Poetry

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
for one last time,
you shall experience me.


All the things you
never said. All the things

you could have done for me – and didn’t .
Save it for another
life.


Watch me spark, burn
and turn to starlight.

Watch me become human
cigarette. Watch me

til my embers cool and I combust to ebony
dust.


When you weep for me
– wail. Whimper.

Snivel. Let the tears flow down your cheeks,
so my hovering spirit
can be content.


Come closer. Let me warm you one last time.
Come closer. Let me fill your ears
with the crackle of
my flames. Come closer.


Let me disturb your
mind with this image of me,

sizzling in a castle
of fire with my black smoke

billowing to the
skies. Stand before my inferno.


Let your skin burn
with regret. Let me cloak you

with my floating
remains. Let me disarm you

with this dust of my
conclusion.


Lick your ashy lips
on my cremation day. Take

your final taste, my
love. Enshrine me in your mind

until you die, for I
am doomed to be dust.


From Emerald Journey: A Collection of Poems by Kavita Vidya Ganness

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.

Everything changes with time.
More lines appear on the face,
And there is more tremble in the voice.
The tick of the wristwatch hand,
Does not make me yearn less for your touch.
I am sure you also want to meet me.

You will always be special to me,
Together we will be in time.
My cuts and bruises never received your healing touch.
We were never face to face.
Through your beautiful hair, I would love to run my hand,
And wonder if we have a similar voice.

To read poems to you, I would use my voice.
I am sure you never forgot me,
Like the scars on my hand,
Some things never erased with time.
Like the abusive, street inflicted gashes across my face,
Somehow always tender to the touch.

My heart you can easily touch,
With the silkiness of your voice.
It would be a slap in the face,
To find out you don't feel the same about me.
Never to be healed with time.
Please hold me in the grip of your hand.

The umbilical chord, though cut, binds you to me.
I yearn to meet you, I pray, time after time.
My cradle you, you never rocked with your hand.

…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.

Now his water rushes to my silent shore
Its life within (me) I adore...
Now to be the host of another
Who'll love Atlantis, just like her
mother.
Swimming within my soul
This baby girl, I long to hold.

Just like those cryptic dreams
Silence replaces screams
Water covers my warm, dry earth
Restored to home, before my birth
A saddened, soddened coffin is my rest
Though my now free soul is blessed in
God's prepared nest!

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

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

Well so much times meh fall so much times meh rise
Then ah hear God's call and open meh eyes
I had to stand tall and to my surprise
I was rewarded for all of my tries, well
He never ah go fail or disown His own
Yuh just got to hail Him up on his throne
Live your life to the fullest because you will die alone
But see how much your love has grown

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

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?

Just look whey yuh doing
Yuh leading yuhself into ruin

Trinidad, yuh know Ah love yuh!
Ah cyah stand back and watch yuh do things so

Remember de sound, de rhythm, de beat
De heart grooving wit de shuffle of feet

De kaiso cornbread baked in de mud oven
De calypso soul food and tasty chutney to go down

De aroma of de rapso baked in ah steelpan
With limbo callalloo seasoned with tambrin and tambran

Yuh Moko Jumbie masquerading as a Midnight Robber
Early in de jou'vert morning, eating hot pow and chow mein soca pepper

Trinidad, yuh heavenly serenity is ah desire
For those whose lands in turbulence and disharmony perspire

Yet you let yuh children reflect de Eagle's tube more
You allow yuh culture to feel obscure

Look at yuhself and see what has become
What yuh allowed to just happen

Watch!
Is this what yuh wanted?

When yuh look at yuhself and see reflected
An image of a traitor

Trinidad!
What yuh go do 'bout da?