In my gleam of consciousness
I crush on a lady of complete awesomeness
Her body is fruity
The very epitome of beauty!
Esther Sando: a lady of virtue
That always makes use of her IQ
Her smile that passes
Like Summer's buzz
Subdues my heart to tremble
With her fair face Portia to resemble.
She is out and out beautiful!
A queen fit only for the faithful
You could wonder how she's created
If only she were not an angel.
Categories:
portia, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Pure as she is, sweet as she is
The beauteous Portia of my dream
With her anchor of roses
Conceived by her body of harmony.
The velvety of her skin I sink
Soft like fresh-ripe melon
Unsullied as perfect Swan
Which encapsulates beauty and love.
Adorned she in her customary apparel
The pride of Africa
She: the citadel of virtue
The Hyena of my land
African woman: her glorious symbol
With her countenance like a beam of light
Which scintillates my nights to bear.
I call her black woman, but pure black
My candle is ignited by her dulcet tales
I hail you, precious woman
The morning star of beauty
The Barnadeth of mankind.
Categories:
portia, africa, beauty, black love,
Form: Free verse
A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
Categories:
portia, education, longing, romance, teen,
Form: Free verse
Portia, My Funny Valentine sighs Kind of Blue in Green 'Round Midnight.
(A little tribute to Miles D)
Categories:
portia, celebration, desire, destiny, friendship
Form: Monoku
When majestic Australia met musical New Orleans
A funny girl full of dance found true romance
A marriage of two gracious Queens
Circulating love on Earth to purposely enhance
Ellen paid life's tuition with or without others permission
Not surprised two positive powerful women yoked
Are willing to bring others dreams to gleeful fruition
Life peppered with charity, humility and love soaked
Portia comes from a land of incredulous beauty
Ellen was born where music and song are intuition
Both advocate for animals and charity equivalent to a duty
Humorously lifting spirits akin to a healing physician
Upon reflection I was surprised no one has written you two a song
If I master that skill, I will, but until my sonnet is where you belong
Categories:
portia, women,
Form: Sonnet
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
Categories:
portia, leadership,
Form: Free verse
How cunning and sly,
This ingenious guy,
Deceitful and shrewd,
The way he wooed,
Appeared to be prey,
Mimicked the day,
With waves of vibration he was able to stay,
Hunting your own kind,
Would be labeled a crime,
But not in the realm of corrupted times,
Instinctive behavior to ruin the race,
This time he stepped into the wrong webs place.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
portia, nature, people, war,
Form: Rhyme