Best Belize Poems
Look into these eyes, these eyes show no mercy
Like flesh ripping off my skin, I scream
I shout the names of those I do not know
Like darkness I shall spread through your dreams
For they will become nightmares
Of which there is no return…
How you will cry, but no tears will fall
For you have sinned, and shall be burnt
Like a thousand suns you shall feel my wrath
Blood dripping from your eyes, ears and nose
The wall thickens with every breath you take
The truth I now expose
You have smiled at death… looked into its eyes
Seen the fury within the depths of his soul!
To bring you pain and much suffering
Is his aim, his only goal!
The fear from which he feeds
Is buried deep inside your mind
Laying dormant, hidden from plain sight
But eventually it will find you!
Haunt you, and bury you alive
Rip the jaws apart, gouge your eyes
Peel your skin off, until you’ve bled plenty
Only leading to your demise
For the pain doesn’t end there
It’s only about to start….
The executioner waits down below…
Ready to tear you apart
When you scream, the angels will but only laugh
For you did not listen well
You mocked them, ignored them
Now in hell’s kitchen you dwell
Into a pit of which there is no return
No escape only much suffering to come
This world varies in torture
Of which none can be ran from!
You will bleed endlessly…
Suffer like never before….
Praying to God to take you out
But he listens no more!
The path you chose has lead you to fall
And now your consequences you must face
Now endless misery and regret
For denying God’s wondrous Grace!!!
Eliel202
Belize (Country)
HAIKU #1-14 (Taken from my files totaling 12,016 haiku, started in 2/9/06)
Ants red as wine A black spider seem to own
dine on yellow nectar squatter's rights right on
from a juicy mango. our front porch.
Day of rain and A quiet gentle breeze brought
zero visibility, then thoughts of Belize and
pastel evening sky. New York's Hudson.
Morning draped in silk Drenched from his walk
of white as we await snow a lone man sat basking on
and sleet and cold rain. bench in sudden sunshine.
In dreariness of winter Driving home by night
my philodendron buds stands I fled the signal of a white
erect and frozen. hand hitchhiking.
Earth held in traction In temp of one hundred
by glistening silver moon a black bird basked
full like a balloon. in my shadow.
Blond rabbit pregnant In dark of night
with ***** often visit and With full moon bright
side with the husband military copters all in a row.
A spider sleeps all day In early morn my pen
then wake up and work poised like stillness of
at post twilight time. trees awaiting breeze.
St. John gave its pupils arithmetic
I glided through these
Like breeze of Belize
Los Angeles City College leveled me
Algebra had me on my knees
YET
I clamored to Cal. State, Long Beach,
Where Information Science sacked me
I fought back on campus lush lawns
Lingered crossed-leg in summer sun
WON
My grade was not an F
I graduated and felt blessed.
*
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable
Only little black girl at school and her white friends admired her ‘tan’
–“I'm brown all over” she told them, proudly motioning to all her body.
But skin color can be an issue
I remember the back of the bus-
although we rarely rode it because of that.
I remember for colored only water fountains
segregated schools and lunch counters for whites only.
I remember the caste system at my high school- black step back, brown stick
around, white you all right.
I think Langston Hughes captured the cadence of it.
Bright skin girls were queens and princesses, beautiful and fair.
Black girls were well, BLACK and that was supposed to be a negative.
And then a funny thing happened on the way through the sixties-
BLACK was beautiful and the skin color dynamics began to change.
It came out of the closet and was addressed by white, black, brown, red and
yellow people.
Now skin color is celebrated in all shades and hues although
I still hear teenagers at my high school (I'm a teacher now) say things like,
"I'm not sitting out here in no sun, I don't want to get any blacker than I am."
And of course prejudice has not disappeared it has mutated and we do have
stronger defenses against it in some cases.
Interestingly even skin color defines some of my "brown" students.
They react to the "darkness" of each other and their parents, relatives and
friends.
"My mom is real dark, Miss, she don't look nothing like me."
"Miss, do you think I look like a Mexican? I don't look nothing like a Mexican."
"I'm a Latina."
"There's no such thing as a Chicano, it's something people made up, either
you're a Mexican or you're not."
"What does that mean-Hispanic?"
"I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and El Salvadorian, from Belize; Honduran (We got
black Hondurans, Miss)” That’s the color of skin thing.
Form:
My first Dollie was white
It sat on the lap of Papa's mahogany chair
I looked closer and saw blue eyes
A miniature mannequin, she was thin
Was it a sin I stood not smiling? But turned within
Filled with joy, the color of my skin was Cadbury brown
My Christmas gift to me all along
Dark girls I meet were pretty and sweet
If they were poor, I loved them more
My brother's first love was an Ebony dove
She was the color of my love
Nobody told me I was beautiful
On our way to sea, I felt it
A nappy haired doll; hand in hand
With my teacher, Miss Daphne, on the pier
I felt a touch, warm as Carib' breeze
It was the arms of God saying I was His
Of Her, my Jamaican Mama wedded to my Papa in Belize
Where mahogany speaks
Mys second dally was brown
She made me smile, and lingered long
peering into iris of her eyes
It was deeper than colorism
It was first pool my spirit plunged in
It soothe my soul
My friend, Denise Taylor was white
Eyes the color of chocolate
Her curls bounced gaily as we skipped to school
Her mood I always savored, was jelly sweet treat
She painted me a picture of light in all its glory.
*
The "Busy Bees" danced
The "Nightingales" sang
All day long we practiced
To make a difference with
Our acts and words for the visitors.
