Jamaican Poets: I AM


I AM, I exist…until, I AM no more.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

 

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Jamaican Poets: I am MORE


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

Jamaican Poetry: My Black Story


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 all about the money and bling,
And the Lexus and Bims.

I have forgotten my history
I have forgotten my story.
The foundation of me,
I have forgotten so easily,
I have forgotten my story.

The strength of my thighs

The confidence in my eyes,
This is a story,
Of my history.
The length and strength of my hair,
Wool, beaded, corn-rowed;
Do I care?
About this story,
About my history.

The strength of my shoulders,
The strong muscles in my back,
This is a story,
Of my history.
The pride in my eyes,
When my baby son cries,
And he grows to know me,
He grows to show me.

The access to education,

To be the future of my nation
This is a story,
Of my history.
To stand strong,
To be a doctor, teacher or parliamentarian;
This is a story of struggle,
In my history.

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 black story.

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;

Denise N. Fyffe

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2015, 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;

You are the larva in my volcano
The blues to my jazz
You make me want to embrace being Jamaican
And galang bad bad;
Tasting you, intoxicates me, leaving me drunk
Making me want to get a DUI, and give you some prison funk;

You are the milk to my cookie
Like sex on the beach
No matter the sand,
Let it flow wherever it gains entry;
Crippled with emotion, as you caress my thighs
Thinking when I go home, to my man I won’t apologize.

You are my muse, the king on my throne
You make me…

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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;

Denise N. Fyffe

By: Denise defy Fyffe.
Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

I want to find the one
That I will love
That I will cherish
That will love only me;
I wanna acknowledge their presence and make them and me
Be one,
I wanna give that one
The idea, the knowledge, the fact
That we are one,
That they, are my only 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;

I wanna find the one that I will love
Completely, freely and sincerely;
I want that one to find me
Before I accept defeat of never finding…

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Jamaican Poets: Judge not


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

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Jamaican Poets: I DARE you


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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