not hear
My voice pleading.
My heart bleeding
A brother, a sister grieving
For the loss of life
That you have taken
Not in mistake
But in wanton evil

I can't breathe
When you should understand 
my plight. my suffering, my blight
At your hands, your fists, your knees
Choking, thumping then deceased
In a swift act, another life is stolen
And then the mourning

I can't breathe
When I am anchored to the bottom rung
No hope of stepping forward 
Only way is down
My future finished, before it began
My destiny drifting in a cloud, 
In uncertainties
In soliloquies of redemption songs.

I can't breathe
Of the heartache caused
Newsflash!! another live lost.
To the hatred and indiscretions
Of an evil, dated in the past
Of post colonial dominance
Hoping, slavery will last

I cant breathe
That from the cradle to the grave
You denied  me
Opportunities and growth, that defines me
Brutality and pain you prescribed me
An in the stench of my suffering you plied me
With pain and hurt that riled me 
Not thinking of the consequences
You start
to 
squeeze
holding my breath,
my uttering,
With my last breath, I plead.
Mommy, hear my prayer
He is killing with his knees
Sinking to oblivion, with my last breath
I yield, 
Let me breathe, 
Let me breathe.