You do not know the extent to which you wound people when you open your mouth, when you form your words, when you launch them out. They know, because they feel it inside. The gaping wounds are invisible to your eyes, but to them its a lifelong memory of the assassination attempt by you, on … Continue reading Jamaican Poets: Wounding Words
Reminiscing on Jamaican CashPot and Lotto Game: Advice on how to deal with Pathological Gambling
There is double-sided hypocrisy in Jamaica and that is the allowance of Jamaican Lotto and Jamaican Cashpot games. But on the other side is the strong aversion to building and allowing casinos to develop. Either way, there will be people who become addicted to both and certainly, the Jamaican Lotto and Jamaican Cashpot games are causing … Continue reading Reminiscing on Jamaican CashPot and Lotto Game: Advice on how to deal with Pathological Gambling
Jamaican Poetry: Bleed through the Pen
It is better to bleed the heart through the pen, than to die of internal bleeding.- Poetess Denise Fyffe Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his … Continue reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Treasures of Colombia: Buñuelos or Colombian Fry Dumpling (Colombian Street Food)
Today, we will savor a taste of The Buñuelo. It is a Fried Dough Ball or a Colombian Traditional Christmas Snack . According to Wikipedia, "In 711, the Islāmic Arab and Moors of Berber descent in Northern Africa, crossed the Strait of Gibraltar to the Iberian Peninsula and conquered Iberia (Medieval Spain) and ruled for eight … Continue reading Treasures of Colombia: Buñuelos or Colombian Fry Dumpling (Colombian Street Food)
Jamaican Poetry: My Jamaican Heritage
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess defy, Denise N. Fyffe My Jamaican heritage Is more than just where I was born It is more than the color of my skin It is more than the language I speak; My Jamaican heritage is the combination of everything; My Jamaican heritage is the struggles I … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: My Jamaican Heritage
Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica, Our Country
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe How is it that our country, Jamaica stands On the left, but not on the right hand? How is it that our country moves, Through treacherous reefs, sailing through and through? How is it that our country breathes, These toxic fumes of crime … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica, Our Country
Jamaican Poetry: Jamaican Parent and Child
Me as a woman so strong and divine, Will tek care of my picknie, with love and time Me as a woman bold and free, I am ashamed, I don’t want my picknie doing manual work, Like me. Tough love I know, tough love I give; My past embarrassments I try to outlive. Toiling daily, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaican Parent and Child
How Dangerous Is King Crab Fishing?
Crab legs are the best you have ever tasted; but where do king crabs come from? Understanding the demands and what goes into getting you some crab legs in the king crab fishing industry is important. These men sacrifice a lot and things like fuel costs do hurt the fishermen in the king crab fishing … Continue reading How Dangerous Is King Crab Fishing?
Jamaican Poetry: Sneeze
Si, me jus leggo one sneeze, Mi feel it all di way to me knees Not a body or a gentle bone, Mi wrap up, inna mi bed all alone; Wata jus a beat down mi windah, Like it a beg, “Mistress, mistress let we in yah.” Not ova me dead body, Hol on, mi … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Sneeze
