I see a Jamaica where children run free, not from gunshots, but toward possibility. I see classrooms bright with invention, teachers honored, minds ignited like morning sun. I see farmers feeding the nation, soil treated like scripture, land restored to dignity. I see leaders who serve, not rule. Leaders who listen, not shout. Leaders who … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica Vision by Poetess Defy
She rises before the rooster’s cry, a quiet storm beneath the sky. She cooks, she prays, she wipes a tear, she holds the whole world close and near. She is market woman, teacher, guide, mother, healer, nation’s pride. Her hands are worn, her back is strong, she hums her children into song. She carries burdens … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Strength of a Woman by Poetess Defy
O island carved from sun and sea, your spirit lives in all of we. From Blue Mountain mist to Negril’s glow, your heartbeat shapes the life we know. We honor those who walked before, who fought, who bled, who opened doors. We honor those who rise today, who build, who dream, who light the way. … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica Land We Love by Poetess Defy
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 trusted to see in the physical Though they can clearly … 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.
Lucious, bumptious, bodacious JamaicaHappy, fun, and glee;Land of wood and waterThe people irie and sweet; Fly over the oceanOr come by sea;Tune in through the internetJust don't steal or culture beats; Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Wacky WednesdaysA party or three;Merry is the childrenClimbing mango trees; Sunshine, or moonshine People strolling along;Minding their businessSwaying to a … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Land of Wood and Water
Sunday nightWatching at StandpipeCorner, watching as another dayWatching as another lifePass us by; People dancingRocking to the vibes, aliveInside the jukebox, at the shopOblivious of the nightUnobservant to the lifePassing by; Hard things flyPeople scamper like diceFleeing, no more safety for the guyNo more dancing tonight;As another one liesSpirits sailing highLife passing up high; Sunday … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Sunday Night
Fly like a bird,Float like a butterfly;Flow like a wave,And continue to aim high. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian Life, Jamaica Rose, Entertainment … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Aim High
Stand tall and watch them fall,Crumbling like Jericho's wall;Stand firm and do not squirmNo fear, only discern. You got more in the lineYou got time on your side;You got more than they can see,Far more than men like trees. Stand tall, watch and see,Like trees burning in a frenzy;Fire at the root,No more to dig … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Uproot
1,2,3,Who do you see?Are they wasps or bees?Are they men like trees?How far are they?Do not dismay;For in the blink of an eye,They will be defeated, in time. 3,2,1,Now, they are all gone;Now they are like Korah,From 250 princes to none. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: 1,2,3
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