Jamaica Poetry

Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane, Little Boy Dean

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Once there was a little boy Dean, Who grew to be quite mean; He thought, I am a Cat 4, I can test and blow down any door. He ran threw the Caribbean fast and hard, Creating devastation and ripping up yards. Little… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane, Little Boy Dean

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Jamaica Poetry, Other Writers

Jamaican Poetry: Who is Professor Mervyn Morris? Poet Laureate of Jamaica

His name may not cut a dash with the dancehall crowd, but on the local arts scene, poet/author Mervyn Morris enjoys as much adulation as deejays Beenie Man or Bounty Killer. Without the bling and controversy, of course. Morris, 72, was recently awarded the Order of Merit for 'distinguished contribution to the field of West… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Who is Professor Mervyn Morris? Poet Laureate of Jamaica

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Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane: Ivan, Di Terrible

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Yuh nuh hear wah a gwaan, Yuh nuh see how it go Duwn; Yuh nuh hear sey Ivan visit Jamdown. All di likkle picknie dem a comb di roadside, Carry bucket pon dem head an kotch it pon dem side. Di isle yah… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane: Ivan, Di Terrible

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Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane Sandy (Dance Sandy dance)

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Denise N. Fyffe Hurricane Sandy blew very strong Kicked up her skirts Backed slapped Jamaica with her right hand; Sandy trampled across the Pedro Keys, tapping her heels as she sashayed across the Caribbean Sea; She whipped up the waves onto the Caribbean Terrace back streets, She moved… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hurricane Sandy (Dance Sandy dance)

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Jamaican Poetry: Di man for me

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe As a Jamaican ooman I would like to think, There is a Jamaican man who nah go mek mi boat sink. Him will tek mi by di hand and lead di way, An won’t run from di danger, him lef mi fi face.… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Di man for me

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Jamaican Poetry: The Hurricane Outcome

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe You would not have expected this outcome, Mostly trees and shrubs lie on the ground. After the howling, hiss and shenanigans, One would have expected houses to fly, Like sailing divans. You would not have expected this outcome, Light poles and wires look… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: The Hurricane Outcome

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Jamaican Poetry: Jamaican Parent and Child

By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Me as a woman so strong and divine, Will tek care of my picknie, with love and time Me as a woman bold and free, I am ashamed, I don’t want my picknie doing manual work, Like me. Tough love I know, tough… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaican Parent and Child

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Jamaican Poetry: Ghetto Burial

By: Davene Rowe. Copyright © 2010, Davene Rowe. Buttons and T-Shirt memorabilia of a man who lived and died by the gun Ironically with the words ‘GONE TOO SOON” engraved A glass chariot transports the dead in style reminiscent of a fairy tale life The blings and the mode of dress are no different from… Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Ghetto Burial

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Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm… Continue reading Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like… Continue reading Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

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