Soft spoken like Charmin
The earth is down to you
You'd sacrifice the clothes off your body
in a winter storm
Forever putting yourself out of the photo
Loyal to snakes
Spearhead in your spine
future bright as a lit billboard at 2 a.m.
all for $2000
Now you live among rapists, murderers
talking only within
Came out of the closet to me
and strictly me
Regret fills lungs like butterflies
My oldest friend
Dreamt of being a pioneer
We sucked ideas from each others brain
World conquerors together
Helped Mrs. Stalworth with 1000 groceries
Taught the slow boy to double knot
This is not your destiny
You befriended me when I was fresh meat
Orchestrating fundraisers in our minuscule community
Catching game winning TD’s
Unstoppable on the field
Nicknamed sticky hands on the gridiron
Now off it too
What changed, pal?
Times get rocky
you taught me that
Why can’t you take your own advice?
Frustration boils like magma
Secrets deteriorate a person
like battery acid
Why didn't you confide in me?
Heroin destroys like tornados
My heart full of glass and impotence
I could have helped you, brother
I'm sorry I let you fall
off that never ending cliff
Categories:
stalworth, beautiful, best friend, deep,
Form: Elegy
It is true that Jamaica is rich in tradition
and history,
Jamaicans don't view the world as everybody else
does, they are critical when it comes to love,
The country has more churches per capita,
So, the natives are not easily persuaded with
new chapters,
Youths who display a penchant for the same sex
may experience family neglect,
Musicians may sing about "Batty Men" and such,
and if children tell their parents they are gay,
The entire family thinks they are nuts,
Jamicans are stalworth and steeped in tradition,
the Gays think Jamaicans are prejudiced and
living in oblivion,
Around the world other people think the same way,
yet, they hide their biased feelings with jokes
and casual play,
The gays are no better because they perpetuate hate
with every letter,
If there was a contest for Ms. World, they would rather
choose an Eskimo girl instead of a Jamaican woman who
was competent and bright,
How does two wrongs make a right?
Categories:
stalworth, political, world, family, family,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Fatherhood is a serious job,
There is no time to slack off or to be a slob,
It requires tenacity and due diligence,
Indifference could cause children to be
plagued with all sorts of pestilence,
Fathers have to be stalworth and strong
in order to keep their children
from doing wrong.
Categories:
stalworth, father
Form: Light Verse
Love should not be about one day,
or a moment commemorated in time,
It should be a halo of positive feelings
that illuminate lives,
Love should elevate spirits and be unwavering,
never moody or changing,
It should be the one constant that remains in our life
allowing us to reach our zeniths until we are able to
touch the skies,
Love is never limiting, controlling or filled with remorse,
Some loves last a lifetime, others run their course,
One thing is certain, if love is true it never dies
and pain is felt each time the other lover cries,
Love is stalworth, unwavering and integrable,
It cannot be bought by self indulgent rebels.
Categories:
stalworth, love
Form: Light Verse
Terrorists know how to matriculate into normal life,
adapating to their surroundings like clever spies,
winning peoples' confidences as they go about their days,
all the while studying their movements and ways,
waiting for the right time to attack or give reason for alarm,
taking their victims off guard,
creating unrest and uncalm,
They are hard to deciper or spot,
because they can warp into any
form or image, having no misgivings
of what they are doing is wrong,
They proceed with their misadventures,
stalworth and strong,
deriving pleasure in every sick, sadistic,
inhuman act,
Once they start, they have the inablity to stop,
Terrorists are of a different mindset,
unable to be decoded or talked down,
Their sense of creating terror is profound
and can only be halted by an act of God,
or an army designed by King Sherrod.
Categories:
stalworth, political
Form: Prose Poetry