He was so unsuspecting. He snuck up on her, in a place, where she would not expect him to be. Yet, he was everything she wanted. No, he was not perfect, but he was perfect for her. He never judged her and he loved her to the nth degree. He showed affection, continually. He cooked, cleaned, … Continue reading Short Story #3: Love’s Story
Her heart raced as she realised where she was. Keys jingled across the room and light footsteps made its way towards her.
Thomas stopped mid-stride on his way out the door. His heart was heavy, as an anchor in the Chesapeake Bay. He turned, took a few steps and looked at the woman he had loved for fifteen years.
I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;
I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;
I step on the grass carpet
And it feels like heaven under my toes;
My limbs flex
My arms stretch
My eyes turn to heaven
And I bid the Father hi;
In two steps
I bend at the waist
And dip my nose
To the bouquet of hibiscus
Unfurling in her pose;
Her scent is light
Her petals frail
She trembles at my touch;
The noon day sun peeks over my shoulder
Eager to touch her petals;
With my eyes close
I stash the memory of life’s simplicity
Into the drawer of my cranium for posterity;
In another day
She will bow and pray
And off to her maker she will go.
By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2015, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe
I AM, I exist...until, I AM no more.- Poetess Denise Fyffe Copyright © Denise N. Fyffe
I am more than you can ever imagine. With Him the possibilities are endless. My purpose is yet unfulfilled, hence I gave even greater things, that lie within. I am MORE..- Poetess Denise Fyffe Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe
I hide my pain even from myself, until a tear escapes and so follows the rest.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe I stand in my skin And I ponder within Of my history Of my story. The foundation of me Which I forget so easily Of my history Of my story. Those who struggled Those who fought for my freedom For our freedom. Now it is … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: My Black Story
By: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe My life is being attacked My relationships are being attacked If you come next to me, You are going to be attacked; All that glitters turns to rust and not gold My enemies start to smile And my friends get cold; My eyes can’t be … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry : Attacking Ships
Sitting here... lounging and relaxing during my lunchtime. Enjoying the breeze and letting my mind wander... it has a mind of its own, my mind... It has decided to quietly slip away to my favorite spot in the mountains... where nature is all consuming and soothing. By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2014, Denise N. … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry : Lazy Thoughts
