Poinciana
Under the clear, blue sky
Spreads the poinciana tree up high,
With crimson blooms suspended
On the branches so extended
And like a red carpet on the ground
Lying there without a sound.
I bend to reach for a rattle
To break the silence a little,
The sight excites my appreciation,
The sound is like an invitation
To have fun without limitation.
The poinciana tree is gorgeous
And oh so glorious,
Nature's gifts to mankind,
These flowers are one of a kind,
Its blooms beautify in splendour
And make us remember
How distinguished is our culture
In this tropical isle
Of pride, joy and independence without guile.
Let us not forget our history
And the poinciana tree
Diego Columbus under Old Spain's banner
Held court under the poinciana
Beauty and strength combined
Honour and power entwined
Such tenderness, such grace
Such daintiness to be embraced,
We can stand and stare
At beauty so rare.
- Emma-June Bell
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We miss you, Damion Jacobs
I looked to the sky and I asked God why
Why did D-Real have to die
I saw tears in Miss Audrey's eyes
Where did he go I do not know
I believe God rescued his soul
I was also born to die
It makes me want to cry
However, I thank God I'm alive
I have a chance to strive
Will we ever meet again, my dear friend?
It's been years
And we still cry tears
People say I should let go
And I tell them no
I'll never forget you
Because not everyone stays true,
We were enjoying life
However, we forgot Christ
Is that why God took you that night?
- Jason M Callender
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One at a time
One at a time we can change crime,
One person at a time
Don't change who you are
We are all stars
Use your mind
Try to be kind
For the sake of all mankind.
I think yes
We are all blessed
We need to progress
We are all one
Since life began.
What is God's plan?
For us to love each other
Take care of one another
So open your eyes
Then you will realise.
How do you start?
Open your heart
Learn from God above
And just show LOVE.
- Jason M Callender
Prison of the 'I'
Shackled by selfdom
To an empty me
Hermitted in the cave
Of myself
Sepulchred
In the dream
Of the I am
Lonesome
In the shell
Of the I,
Tomorrow passes
Today becomes
Yesterday forgets.
Blank the pages
Dull the dark eyes
Walled the life
Damp the firewood
Pictureless the paint
Passionless the pen.
I seek the 'I Thou'
I seek the 'Me You'
I seek the touch
The shared cup
The feeling
The friend
I seek ...
- Jean L Goulbourne
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The poet's soul
A poet's soul
Is like a deep still pool
A pot of water reflecting the sky
A cool mirror to see by.
Over the pool,
A tree hovers
Leaves dropping gently
Glancing across the surface
Like a dragonfly.
Then a pebble thrown,
Touches the surface
And disturbs
The poet speaks
Ripples move
Outwards, outwards
Till once again
All is still.
- Jean L Goulbourne
