Poetry

The Cradle

Kevon G. Foderingham

To someday walk down the street, hand in hand.
I cannot remember your touch.
It has been such a long time,
But somewhere in my mind is your voice,
Yet I can't remember you ever singing to me.
I long to see your face.

I am positive; you possess a lovely face,
And a beautifully manicured hand.
I wonder if you look like me,
With skin soft to the touch.
I dream of your angelic voice,
Maybe I will hear it in time.

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…Of The Vast Oceans

Anna-Rose Madray

Floating in a miniature ocean
Senses dumb and numb to emotion
But invisible Love is keeping me alive
My involuntary struggle to survive
Nature's wonderful example; I am a parasite
Imprisoned until I can see virgin daylight.

A familiar place; I long to be
I am always pulled toward the sea
It beckons me in both my states
Neptune's call ...my pace dictates
Such Beauty, a complex mystery
Such power, my fate, my history.

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All We Need

Mark Ng Wai

All we need is an inspiration
To chant down Babylon
And we are the next generation
We are blessed by the almighty one

This song is for the youths to make a serious try
To always seek the truth and keep your heads up high
This life is what you make it so meh nah tell no lie
You got to work and pray hard as the days go by
Well set a big dream that you want to achieve
Sometimes it may seem a little hard to believe
But once you put God first you will get through the worst
because who God bless no man curse

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Macco Yuhself

Sheldon SB Manoo

Look!
Look at yuhself!
Yuh always trying to be someone else

Just look at yuhself
Why yuh trying so hard to be someone else?

Trinidad, can't you see your uniqueness?
So very complex, talented and blessed

You and your cute little sister Tobago,
Full ah character, full ah virtue, full ah tempo

Why yuh want to copy de worst of another nation
When your originality can cause a massive sensation?

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Dust

Kavita Vidya Ganness

When they cremate me,
I want you

to be there, to watch
me burn,

to watch me turn to
dust.


Stand before my pyre,
I’ll rain my ashes

on you. Deeply breathe my smoke and Read more »

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