They would see full flow of energy
A mix of teamwork and play and loving
And on opening night in the auditorium
Up at "Central Farm" outside the City of Belize
We shared the love
As love was shared with us
We were from rich and poor families
In Belize, British Honduras, but...
A week of free summer fun gave
Sweet memories of butterflies, and breeze
And the order in which we enjoyed three meals
And in between snacks, and comfort sleep
With sound of wilds, and waterfall.
Memories of that day Miss Wilshire from the Y
parked her car, and walked into our yard
And spoke in silence with Granny
And when she departed
Granny summoned me from playing
Beneath our house; I felt scared
Hadn't done anything wrong. She said,
"You and your sisters got summer treat"
That was sweet music to my ear, I can still hear.
*
ONE HEART, TWO HOMES; (was first written in December of 2011)
Belize of my birth; where my first love bloomed
You've showed me sweet freedom, to grace a second home.
But who'd forsake you? prodigals with intent to stay away?
I recalled years of help, silently floating in, from the US of A.
Where else would I dine with virgin air, suffusing flowered backyards?
I have no qualms, propagating positive economic rewards.
Two splendid homes; one of rivers, one of sun kissed sea
I think to myself, who runs where, to be warm and cozy?
Then again, who's all sufficient; people's lives intertwine
In spaces here and there, surely that's no crime.
One heart that loves... two homes... so close and unrestrained
There's diplomacy and grace, you're both well trained.
O Belize, I see bravado and zing; you're still happy and gay
Royalties still go and come, like tourist ships, from the US of A.
*
Give me bukut!
First root of my Belize
It is builder of blood
Strength of my bones
Soul fortifier
It ignites my fire
It has stood the test of time
Unscathed
Just as mahogany wood in hurricanes.
Bukut reminds me of the Baron's lighthouse
Its interior is mysteriously sweet
Generations come to feast
Do you know how long?
It endures heat
It is dark Cadbury of my skin
Its seed, caramel iris of my eyes
Its sap, blood of my blood...
Folks bask in shade of its limbs
It is here and there multiplying
Give me pallet friendly bukut!
It is root of my Belize.
*
Battle me, ill thrash thee into dust
Warrior spirit bust with a carnage thrust to ya chest
Evolving the sun into my godliness throne
But the moon says i make her moan
So i gotta plant my seeds into her lunar drones
Midnight admission, crackhead addictions
Street corner benedictions
Minotaur inscription ending in nothingness
Its best that opal u-turns, burn the scar deep within
Dragon blends seethe swords conceived tainted lore
Belize believe nothing else comes close, cuz i wrote IN'I gourds
African soldiery and more, strike existence snare
Pour youth between thin air blocks columbine shocked
Aviators rocked I flew higher than they ever got
Stocks and bonds cropped akuma slash block
My talents germinate brain waves optimistic in nature
Irreligious vapors incompetent
Money rules the defense soon to trial, convictions vile
Shape up son, close is judgment interaction won
Unless hector had the gun and he was the one by your side
I once sat a pet for a good friend
He said "come and take it easy"
The Jacuzzi and food never ends
Just until I get back from Belize
I said " You got it, I'll do it"
I had met Spot, he was cool
But, within an hour I was bit
Pulling him out of the pool
I had just got him into the car
I knew I needed some stitches
The hospital wasn't that far
He started barking in high pitches
I decided to leave him there
So I put him in the back
He fought me like a bear
He was on full attack
Bleeding from both legs now
I rushed back to the car
I turned when I heard a "growl"
There he was wanting to spar
I jumped up on the hood
He circled on around
I climbed up to the roof
To get to higher ground
The neighbor had just pulled up
I saw he was going to bite her
She used her Mace on old Spot
Yelling "are you the new sitter?"
While flying to Belize
I sat with ease
Knowing I held keys
To enjoy the land of my birth
But while flying to Belize
I said, jeez!
I'm the only black face
On this huge Delta flight
Yet, I choose to be pleased
Instead of being pissed
For such sight, my ancestors missed
When here and there they were dismissed
From such God given rights...
To sit, to stand wherever they choose
Instead, they suffered abuse
As if darkness gave no birth to light
But what fresh insight...
Belizean poets also hold keys
to unlock what's right
And that, my friend, holds might.
*
Haiku #12, 076.............................................................Pele
Mem'ries by the sea
In Corozal Town, Belize
Sweet post twilight breeze.
*
I'm going home to
Belize of my birth
Beat the drums
My fathers fashioned
Honk the horns
My brothers firmly hold
Strike up the band,
All a we da one.
I am home!
Not alone
You, me, everybody,
We make up this land
Generations strong
By the almighty sea,
East of our Belize.
*
My friend, write what you know about first-hand
An exciting experience, an unforgettable moment,
Your adventurous trip with your high school band
When you didn’t get back your last dollar you lent,
How you felt running your toes through the sand.
Tell us what you imagined as you dozed off to sleep
About the time you took your first motorcycle ride,
Your experience in beautiful Belize probing the deep
How you felt when you learned a good friend died,
A time when a haunting story made your skin creep.
Don’t forget to explore fantasy and wild imagining
Anything that you can describe and make me feel,
What you thought looking at an ad in a magazine
Your emotions are fodder for an interesting spiel,
We might enjoy thoughts on your first tangerine!
The sky is the limit for subjects you might explore
And, speaking of the sky, clouds are rich material
Importantly, make us want to return for more
Write, write, write – write a never-ending serial
Be interesting; most of all, avoid being a bore.
Written June 6, 2022