Sunday evening — Di whole lane turn orchestra. Pot cover knock, spoon beat pan, Rice bubble, chicken sizzle, Seasoning scent run marathon. Miss Punsie hum hymn, Miss Joyce sing oldies, Mr. Brown whistle off-key. Pickney drum pon bucket, Dog bark bassline, Birds add harmony. Dinner ready, Noise done, Lane quiet like curfew night. But every … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Pot Cover Symphony by Poetess Defy

Ms. Punsie husband was hot one night. He went to di kitchen fi get a drink. What him find was so profound, poor man nearly have heart attack an faint by di sink. Him hear a whimper, him hear a sigh. Him think it was a duppy moving round dat night. “Never mind,” him thought, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Ms. Punsie Dog & Di Fridge by Poetess Defy

Mango season come in wid style, bold like it own di place. Tree dem bow down heavy‑heavy, mango drop like rain pon face. Pickney run out wid plastic bag, ready fi war wid di breeze. First one reach get bragging rights, second one bawl, “Save some please!” Di big man climb like him still young, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Mango Season Madness by Poetess Defy

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Di fan start act like it nuh have sense,spin slow‑slow like it tired fi live.Mi beg it, “Please, jus’ blow one breeze,”but fan only hum like it cyaan forgive. It wobble like it drunk pon heat,lean lef’, lean right, then freeze.Mi tap it twice pon di rusty neck—fan look at me like, “Mind yuh please.” … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Di Fan Dat Betrayed Me by Poetess Defy

Glorious God, a wah dis, Fadda?Tell me why me cyaan get nuh wata.Six day now me a bathe inna bucket; Lawd deliver me, yuh see dis doh—dear Lord, a wah me fi drink?Wata through hose?Lees Food Fair a charge $250 fi refill di bokkle,but dear Lord, twice a weektoo much fi me pocket. Cost a … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Wata Shortage by Poetess Defy

Jesus tek di case an gimme di pillow; Almighty, dis heat fierce A lion’s bite don’t hurt as much Not even wata fi tears; Is just afta 10 a.m. An ah judgement pon di lan Di heat is like di seventh dimension of di Sahara dry lan; Di young palm dem scorch to death Di … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Sun Hot by Poetess Defy

They walked before the world knew our name, soft‑footed children of sun and flame. Across the hills where the rivers bend, their stories rise where the mountains end. They carved their homes from cedar and clay, watched dawn spill gold on a newborn day. Their hands shaped tools from stone and bone, their hearts beat … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Footsteps by Poetess Defy

He rose from zinc‑roofed Trench Town lanes, a barefoot youth with lion veins. A guitar slung across his chest, a rebel heart that beat unrest. His voice was smoke and healing balm, a thunder wrapped in holy calm. He sang of love, he sang of fight, of Babylon and children’s right. From Hope Road steps … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Marley by Poetess Defy

From far‑flung shores they came as one— beneath the same Jamaican sun. Taino roots and African flame, Europe’s mark and Asia’s name. A tapestry of blood and bone, woven into island stone. Different tongues and different scars, yet bound beneath the same bright stars. The motto rose from history’s ache, a vow no tyrant could … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Out of Many, One People by Poetess Defy