Jamaican Poetry : Lazy Thoughts


Sitting here…
lounging and relaxing on my lunch time.
Enjoying the breeze and letting my mind wonder…
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.
Of course, my mind has stolen you too;
I show you my favorite waterfall and all the trails where grown folks can hide away and do grown folks business without any threat of interruption.

Night comes and its cold, utterly so,
This spot is in the clouds and to survive two bodies would have to become…one.

Not that that’s a problem
because no one else is close enough to hear the careless whispers and mating cries…
sleep is optional but welcomed in the end…and
a new day begins….and

a new memory begins.

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Poetry: Dis Journalist Mad


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2017, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

Now tell mi if di journalist nuh mad,
Fi go look pon 20 foot wave,
A wash pon land.
Afta yuh see sey one camera man almost drown,
Yuh a try get shot of Palisadoes grung;

Is anyting else damage?
Is yuh car alright?
Cause mi waan fi knuh,
Wah yuh a do inna storm 2’oclock a night?

Now tell mi if dis journalist nuh crazy,
Dem a go geh wi heart failure,
Or mek we have premature baby.
We jus waan knuh sey oonu safe an sound;
We nuh waan visit nuh burial ground.
Next ting di eulogy go read,
Great Jamaican, good friend father of some well sown seed;

Please mi a beg oonu nuh mek mi heart skip a beat;
Tek care, report good;
And of foolish acts, please beware.

Jamaican Poetry: Love, Slain


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe

The breeze whips my hair like fall leaves
Covering my face
Covering my vision
Of you;
I turn
And look in the direction where you went
My heart moans and vent
As it already misses that deep musk
Lingering,
I smell you;
My eyes turn into water pumps
Newly tapped by hurt
As you desert
The love, you left here;
And I sigh
As I realize,
You will no longer be at my side;
And I sigh
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;
My finger creeps to secure a hold of the door frame
Newly named,
The place where our love was slain;
My knees shift as the shakes overtake them
And then, my backbone bends
And sounds unheard rip from my heart
Ricocheting,
Off tongue and throat walls;
And I cry,
Silently I cry
As I realize
You will no longer be at my side;
And I cry
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;

I cry, and I cry
And my love screams,
Don’t kill what’s left within me;
And I cry, and the shadow of you
Now lives within me;

Water swells and wells at the corner of my eyes
As I remember, my favorite memory before you left
That of me looking into your honey butter eyes
And I cry.

Jamaican Poetry: Books by Poetess Denise N. Fyffe


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Sensuous One

Sensuous One

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Jamaican Poetry: Senses


Eyes see

ears hear,

nose smell, yes they smell;

skin feels,

mouth taste,

tongue play, or so they say;

Feet walk, when they refuse to stand,

hands touch, when they refuse to lift;

Minds think, of all sort of things.

This is life, the basic and full of it.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

 

Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Poetry: Feelings, feel the way I do


By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2011, Poetess Defy, Denise Fyffe

I don’t want to feel the way I do //

I can’t have you when I want you
I can’t have you when I need you;
I feel you in the sexual core of me
But you are like a desire
Which, there is no one else who can feed //;

This burning desire inside
That no one else has the extinguisher to subside;
I want you on a daily
But when I need to see you it’s a maybe or some other time;

I want to touch you and feel you near
I want to caress your loins and feel you throbbing there;
The more I try to pull away
The more I feel these emotions
Refusing to let me go and you to stay //;

It’s like a tidal wave inside
And I hate feeling vulnerable
Wanting to slink away and hide //;

I have no want for you to know how you affect me
Or even how you make me weak
What I desire, can you give?
Even though for others you have time, and give
Freely;

But am I even on that list?
Sometimes I wonder am I an emotional hideaway
Or temporary tryst //;

The possibilities messes with my head
And I wonder, if it’s a difficult road that lies ahead;
I don’t want to feel the way I do
Even though I have prayed to meet this form of you;

Why does it have to be so hard?
Why can’t I have, what I want?
Why can’t I get what I need?
Why does it feel like, there is no room with you, for me?

Jamaican Poetry: Love, Slain


By: Denise defy Fyffe.
Copyright © 2010, defy, Denise Fyffe

The breeze whips my hair like fall leaves
Covering my face
Covering my vision
Of you;
I turn
And look in the direction where you went
My heart moans and vent
As it already misses that deep musk
Lingering,
I smell you;
My eyes turn into water pumps
Newly tapped by hurt
As you desert
The love, you left here;
And I sigh
As I realize,
You will no longer be at my side;
And I sigh
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;
My finger creeps to secure a hold of the door frame
Newly named,
The place where our love was slain;
My knees shift as the shakes overtake them
And then, my backbone bends
And sounds unheard rip from my heart
Ricocheting,
Off tongue and throat walls;
And I cry,
Silently I cry
As I realize
You will no longer be at my side;
And I cry
As I realize
I won’t ever see that dimple
Near your right eye;

I cry, and I cry
And my love screams,
Don’t kill what’s left within me;
And I cry, and the shadow of you
Now lives within me;

Water swells and wells at the corner of my eyes
As I remember, my favorite memory before you left
That of me looking into your honey butter eyes
And I cry.