Judas sipsfrom big fat lipsand he spies and tricksthe devious witch.Judas sproutsweaving fear and doubtbut soon he fallsin the trap, he digs. ***** 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 … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Judas Lips
The terrible liesthat angels despiseshed tears from criesfor help. ***** 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 Trail, My Trending Stories among others. Check … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Tears from Cries
Who is man but a shadow in time, and what is time but a marker of history; and what is history, but the teller of our deeds. - Poetess Denise Fyffe ***** About the writer: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as … Continue reading Jamaican Poets: Time, History and Our Deeds
The ideas, they are swirling in my head, Its time, to cut, chop, dissect and use them to earn some bread. One, two, ten and twenty By this time tomorrow I wont remember any. From God its a blessing, For man it may be a curse; But Lord, help me before me little head burst.- … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Ideas
It is better to bleed the heart through the pen, than to die of internal bleeding.- Poetess Denise Fyffe ***** 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 … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Bleed Through the Pen
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
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
Until the words fall from a man's lips or the actions from his heart, never judge his deeds. Else, the microscope in the sun will also be turned on you.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
I DARE you to be me for a day. I DARE you to walk in my 'way'. Fight the enemies I have. Befriend the angels, as FRIENDS. I DARE you to be me, and still breathe peacefully.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
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