1,2,3,Who do you see?Are they wasps or bees?Are they men like trees?How far are they?Do not dismay;For in the blink of an eye,They will be defeated, in time. 3,2,1,Now, they are all gone;Now they are like Korah,From 250 princes to none. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: 1,2,3
Careful how you walk the path,Careful how you do the dance,Careful how you turn your back,Careful of the friendlies attack. Careful how you sing the song,Careful who you carry along,Careful of the subtle trance,Careful of spies in your camp. Careful of the life you liveCarefully examine, weed and sieve;Careful to observe the serfs,Be careful of … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Be Careful
Buggle,wiggle, and weave,Avoid the trap for the deceived.Many lies trodding aheadThose who stopIn the trap, they fell.Buggle,wiggle, and weave. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Buggle, Wiggle and Weave
Sigh,life passes quickly bye,1 day1 year1 decade1 tear.Nothing stands still,everything widdles, waddles and spillover, into a new day.Sigh... ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian Life, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Sigh Quickly
Judas sipsfrom big fat lipsand he spies and tricksthe devious witch.Judas sproutsweaving fear and doubtbut soon he fallsin the trap, he digs. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Judas Lips
The terrible liesthat angels despiseshed tears from criesfor help. ***** About the writer:Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian Life, Jamaica Rose, Entertainment Trail, My Trending Stories among others. Check … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Tears from Cries
Who is man but a shadow in time, and what is time but a marker of history; and what is history, but the teller of our deeds. - Poetess Denise Fyffe ***** About the writer: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as … Continue reading Jamaican Poets: Time, History and Our Deeds
The ideas, they are swirling in my head, Its time, to cut, chop, dissect and use them to earn some bread. One, two, ten and twenty By this time tomorrow I wont remember any. From God its a blessing, For man it may be a curse; But Lord, help me before me little head burst.- … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Ideas
You do not know the extent to which you wound people When you open your mouth, When you form your words, When you launch them out. They know, Because they feel it inside. The gaping wounds are invisible To your eyes, But to them, it's a lifelong memory of the assassination attempt, By you, On … Continue reading Jamaican Poets: Wounding Words
It is better to bleed the heart through the pen, than to die of internal bleeding.- Poetess Denise Fyffe ***** About the writer: Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, for more than eight years and enjoys volunteering as a Counselor. She is a freelance writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Bleed Through the Pen
