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NiGERIA AT 59 A HOME OF A FAILED
MARRIAGE
On this wavy Atlantic sailed a white robe
With his skills in Holy book
Thou bringeth thy self to rob
As they used the book as bait we the fish to hook
The net they filled with us the pest
On which they feed with smiles
Their hearts overwhelmed with greed
As they took us on their wheel they sang the creed of greed.
We weaived and quivered while in shiver
They became weavers and achievers
Basket of rich fruits they found
Treasures of riches they discovered under ground
Pleasure filled their honey mouth as the bee took their flight
As they tested the depth of the river with both feets
A mistake they made without a look in sight.
Now the baskets begin to tear as the fruits rot in great delight
The marriage they celebrated with unpleasant feets
As in mockery they danced as they feasted in peace
Alas they broke their vows as the brigades
Fired their barricades
Uniforms interchange uninformed
As the abortion they failed
Begot the painful miscarriage
Presumed for yesterday.
A happy man marries the woman he loves
A happier man loves the woman he marries
But this marriage is due for divorce
The party is over and desolve
Even the rivers show no love in confluence
Give us the agreement of the conference
The urine has been held for long
So the bladder might burst
What ever will be said went wrong
It must be remember how they broke the trust.
She came from the belly of the poor
She struggled for the rights of the people
A strong black woman
She gave the inner-city youths the hope to become what ever they wanted to be
The mother of our nation, we all called her Sister P
She gave her life for politics and the rise of the Jamaican economy
When you talk about a phenomenal woman you speak of the great Portia Simpson Miller
She never looked down on anyone unless she was picking them up because she understood love and humility
No matter what the colour of your flag orange or green we all loved her
She's not afraid to tell you her mind that's what great leaders do
She's the first woman Prime Minister
She made all women proud
She's a political icon
Stand tall my phenomenal leader, Portia Simpson Miller
You made your contribution to the land we love Jamaica
It's the end of an era we thank you for a life well spent serving your country, Jamaica
After Dad's Sunday softball games,
all the kids would run the bases.
Then we'd skip over to the River Inn Tavern.
Players would gather in small sweaty clumps.
Guzzling life
Playing pool
Devouring cold cuts.
Rehashing the scent of the game
The dirt on their uniforms,
was pure, blue-collared art.
I collected bottle caps in those days.
Had a secret agreement with "Chops."
The team coach and tavern owner.
Every time the cash register rang.
The richer he and I became.
Big George was the first baseman.
Power hitter and power drinker.
He was by far the biggest contributor to my collection.
My favorite bottle cap was a Genesse Cream Ale.
It was a pretty pale green.
It reminded me of a quiet mountain lake.
Or the eyes of the little blonde just down the lane.
Many bottle caps later we would leave the River Inn Tavern.
Dad's heart brimming with dirt and diamond.
My pockets jingling with tiny mountain lakes.
Both of us stinking of beer and bargain cigarettes.
That was a million Sundays ago,
Chops, Big George, and my bottle cap collection have left the batter's box.
My dear father is on deck.
Don't know what ever became of the little blonde down the lane.
Day Sounds
On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a little from the flow of the soft and gentle wind. I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from a major street. Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky.
There is a train rail line near our home, and there was a time when they would blow their horn both night and day. I do not recall that there was any particular time, but I rather think there was. What ever the time of day or night, it was never a pleasant sound. Moreover, the sound of trains blowing their horn at night was both ridiculous and disturbing. To our delight, the night blows discontinued.
After the horn blows of the day trains, we can count on the sound of automobiles racing to work. Of course these are people due at work earlier than the rest of us.
Make no mistake about it, we all have our wake up calls, whether by birds, clocks, phones, planes, or trains. Fortunately, life does bring to us an amazing sense of balance, like the beautiful and soothing sounds of singing birds. I am often entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do. I must say, that the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about, and sing about, are most beautiful to my ears. However, let none be misled; bird sounds are not wake up calls. At best, they could pass as snooze buttons.
Some days we are startled by flashes of lighting and rolling thunder.
Furthermore, there are wind storms; the likes of which can knock down fences and trees. Occasionally, we are blessed to be rained upon,
sometimes in the form of a drenching shower, and other times, a pleasing melodious slow and intermittent rain. Either way, the sound is a thing of beauty and peace. In addition, there are those inviting whispering winds that join the chimes and orchestrate music of their own.
06182016 PS Contest, Sounds of The Day by Nayda Ivette Negron
If there is one anything that I could ask you to promise it is this.
Promise me that you will never stop looking.
Explore what ever fascination that excites you most.
Search deep within yourself and explore your hearts imagination.
There is no right thing that makes it wrong or come crashing down.
All the possibilities are endless
Your happiness, your dreams.
I guarantee on your way that you will find a bunch of things that will make your body melt in anticipation.
That out of the blue feeling that makes your heart race for no reason.
That is love, that is life.
That is the vein that stems from all that thrives from your hearts imagination
Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.
How much could you buy or sell using debit or credit
If someone or something wiped out the internet.
A computer virus, terrorists, hackers, or an E.M.P.--
Will wipe out our hard-earned wealth eventually.
Killing beneficial insects is almost like fratricide.
Think really hard again about ever using insecticide.
How many fields of vegetable plants and fruit trees
Will ever bear fruit if there are no more bees.
Rather than organically producing more living topsoil,
We're killing what remains with chemicals derived from oil.
As chemical contaminants follows their downward motions,
Choral reefs and plankton are dying in the oceans.
