Jamaican Poetry : Lazy Thoughts


Sitting here…
lounging and relaxing on my lunch time.
Enjoying the breeze and letting my mind wonder…
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.
Of course, my mind has stolen you too;
I show you my favorite waterfall and all the trails where grown folks can hide away and do grown folks business without any threat of interruption.

Night comes and its cold, utterly so,
This spot is in the clouds and to survive two bodies would have to become…one.

Not that that’s a problem
because no one else is close enough to hear the careless whispers and mating cries…
sleep is optional but welcomed in the end…and
a new day begins….and

a new memory begins.

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Poetry: Dis Journalist Mad


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2017, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

Now tell mi if di journalist nuh mad,
Fi go look pon 20 foot wave,
A wash pon land.
Afta yuh see sey one camera man almost drown,
Yuh a try get shot of Palisadoes grung;

Is anyting else damage?
Is yuh car alright?
Cause mi waan fi knuh,
Wah yuh a do inna storm 2’oclock a night?

Now tell mi if dis journalist nuh crazy,
Dem a go geh wi heart failure,
Or mek we have premature baby.
We jus waan knuh sey oonu safe an sound;
We nuh waan visit nuh burial ground.
Next ting di eulogy go read,
Great Jamaican, good friend father of some well sown seed;

Please mi a beg oonu nuh mek mi heart skip a beat;
Tek care, report good;
And of foolish acts, please beware.

Jamaican Poetry: Love, Slain


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe

The breeze whips my hair like fall leaves
Covering my face
Covering my vision
Of you;
I turn
And look in the direction where you went
My heart moans and vent
As it already misses that deep musk
Lingering,
I smell you;
My eyes turn into water pumps
Newly tapped by hurt
As you desert
The love, you left here;
And I sigh
As I realize,
You will no longer be at my side;
And I sigh
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;
My finger creeps to secure a hold of the door frame
Newly named,
The place where our love was slain;
My knees shift as the shakes overtake them
And then, my backbone bends
And sounds unheard rip from my heart
Ricocheting,
Off tongue and throat walls;
And I cry,
Silently I cry
As I realize
You will no longer be at my side;
And I cry
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;

I cry, and I cry
And my love screams,
Don’t kill what’s left within me;
And I cry, and the shadow of you
Now lives within me;

Water swells and wells at the corner of my eyes
As I remember, my favorite memory before you left
That of me looking into your honey butter eyes
And I cry.

Jamaican Poetry: Muse (You are) by Denise N. Fyffe


You are the red bull to my system
The diesel to my engine
Thinking of you makes me want to give up religion
Looking into your intriguing brown eyes
Makes me want to jump that window//
And sit on your thighs;

Jamaican Poetry: I want to find the one


I want to find the one
That is worthy of me,
Will let me be the butterfly and hawk,
Coexisting in this one body;
I wanna let them be
Let them feel safe to be,
A lion, a beetle, to simply be free
But to take me along Not just for me
But because, they cannot be Without me;

Jamaican Poetry, Honey to My Sauce


Honey to my Sauce captures the intense, passionate thoughts and emotions of men and women in love. Enjoy the sentiments inspired by puppy love, office romance or the first kiss. Relish the sensations evoked by remembering when. Dip into the succulent emotions, rarely uttered thoughts and private fantasies. This book of poetry captures the essence of couples falling in love.

Denise N. Fyffe

Honey to my Sauce captures the intense, passionate thoughts and emotions of men and women in love. Enjoy the sentiments inspired by puppy love, office romance or the first kiss. Relish the sensations evoked by remembering when. Dip into the succulent emotions, rarely uttered thoughts and private fantasies. This book of poetry captures the essence of couples falling in love

This book has a selection of love poems that I have written over the last ten years. Certainly they are flavored with the seasoning that is Jamaica. The emotions are true and raw; nothing is withheld.

My readers include a large sect that live for these poems. I enjoy seeing their glee and pleasure when they read through a couple lines ofthebook; soon they return withstories about sharing these lines with loved ones.-Poetess Denise Fyffe”

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Jamaican Anthology, 101 Jamaican Love Poem


101 Jamaican Love Poem is the comprehensive anthology of love poems by Jamaican author and poet Denise N. Fyffe. Her whimsical, erotic even witty anecdotal writing is oft to engage the minds of her readers. She uses her words to masterfully illuminate the canvas of her readers’ minds, intricately, with flamboyant images expressed in almost scandalous detail.

Denise N. Fyffe

101 Jamaican Love Poem is the comprehensive anthology of love poems by Jamaican author and poet Denise N. Fyffe. Her whimsical, erotic even witty anecdotal writing is oft to engage the minds of her readers. She uses her words to masterfully illuminate the canvas of her readers’ minds, intricately, with flamboyant images expressed in almost scandalous detail. The book comprises of 101 poetic verses that express the emotional foreplay, real and imagined, between lovers and acquaintances, while exploring the themes of love, attraction, fantasy, relationships and break ups.

This book has a selection of love poems that I have written over the last ten years. Certainly they are flavored with the seasoning that is Jamaica. The emotions are true and raw; nothing is withheld.

My readers include a large sect that live for these poems. I enjoy seeing their glee and pleasure when they read through a couple…

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