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 trusted to see in the physical Though they can clearly … 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.
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
Erika Heslop Martin a.k.a. Poetess Er is a talented, young, and inspired Jamaican Poet born in Kingston, Jamaica. She is the Jamaican Author of this book A Poetic Revelation, The Power of Words, and A Poetic Journey. Her poems have been published in the Sunday Gleaner and the Jamaica Observer and her Book Launch of: … Continue reading Feature on Erika Heslop Martin, Jamaican Author and Poet
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
Inside, I have died a 1000 deaths, Killed a million souls, 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
