Apple blossoms, the smell is in the air,
I cast aside my doubts,
The grass is green, the sky is clear,
Spring burst forth in a profusion of colors,
Replacing in its stride the gloom of winter,
The ice around my heart is melting,
The warmth of spring fills me with a rush,
Apple blossoms a spectacle of red,
Falling amid the grass,
Making a colorful array of green and red,
Along with the sunshine,
What more could one ask,
Apple blossoms, spring is here at last
Jamaican Woman
Strong woman,
Jamaican woman,
A friend, a mother, a lover,
Forced sometimes to play,
The role of a father;
For some just aren’t man enough,
To do the job.
Proud woman,
Jamaican woman,
Standing beside her man,
Loving, nurturing, providing,
Giving of herself to her family.
Warm woman,
Compassionate woman,
A queen in her own rights,
Walking proudly,
Her head held high,
I salute you,
Jamaican woman.
God Has The Answers

I search the sunrise,
I search the sunset,
Seeking answers,
Which forever seem to elude me,
At the dawn of the day,
I arise and I pray,
That the father up above,
Will help me find the answers,
To the questions in my mind,
At the sinking of the sun,
And the rising of the moon,
I seem no closer to answer,
And I am still searching for the truth,
But in the twilight of my deep despair,
A little voice inside whispers,
Believe in God and trust in him,
For He has all the answers.
Father

He seems so big and strong,
And he is a hard-working man,
Yet he is never too busy,
To give me a hug and a smile,
Or to wipe the tear from my eyes,
He remembers my birthday,
He takes me for walks,
Sometimes he plays with me in the park,
He sits and talks with me sometimes,
He says “honey you’ve got to,
Play it by the rules,
You’ve got to do your best in school,
He scolds me sometimes,
But I really don’t mind,
Because he loves me
And I love him too,
After all he is my father,
And I am proud to call him dad!
A Child Asks

Father, do you ever think of me,
Your child, your son?
Do you really care if I am hungry,
Or naked or sick,
Or if I don’t go to school?
Do you remember my birthday,
Or the fact that I was born?
Do you feel safe in your amnesia,
Not wanting to remember,
Because it is so much easier to forget,
Father would you be surprised,
If I grew up to be just like you,
Uncaring and irresponsible too?
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A Voice From The Womb

Today I pray Dear Lord,
That you will hear me,
A voice from a place,
Where right now,
I’m protected and safe,
In a few more hours,
I’ll burst forth into a world,
Which from the whispering I hear,
Can be rather unkind and cruel,
Give me a mother and a father too,
Who to me and themselves,
Will be loving and true,
Give them love,
With which to nurture me,
Wisdom to guide me,
Strength to protect me
Patience to endure with me,
Knowledge to instruct me,
Trust to instill in me,
Faith to believe in me,
Resources to provide for me,
And I promise Dear Lord,
That I will be the very best,
Of what you want me to be
Reality
Chasing a shadow,
Chasing dreams,
Chasing an illusion,
Of what could have been,
It is so much easier to stay,
In touch with reality,
Shooting stars,
Cannot be chased,
But revolve around the moon,
In never ending space,
As free as the breeze,
Is a mind at ease,
Nothing can disturb the peace,
And an outstretched arm,
Of friendship,
Can make a difference in a world,
Torn with strife, violence and grief.
The Masquerade
The masquerade stands aloof and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Proud and arrogant.
But like a wall of ice,
Which can remain,
But only for a time,
The sunshine of spring,
Melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topples over ,
And slowly melts away.
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Emancipate Yourself
Emancipate yourself from the bondage of violence,
Which keeps you enslaved,
Emancipate your mind from hatred,
Which keeps the joy of loving at bay,
Open up your hearts to love,
For where there is love,
There is no hatred,
No hostility, no getting even,
And violence and crime,
Cannot survive.
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Cry Peace

Let’s wage a war against violence and crime,
Hostility, retribution, hatred and revenge,
Let’s fight for peace,
Cry peace, peace, peace,
Let it be a fervent never ending,
Prayer upon our lips,
This cry for peace,
Let us be brothers and,
Sisters and friends.
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