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: 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: Muse (You are) by Denise N. Fyffe


You are the red bull to my system
The diesel to my engine
Thinking of you makes me want to give up religion
Looking into your intriguing brown eyes
Makes me want to jump that window//
And sit on your thighs;

Jamaican Poetry: I want to find the one


I want to find the one
That is worthy of me,
Will let me be the butterfly and hawk,
Coexisting in this one body;
I wanna let them be
Let them feel safe to be,
A lion, a beetle, to simply be free
But to take me along Not just for me
But because, they cannot be Without me;

Jamaican Poets: Judge not


Until the words fall from a man’s lips

or the actions from his heart,

never judge his deeds.

Else, the microscope in the sun will also be turned on you.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Poets: I DARE you


I DARE you to be me for a day.

I DARE you to walk in my ‘way’.

Fight the enemies I have.

Befriend the angels, as FRIENDS.

I DARE you to be me, and still breathe peacefully.- Poetess Denise Fyffe

Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe