How is it that our country, Jamaica stands On the left, but not on the right hand? How is it that our country moves, Through treacherous reefs, sailing through and through? How is it that our country breathes, These toxic fumes of crime and urban jealousy? How is it that our country survives, As more … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica, Our Country
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 … Continue reading Poetry: My Black Story
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Di sun rise in the east, And set west, too quick As I wait fi di one Who will ache mi body, An raise me mind; Dry mi out like clothes pon line. Mi heart set pon stick, Waiting pon di right tick; … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Mi Heart set pon stick
It has come, the end of another era, We can only look in the mirror; To reflect and find. To cherish these moments In history, in time. It has come, the beginning of another’s destiny, To stand on the highest stage in our land; It has come, for another to make their imprint, To declare … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica Elections, The End of an Era
By: Louise Bennett Yuh se me trial now mah? Dat marga gal winjy Want put me eena kas-kas An big lian story She sen come call me toder day An wen ah goh me chile De whole fambly gader roun me Like I was kerosene ile Dem sey smaddy tell miss Terry An she tell … Continue reading Kas Kas by Louise Bennett
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe I live in a time, When man is unshackled; Unshackled from his past, Unshackled from his mental slavery. I live in a time, When men choose black and not white; I live in a time, When what lies were told, can no longer hold us. … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: I live in a time (Barack Obama Poem)
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Negril, she is like a poison Slowly strangling my marriage, to Kingston; Her curves and twist, Like a belly dancers invitation; She lures me, Into her waiting embrace and succulent kisses. Negril, she is like a cobra’s venom Deadly; Whispering future promises, To … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Negril
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Denise N. Fyffe Hurricane Sandy blew very strong Kicked up her skirts Backed slapped Jamaica with her right hand; Sandy trampled across the Pedro Keys, tapping her heels as she sashayed across the Caribbean Sea; She whipped up the waves onto the Caribbean Terrace back streets, She moved … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane Sandy (Dance Sandy dance)
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, defy, Denise N. Fyffe Mi god, what a heat; Di temperature gaan up and mi can feel nuh breeze. Dis yah hurricane effect jus a linger sah, Mi days dem miserable an di night dem wussarah. Mi god, what a heat; Everytime six o’clock come me vex. Mi … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Mi god, what a heat
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2014, Poetess Denise N. Fyffe Oonu see it, Dem yah storm yah no sweet. Mi wrap up cozy inna mi bed, Nex ting mi knuh, Rain a fall inna mi head. Nuh sick it waan fi mek me sickly, But one dime me nuh have, Afta me nuh picknie; … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane Gustav Storm (written in Jamaican Patois)
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