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Sexual reality
published: Sunday | September 14, 2008

At first glance

I was moved by her appearance, hoping to take a chance.

Just one chance to express my sincerest appreciation.

Complimenting her for being God's finest creation.

She moved closer to me,

Stimulating my thoughts that were once a fantasy.

I advanced overwhelmingly, leaving her unable to function.

She was seduced by my seductive introduction.

Running my fingers through her hair,

She was moved by my touch. There was no more she could bare.

Letting go and floating on the wings of love,

Her innocence portray that of a precious dove.

So sweet, charming and tender,

Her all was given to me in total surrender.

Reaching romantic intense with no point of return,

Just that precious moment was our only concern.

Our anatomies were like magnets as they yearn,

Driven by passion and intense love that burns.

- Ricardo Cole

----

Pansy the rose

(A tribute in honour of my mom, Pansy Rose Carnagie, who slipped away to bloom elsewhere)

You entered as a rose in bloom

Your jovial mood pushed every gloom

Your loving ways coloured each room

You sprinkled blossoms everywhere

Pansy the rose, a name held dear.

Your laughter filled each empty heart

Your presence cheered each space you filled

You searched for beauty everywhere

Your warmth of touch could not be missed

Your clever dance steps, oh so slick!

Your sense of humour lifted me

Your taste for fine wine touched your class

Your caring ways warmed many hearts

You spread your petals everywhere

You always had a pleasant wish.

Pansy the rose, your beauty is missed.

- Colleen Thompson
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Déjà vu

I saw it all happen already

It's happening now

Your words were once sweet music,

now they are like lime juice, bitterly running through my blood.

How could you, say those harsh words?

I had the vision, but I didn't see it as a reality

You've betrayed, deceived, and let me down,

When once you were there helping me off the ground.

It's all coming back to me,

The selfish things you say, the evil things you do,

I've seen it all, I've felt it too.

You've hurt me not once but this time I've had the déjà vu

There is no more me and you

I won't be part of one of the few.

I don't want to be any part of your world

It's filled with bittersweet music that

I danced to long ago.

Now it's time to move on and let you know.

- Kerona Leslie
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My boo

Babe, this is all crazy, but my mind is always on you.

I carry you in my spirit,

My fantasies are concentrated with your presence

You make me feel complete in my inconsistent,

Unpredictable, incompetent world.

Babe, my mind is always on you.

I feel your arms around me

As we walk through nature's attractions.

You sit beside me in my moments of loneliness

And hurt

You console my broken and wounded heart

You put a smile on my face.

When friends disappear and I need them the most

You sit beside me through each minute,

Each moment of the trial.

I feel good around you;

Comfortable, beautiful, special, purposeful, IN LOVE

Babe, I bear your seed proudly

God designed you just for me!

And only He knows

How long

I have been yearning, sitting, waiting

Just to see you.

Please come to me, my love

For I have waited so long ...

For you.

- Nicole Reid
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Hopeless

Meticulously, I picture my life in retrospect.

Trying to find where I have gone wrong.

Society's stereotypical mentality

Perceives me as inadequately socialised.

I have grown to realise that for me life is a struggle.

Even when I do good,

I still find myself in trouble.

So what can I do

To keep out of harm's way?

Should I stand up and fight or run away?

I was born a warrior

So I will fight till I die.

Having the heart of a hustler,

I will get by.

Now I am behind bars with no hope for bail.

It just seems I will never get out of jail.

- Ricardo Cole
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Postcard image

I want so much to give you a postcard image of my paradise ... rolling blue-green hills, pristine white sand beaches, incomparable

reggae notes, historical sketches and sun-warmed faces; so that you will leave your cold haven

and embrace tropical glory.

But, unbidden, the guns begin to stutter with nightmarish chills,

and a blood-red, senseless history

begins to unveil itself.

- Rohan Facey

Recovering

And so, I was dealt a devastating blow

It knocked me out, for how long I don't know

And I sulked about the place, feeling so disgraced; I was so lost I couldn't be found

Until a voice cried out to me, you don't deserve this misery, let me help you with that frown.

You've got to hunger

Fight and be stronger

Journeying longer than everyone else

To rise having gone under

To always make them ponder

To all be a wonder. Conquer yourself.

Standing isn't strange to me, but my knees feel so weak

I know that joy is somewhere near here, but my vision is currently so bleak.

But while there's life I've got to have hope

I know there is much more inside me to cope.

No mountain is gonna get me down.

The only way from here is up, and I may make it

The only way from here is up, and I can make it

The only way from here is up, and I WILL make it.

The only way from here ... conquer yourself, conquer yourself!

- SDG
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I miss ...

I miss you reading me a psalm

while rocking me in your arms.

I miss the smooth sound of your voice

reminding me that every thing will be nice.

I miss the way you make me smile

and always motivate me to go the next mile.

I miss the good way people used to live

if you don't have, it was a joy to give.

I miss the days of feeling secure

now before nightfall you have to close your door.

I miss the way people used to sing

and were never afraid to praise the King.

- O'mar Loutin

Why I love you

You are the most beautiful person on earth.

You were there when I needed you,

At my worst.

Your eyes behold the wisdom of generations.

Your speech is graceful,

And filled with kindness.

I delight in the warmth of your presence.

Your large arms encompass me with

Love - what I need for my healing.

Your smile is what brightens my world.

An embrace from you calms my fears.

To hold you close pulls me back

To the strength of a lion.

I am renewed when I speak to you,

And that is why I must say.

I love you

- Nicole Reid
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Immortal hope

Battered by the winds of time

tossed and tired by waves of doubt

Drenched

Frozen

Crawling through icy, fear-filled showers.

Dead?

Not yet.

Discouraged?

Maybe.

Hopeful?

Definitely!

For hope is forever

It springs

Clean and clear

Bubbling from the endless well

which gushes constant

Deep in the bosoms

of the timeless rocks of faith.

Like the sun of our days,

It livens

It brightens

It strengthens

It invigorates.

And it never quits.

- Ditta Sylvester

Enchantment

They give the blacks drugs to sell in stacks to destroy their own race, leaving their face on the

streets, eating from dirty mugs like bugs, broke because of the coke, don't laugh, this is no joke

Blokes inhaling smoke in their lungs near the block from the cardboard box fire for the fox

News team to see but where is the black man's dream?

Sad, putting us in a bad light then their argument looks

right but who's name in the record books? Because of

our colour they set up their own rules for us to follow

Then they use us like mules, then they laugh and say we're

the fools, keeping us out of schools, uneducated

Become the readers and leaders but we are powerless, they

possess an enchantment and I don't know why.

- Damion McCatty

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