FOREVER BLACK by Poetess Denise Fyffe 1981, Born BLACK 60 SECONDS, Crying BLACK 1 HOUR, Still BLACK 24/7, Struggling BLACK 12 MONTHS, Surviving BLACK 365 DAYS, Thriving BLACK 40 YEARS, Melanin BLACK I am, FOREVER BLACK. My mother, BLACK My father, BLACK My sister, BLACK My brother, BLACK My husband, BLACK My children, BLACK My … Continue reading Poetry: Forever Black by Denise N. Fyffe
I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;
I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;
I step on the grass carpet
And it feels like heaven under my toes;
My limbs flex
My arms stretch
My eyes turn to heaven
And I bid the Father hi;
In two steps
I bend at the waist
And dip my nose
To the bouquet of hibiscus
Unfurling in her pose;
Her scent is light
Her petals frail
She trembles at my touch;
The noon day sun peeks over my shoulder
Eager to touch her petals;
With my eyes close
I stash the memory of life’s simplicity
Into the drawer of my cranium for posterity;
In another day
She will bow and pray
And off to her maker she will go.
By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2015, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe
I hide my pain even from myself, until a tear escapes and so follows the rest.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
By: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe My life is being attacked My relationships are being attacked If you come next to me, You are going to be attacked; All that glitters turns to rust and not gold My enemies start to smile And my friends get cold; My eyes can’t be … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry : Attacking Ships
Sitting here... lounging and relaxing during my lunchtime. Enjoying the breeze and letting my mind wander... 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. By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2014, Denise N. … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry : Lazy Thoughts
Inside, I have died a 1000 deaths, killed a million souls, and jumped a billion suicides; But, I am still living this one life. - Poetess Denise Fyffe
My pain is seeping through my eyes, So much pain; I am sorry eyes, You will work overtime tonight.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe 1962 we were reborn an independent land Lush green hills and brilliant aqua waters in the Caribbean span The sun set on August 6th and we were birthed a new nation Not a giant, but we had the beginnings, perseverance and culture to be one; … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Independent Jamaica
By: Defy. Copyright © 2010, defy, Denise Fyffe I tried so hard to hold my end I tried so hard, till the very end; Reflecting on the things that came and past Reflecting on a situation that did not last; Looking in, looking out, Things now looking much better; Remembering when we would pretend That … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hold My End
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Dean met a woman he had never before seen, One wid a vision and a rising dream. He thought he would pay har a devastating trip; Taking his friends Chaos and Gusty Winds, Just for the fun of it. Mama Portia sey ‘God, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Mama Portia and Dean
