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A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.
A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.
A nation of democracy and old english style,but things sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.
An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.
Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.
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They lie stagnant day by day,year by year as time goes idly by.
Their days of glory has ended but not totally forgotten.
All colors,makes,models,years are placed in their final resting place,
like the dead in a secluded cometary.
Bushes and shrubs have overgrown them from view.
Broken headlights,busted tire and extreme deterioration;
have become the end result of some or yet most of these once greatly
esteemed automobiles.
people come every so often to salvage what little is left of them,
or to reminisce about the glamour of their productive years,
yet....at the end of the day,they are alone once again, still remaining in the
shadows of their past
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Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject to the
bekoning of its un-obtainable master.
Photographs gives us the imagery of good-times,happy
occassions,celebrations,parties,annaveraries.....the first steps,the first dance,the first
date,the first ride or a loved one long gone but not forgotten. But canyou see him there
lurking in the shadows,waving behind a sibilings head or pearched on Grand-dad's aged laps
as he rocks back and forth ever so gently in his soft arm-chair.
Can you see him when the streaks of grey come out from hiding, or the arms shake;when
the knees buckle and sway form walking with added load.
Is he there when chil-hood games ceases;texbooks replaces scantly cladded dolls,tea
cups,ballerina shoes,ribbons,tricycles,action figures,big red fire trucks,,videogames and back-
yard swings. When facial geastures are no longer cute or precious but rather premeditated
to impel demands.
No!.....,you cannot see him but he is there watching,waitngfor the precise moment to strike
like a poisonous adder coiled up in a deep,dark hole.
Can you charm him,........no! presuede or bribe him,..........no! Can you reason wih him like
mortals,chronologically listing to him all the things you have accomplished in this life in order
to win his frienship........no!
All we can do is hope that he forgives and approves of our previous actions.
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In the caccoon of two lovers embrace and ecstasy a minute wounderous bliss of
evolution
begins......sometimes unbeknowing by the sheer feasting of pleasure in unison.
Nevertheless what was once a tiny seed implanted in the fertile garden of nature now
takes
on
new form;as it grasps out ,clinging at the air shrieking,wiggling,stretching as it
makes its
presence known to its new world very audibly and triumphantly.
As time spirals quickly foward trials,victories,failures and successes beats upon his
spirit
like an African drummer in a low melodic monotonous tune signifying the right of
passage
from boy-hood to man-hood. " Bum-ba-ba Bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum it
goes
ever so louder as it progresses through life's journey.
Steps always moving foward,bound by its audious beat he goes.........but wait......an
unforeseen circumstance or bump in the road causes him to stumble and lose his
steps;
He frantically tries to recover, maintains his course and the rythum of life's beat one
again.
Then one day as he is basking in the sunlight of the day,enjoying the fruits of his
works ,he is
summoned by his maker to cease from laboring and making merry to take his eternal
rest.
Thus he brings the mourners about the streets,wailing,wearing dark gloomy garments.
Faces of anguish and disbelief fills pews as they pour out their souls in despair as
like one
who is without hope as he lies motionless berfore them.
He appears comfortable and at peace facing upward like one who has settled in for
the night
upon his bed. He is asked many questions but gives no reply...many gestures are
made
towards him, he gives no response.close shouting is made near his head but he pays
it no
mind........for he does not have to answer now, because his time for questioning has
ended.
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"Stars"
I do not know how big they are,
But I can see them twinkle from afar.
Their shape to me is yet unknown,
Still I can see them where ever I go.
Way high up there in the night sky,
Farther than any bird could ever fly.
"How did they get so far away,?"or
"Will they fall down to earth someday?"
When I look through my window late at night,
I stare at those stars,so beautiful and bright.
One day I know there won't be any cars,
But when I look up there will always be stars
Quentin Alexander Sands
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Who is this rare gem thus my eyes behold?;
with one quick sweeping glance you cast your love spell upon me.
Like the magestic river Nile your love flows thru me filling the resevoirs of my heart.
Your eyes are like diamonds sparkling ,set in the night sky on a fair night in June.
Your hair is like the finest silk flowing through my hands as I caress you ever so tenderly.
Your lips are like strawberries tender and sweet to the taste;oh how I love them.
Your hands are like velvet cushions soft and soothing to the touch.
Your body is likened to that of a young gazelle running in the forest.
Your smile illuminates the deepest,darkest depths of my soul, ushering in feelings of joy.
Come let us embrace with passion under the moonlight and cast shadows upon the rocks
until the breaking of day.
Some women are fair but you surpass them all. Our love shall go on even after we are both
resting in eternity......my love.
Dedicated to My Wife
Termeka Charriet Rolle-Sands
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Its dark cold and wet below
I'am all alone does anyone know?
I fell the warmth of my padded earth;
Trying to make out what life is worth.
I wonder what's up there?.......how will I know?
It must be good from that great glow.
HeY! I broke through....I can see.....
There is more around than just me.
Ah,what a releif I'am not alone;
I see others small like me too growing strong.
It feels so good to be on top.....but I am still growing, will I ever stop?
Up,up,up and out is how I go,in heat,rain,wind or snow.........
Alas........I AM.
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The sun glistens heavenly over our heads;thus casting black shadows as we walk in
togetherness.
We prespire ,skylarking in our seizure,in youthful bantering as we reach our destination.
Sudenly the wind is crisp,there is an occassional breeze about us pressing against our faces.
Feet cooled by the soft feel of wet sand,we emerge into the tranquil waters.......
we rise,we laugh,we dry ourselves and journey home.
The lean season begins and the sound of rain on our roof-tops restrain us to indoor activities.
The once humid air is cut sharply by the smell of moisture and precepitation.
Water trickles slowly down the window pane as I gaze unpatiently for a clearer day.
I bombard my mind with many insane questions,knowing fully well that there are yet no
answers.
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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.
I see a beautiful lady frisking her hair, wiping prespire from her mascaraed face whilst
pushing a stroller along the busy sidewalk.
A dog sits in the shadow of a street sign; its mouth gaped in a state of exasperation.
Without warning it happens...........the first wave of attack.
An obscure lone drop comes down and taps you on your shoulders.
You look around feverously ...but see no one in view.
An audious rumbling is heard above your head sending everyone in motion.
The downpour occurs and the smell of dampened earth cuts the once humid air;
The ground is filled with myriads of liquid puddles collected in different places.
Those who are armed hold up their array of colorful shields to fend off the heavy invasion ,
whilst those who are not,scamper about in astonished utter despair.
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When it is turned on you are under its spell,
You are cut off from all those around you instantly.
It captures your uttermost attention with its captivating images which eludes your mind.
You hear a voice next to you but there is no response.
A hand goes in font of your face for an instant and yet it has no bearing on you ,because you
are in its world and you have become one with it.
Your body sits motionless and your eyes widened like a frightened deer which had escaped
from its prey.
Control is not yours anymore;it is its totally...........
Until someone trips over a cord,then you regain consciousness to the world about you.
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