As angels fly.
Across the sky,
And reach their hands out for me.
I twist, I turn,
Where sunrays burn.
The rains shall be there shortly.
Such tyranny shown.
As shadows thrown,
Across the pristine beaches.
For pregnant clouds,
And thunders loud.
Crawl forth from distant reaches.
With lightning forms,
Come deadly storms.
What power fills nature’s prowess!
For pretty soon,
A brilliant noon,
Is replaced by her hydrating process.
While sunny skies,
Form gleamy eyes,
The rains are a beach comber’s torment.
While drinking beers,
Over sulking cheers,
They watch and wait on the torrent.
An aromatic breeze,
O’er turquoise seas,
The storms away it chaseth.
Such childish glee,
Subdueth me,
As time again I wasteth.
I’ll end my day,
Here where I lay,
Blanketed by a golden luminary.
Soon sapphire skies,
Enchant my eyes,
As time she beneath the horizon bury!
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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How youthfulness suffers, In the life of he who’s poor. Naiveté and innocence…lost! And will be forevermore. Replaced by poverty’s torment. Depression knocks perpetually at his door! How would you explain? To a child who is hungry. That he shall go without, While his neighbor’s kids…sundry! Why his feet are bare? His back unfurnished with laundry? How he is just as capable, If only on his lessons he’d focus. When at school he is famished. As classmates gorge, like locusts! I’m better off dead! His thoughts sometimes implore thus. For he is a statistic. Bound to be ‘no human involved’! A classification unrealistic! To which a black man’s murder has evolved As black victims of homicide, Become cold cases! Forever unresolved! Considered to be savages. Simply part of flora and fauna. While their Caucasian counterparts. To the country clubs. Wives to the sauna! A scripted wealth divide. The creator of such melodrama! This economical lynching! Exceeds a public death! For a ghost amongst the living Is he who has no fortune! Did Nicola tesla not posses More genius than ‘the best’ Mastered electrical energy! Yet poverty laid him to rest! So why should I aspire, Or dream to acquire greatness? When money is all that counts! The lack of which is my great weakness! Am I not an Einstein? A genius undisclosed? Who could say I am not? When to opportunity, I was never exposed. Where is my people’s, 5 acres and a mule? To us credit is never disposed! Denied access to rule! Why do we get nothing? After giving our everything? Lazy good for nothings! That’s what we are. To those who’s inherited from, Our blood, our sweat and our scars! They say we should forget The torture, murder rape. When the children of the ghetto From poverty shan’t ever escape!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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