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I'Ve Been There Before

by Kerinth Campbell


I walk before you, all the time
Yet I have always been right here.
I hear your calls
I anticipate your sighs
I know in the silent moments when you cry.
I treasure those tears
Yes! I understand your fears
The road you think you alone are on,
I have already been there.

I have prepared the table
The Oilf of My Presence rests
Double portion on your head
See, I have gone before
I have walked the stony paths
And smoothed the thorny bed.

My child, the apple of my eye –
My arms of love, healing and peace
Encircle you.
I am the Fourth Man
And I am here with you – 
In the fire and the flood
In the quiet, in the storm.
The Son of My Presence
Will rise on you in the morn.

Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016



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Screams and Groans

By Kerinth Campbell

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Nerve shattering
Spine chilling
Teeth chattering
Feet unwilling.

High pitched
Ghoulish delight
Screams!
More screams
In the foreboding night

Low and ominous
Rising moans
Screams!
Inhuman baleful groans

Cackling, evil
Gleeful pleasure
Groans
Moans
Screams 
Without measure

To a crescendo
Lowering to a suspense
Rising
Rising
Rising
Building up again

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016

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Transportation

Transportation,  Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.


Transportation of schoolers, We can’t ignore
Parish Council and T.A. open the door
Dem open de door to safe highways
Drivers, come mek mi show you de way.


PLAN NUMBER ONE, yu must put in place
Watch yu speed limit, Or pólice in yu face.
But oonu inna hurry, 
An oonu inna haste
Jus a grab plenty dollas
Inna dis ya rat race
Yu no realize sey dat tings no so nice
Protect de schoolers dem, 
dem a fi wi special prize.


Transportation,  Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.


PLAN NUMBER TWO  
a telling you is true
Play wid de schoolers and yu corner really blue
Treat de pickeny dem wid plenty respect
Diginity, Courtesy and yu know de rest
All when inna yu face dem push up dem breast.


Responsibility is PLAN NUMBA THREE
Dress to impress an talk mek we see
Yu a one good driver wid nuff control
Drap de pickney dem right  a school door


Transportation,  Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation,  Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.

Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016

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Tearful Language

TEARFUL LANGUAGE
By Kerinth Campbell


Cry…
For each tear is a pearl of anguish
Which God Himself tenderly catches
And gently places in a golden bowl.

Cry…For words fail to tell of the
Searing pain and grief
Which twists like hot sharpened knives
Into the core of your being.

Cry, my dear, For if truth be told,
God understands the language of
Your Tears.
He, too, cries with you…
He feels the same grief…
He knows that womanly pain.

Intimate God!
He understands the bereft moments and
Days and
Hours and…
He agonises with the intensity of your emotions.

Yes! God knows the sound
Of a woman’s language of tears…

Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016

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Help Me

Help Me
By KDC

Like empty shells of houses
Once, filled with light and happiness
They pass us everyday.
Flapping, crumbling windows, tattered curtains
Of their lives – their eyes – revealing the
Devastation within – the disarray, damp
And mould, the chipped pieces of their soul.

Peple – sad, broken empty, bowed down
Faces devoid of feelings
Yet revealing the hurt,
Disappointments and pain.
Lonely people, quiet people who lock
Themselves into a cocoon
Oh so warm, so safe but dark and foreboding
For no light enters therein
And they yearn to exit into the Light.

Help Me! Please! I am here. Don’t pass me.
I am locked up within. Please help me.
Where do I go? Where are the exits?
Tell me what to do.
No more strength I have, nor more strength to reach out to you
You say you care – You do, don’t you?
Listen to my anguished cries, look – look!
Into the brokenness of my eyes
I am falling, falling to my knees.
Help me.

Copyright © Kerinth Campbell | Year Posted 2016




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