Jamaican Poetry: Seething


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

I hiss mi teet an seethe
Like a cobra coiled
Deliberating…

Execute fury or
Recoil;
I hiss mi teet an seethe.

Mi mind racing thru corridors
Like a Amtrak train
Seeking recourse, seeking solution.
Meanwhile di devils chirp
Their song in mi head
Claro 3G break free…’
I goin to break somin yes
Two months,
Two significant problems
Too much;

I hiss mi teet and seethe.

Dis lady seh I mus seek recourse
Fi a five thousand dollars
I goin to seek
Judgement;
I hiss mi teet and seethe.

Di devils continue fi sing deh song

‘Claro 3G break free…’
I feel di tidal wave break in mi head.
I recoil and
Deliberate…
I hiss mi teet and seethe.

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 – Hibiscus Memory


I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;

Jamaican Poetry: Books by Poetess Denise N. Fyffe


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Jamaican Poetry: Hold My End


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 there was more, than what we wanted to defend;
How time has brought light to your lies
Now time demands that you apologize;

Office space, is office laced
With guilty faces that now leaves no trace;
No trace of the damage
No memory of staring down the barrel of a gun;
People come and people go;
Hypocrites befriend,
Though their friends don’t know;

Soon in time, you will be caught in a lie
Soon in time you will have to apologize;

I ducked and weaved
As you tried to fly like a bird and sting like a bee
But I too studied Muhammad Ali
I took the best and left you nothing but cool Christian breeze;

Every day was like the summer sun scorching my hide
These values made me want to run and hide
But I stood firm and made my anger burn
Until Jesus came and said, ‘child I already took your turn’;

I tried to hold on to the very end,
I tried to be like Daniel in the lion’s den;

Motivated by stress, everyday
Determined I was to keep my pace;

Office lies and office spies
Office cheaters, now that office has died;

It’s a pity everyone had to pay
For the silly games you had gone and played;
Office causalities spread many,
But causalities bounce back and resuscitate
Many fell but didn’t stay dead
While others drowned in your manipulative well;

I tried to hold on to the very end,
I tried to stop the flow of this ink filled pen;

The motivation spews from me
To write the evil I endured professionally;

Office space is office laced
With hypocrites and villains
Who didn’t know your true face;
I thank God he saved me and filled me with his love
Though I fought the thoughts of ‘going postal’
Instead of basking in his love;

I tried to hold on to the very end
While I sat, trapped like a tiger in a snake filled den;

I tried to see the roses among thieves
I tried to make lasting and good memories;

I held on to the very end,
Now I can stem the words that flow from mind to pen.

Jamaican Poetry: Mi Heart set pon stick


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;
My eyes see yuh,
My neck it crick.
Goose bumps rise up,
Mi blood pressure kick;
As pleasure sprint to future,
Mi waist rock and twist.

Steady pon di treble,
Mi heart set pon stick;
Mi eyes rise and swivel,
Mi blush and flick.
One hand to mi hair,
Draw brakes and switch.

Too soon, argues reason
Step back and switch;
Mi blood pressure steady,
Den yuh look,
One, two,
It kick;

Up ten notches fi dis man,
Mi waist rock and twist;
Di sight a him,
Ache mi body,
And rock mi mind;
Mi step back,
Fi dry out like clothes pon line.

Levels rise,
Hotflash like menopause to rahtid,
Dis bredren body leave mi body,
Haunted.

Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica Elections, The End of an Era


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 where our country will stand
In history, in time.

It has come for another to lay the plans of his mind.
Copyright © 2016, Denise N. Fyffe