As a species, we've all become germ-o-phobic neurotics,
Religiously trying to kill all microbes with antibiotics.
But pharmaceutical medicine will never defeat every bug,
So one of these days there's certain to be a super plague.
So will we all starve because we cannot buy or sell,
Or because the oceans and farmlands have all gone to Hell?
Will we be extinguished by some invincible virus?
What ever it be, the fault will probably lie in us!
I wish I could offer some brilliant inspired solution,
But remember that extinction is also a part of evolution.
You may write me off as some kind of nutty alarmist,
But people that know me consider me to be an optimist.
Xiao Ling,
This black, wet night, you, a sad song, to me, did sing,
as I spent a painful hour on the outside of your tears,
wiping, kissing them dry, and wondering why?, what fears?,
did bring to the surface, a multitude of tear drops to your face.
A multitude of memories?, your life's journey?, me?, my place
in the larger scheme of things?, what were your thoughts?,
what had life taken?, what from life?, had you not got?
What was it Xiao Ling?, that created tears of sadness to sing
of what ever it was, that this life, the moment, to you did not bring.
Holding tightly, dancing, kissing - passions unfulfilled do sting !
B. J. "A" 2
November 10th 2009
Desert Reflections
Desert wind lifts the white blanket of sand again
Into the granulated fog like moving cover that it is
Conditions that prevail against the host of light
Blocks visibility, blots out the sun
Yellow in its infinite enormity
It normally occupies a large portion of the sky
But the blue dome of Earth which it covers
Dwarfs the size of sun at dusk
The blue goes on forever in the open end of days
Growing smaller by the hour on a heavy horizon ledge
Creates there, a heavy matter of reflection on the dunes
As sands cut through
Weathers what ever limited tree and vegetation there might be
Always on the verge of extinction as the future moves in
With precious little water to consume
Ever moving with the dunes in that direction
Thirsting for something other than a desert
When someone can really be loving,and kind it causes me to be "Gender Blind". I am that I am,and you are who you are! We are that which we turn out to be! A loving kind "Human Being" makes me "Gender Blind". I found a friend who is loving and kind: That friend is mine until the end of time. It takes time to become "Gender Blind".We have heard it said that "Mother Nature",and "Father Time" can bring about a change to end suffering and pain. Mother Nature and Father Time is "Gender Blind": Mother Nature steps out of the way so that Father Time lets her go on another day.Being "Gender Blind" lets us see more clearly who we are and who someone may be regardless of their sexuality.The goal in any "Human Beings life is to be happy in every way to include their "Gender":What ever it may be;Gay,Lesbian,Bi-sexual,Transgender,Straight,and fancy free. What else matters but dear sweet love of being the best you can be and never spreading "Hate"that can enslaves those who spread hate "Spiritually".What else matters but being happy in your own life weather you do or do not have a husband or a wife! Being "Gender Blind" improves and does not judge "Human Beings"based on "The Reality" of a "Human Beings "Sexuality"!Gender Blindness looks on the inside to see the inner being and if they are willing to express a positive meaning,and let their light shine by being friendly,loving,and kind! That is what makes me "Gender Blind",and it feels sublime and very fine.The life giving spirits of empathy,compassion,kindness,concern,and truth with understanding and desire to have knowledge helps us Human Beings realize how to see beyond the outter appearence,and become "Gender Blind"and seeing "Reality" at the same time. God said: I AM THAT I AM.We are who we are.We are created for God's Pleasure what ever the "Gender"! Let us be "Loving and Tender": That make those who are......The real winners.
When Will We Wake Up?
I am So tire, Tire Of Racism
Tire of me hiding in the shadows
As if i was a Dog or a cat
because of how My skin,
my voice Look or sound Like
It not like i decided to be black
or when to a competition to have black skin,
or what ever skin, that is not point,
So i ask Again When Will man Wake up?
When Will they realize they can’t change
what is, but can adapt to what is
When will they learn that God Choose You Not Man will
When We they Know That You change what was meant
yeah i wonder When??
Tomorrow, when? In a million years or when?
When Exactly?
I long and thirst for the day when
Man Kind Finally Turn Into Kind Man
When We shall open not just our eyes
but our hearts to see beyond The Hue of man
When we shall open our arms to embrace difference
When We Shall see Beyond Differences
And Say Welcome Brother
Then to finally realize that we are all Human
Then to realize God doesn’t make Mistakes
Because I have learn We Rise by lifting others
For no moral Value Is greater Than Humanity
Who are we as human Beings?
if we ignore the Pain And Suffering of Others
Who are we or more Like What Do You Gain
Money, It Sad, because You will gain Money
You will Die Living Behind
So Humans Wake up,
Not everything that is faced can be change,
but nothing can be changed until it is faced
For there is nothing more truly Artistic
than to love people
Stop Racisms, Stop Scaring Youths
Stop Scaring Immigrants
Stop Scaring the Nation
Stop Killing Innocents
Stop Spreading Hatred Among Tribes
Stop this, Stop This Nonsense
Aren’t you guys tire
Because I am, My Vision of a World I want to Live in,
Is a World of Peace An Culture Diversity
Because I Believe Having a point of View is Very Wonderful,
But Enforcing it on others to destroy their inner peace is wrong
Humans have to learn to embrace the differences with love
To embrace the differences with Empathy, Shed the Duplicity
and take a step towards humanity
Unfortunately humanity Can Be quite Cold to those
Whose Eyes See the World Differently