Bajans Didn’t Like To Mas

We all have our own experiences of this storm Tomas which tore through the island of Barbados early Saturday morning Oct 30 at approximately 2:00 am, exactly 7 days after the lost of our Prime Minister. There may be no significance to this but these two marks on history’s page will forever be tragedies upon the people of Barbados

 

Bajans Didn’t Like To Mas   By Friday evening we were told A storm was approaching put yah plans on hold Just after work the signs were there A dark stillness enveloped the air No birds in the evening sky Settled in early and so did I   Didn’t hear much until the flap of a blind I got up at 3 am and then to find Darkness and howling winds all around Never saw so much debris on the ground There were branches and galvanized sheets   Large trash cans rolling down the streets I saw in a distance a torn roof Kept watching from my window for this damning proof Easterly is generally safe but not immune   Tomas howled at 75mph with his destructive tune Our homes destroyed, trees fallen and roads blocked   Many utilities off and a nation shocked All so soon after our leader was snatched away Storm Tomas one week afterwards woke me to another sorrowful day

The Delight of MS

Disease can overcome our bodies but doesn’t have to touch our spirit. After my illness I wrote many poems and reconnected with many friends. The things I wanted to express for a lifetime I’m only now getting the time. For many reasons I am grateful for these last, almost 6 years. 

Today I will celebrate another year to wish my friend happiness and send blessings on this special day. 

 

The Delight of MS   These many things we grow to know Have friends we’ll meet and places we’ll go Every circumstance a blessing from above   Do things honestly and do things with love Earnestly we’ll pray for things we need Like health, love and in life succeed It’s a better lesson we will come to learn God’s will isn’t everything that we’ll yearn How gracious to see the positive though they hide To hear another’s murmurs when they confide   Or to be there to cling to them when they need you For support during testing times, in sorrow and pain too   My good friend, I am thankful for your support all the way So here is a prayer of thanks and blessings on your Birthday

I Was Up From Early Today

I went to bed unusually early for this week and was up early, very early. The cold night was calling me and I turned and never got back to sleep. I just stayed there and observe as the emotions grew unbearable when I got up

  

I Was Up From Early Today   It was getting long   Well-built and strong All ready to hit Such energy to emit   Untiring before Pushed and pushed more   Ferocious indeed Relentless greed Once was not enough More tossing, more rough   Eager to strike And with a force like Rumblings from a quake Like winds tornadoes make You can not express   The fury, the mess Only in awe that it could During all this feel so good And he came rested only to come again then moved away You see I experienced Tomas, I Was Up From Early Today

They Couldn’t Contain The Tears

I just got back from the viewing the body of my Prime Minister and long time friend and I am not sure that this I had closure. I saw too many people there that were concerned about me, it distracted me from what I went to do and their sorrow started me thinking of times gone by and faces I once knew and I was lost it the passage of time.

 

They Couldn’t Contain The Tears   The somber mood was set the skies were gray Had a stillness that enveloped this sorrowful day Eyes hazed and features distorted with grief You could sense the denial, the disbelief   Combermerians young and Combermerians old On this day lived their saddest told Unsure how and didn’t care why Life should not be denied so soon from such a needed guy Darker grew the day and redder the eyes Nothing is as hard as when such a loved soul dies The soldiers were braced with their heads bowed   Couldn’t pay any attention to the mourning crowd Once I got there I looked but couldn’t see Not with my friend so far away from me They didn’t consider those with fading sight And I stared for a while just hoping I might In a moment revert to my youthfulness Notice his face and his final dress   The moment never came but all the same He was there I know it though he couldn‘t answer his name Eyes close and then I said a prayer   Take my friend to Paradise Lord and soon I’ll be there Everything and everyone sparked a memory A day of happiness and laughter held deep inside of me Released from where I kept it all of these years Suddenly the clouds burst They Couldn’t Contain The Tears

Time To Say Goodbye

Today I will brave my emotions and the horror of clothing to spend just one last chance with my friend’s body. I know that it is only a shell and that his soul has long left but like a picture of memories, his body will bring the nostalgia of many years together and closure that he no longer is. Today I will see him for the last as he lies resting. Farewell my Prime Minister, the Honorable David John Howard Thompson.  

 

Time To Say Goodbye   The body of my friend will be at Combermere I will go to view him while he lays there Many others too will come to say their final goodbyes Every old scholar in shades to cover red, swollen eyes   Take his soul Lord and leave these frail remains Our sorrow has left a trail of teardrop stains   Showing the path to where his body will reside A sanctuary we will hold sacred for all far and wide Your faithful servant while he was here   Gave his all to all and quelled your people’s fear Our lives are the better to have known this great Our tears fall profusely but his life we celebrate Dear Lord our leader, love one, confidant and friend Bravely battled his enemy right to the very end You were there Lord with him, you knew he needed to try Embrace his soul for eternity as we take Time To Say Good-bye   Please see this Card

The One The Leader Our Friend

Thanks to Kim from facebook I was moved to write again about our Prime Minister, The One, The leader, Our friend. I will be first to apologize if my writing becomes repetitious but I am feeling the same remorse and the tears do not change nor does he. My words flow like tear drops and wet the page to form the acrostic poems.

 

The One The Leader Our Friend   The country mourns I feel its pain Honorable David Thompson shall never smile again Every one in my home is sorrowful and cries   Openly, we never had chance to say our good-byes Never took the time to remind him that we feel Especially bless because he was at the wheel   This ship was sinking but he was plugging the holes He mended so much in two years when he assumed his roles Enjoyed serving the people and always he   Laughed away the trivial and focused on duty Encourage those around him to do the same Always he lead to help and not for glory and fame Didn’t stray from his promises but may practically delay Execution until he thought we had reached a more suitable day Remembering our Prime Minister I close my eyes and see   One special leader with astute ability Unique design and unmatched protocol Remembering our Prime Minister I admire his recall   Friend to all and would turn away none Rose to each challenge and worked until it was done I was privileged to call the Prime Minister my buddy Ever since our Alma Mater and we continued faithfully Nothing in life separated him from loyalty and although life may end   Death shall not separate us from The One, The Leader, Our Friend.

Say Mongooses Please

The call in program had an unusual twist. It seems the professor that host the program read an email and scuffed the word “mongooses” determining it to be wrong. Today the hosts took him to task and some callers too. I earned from early school days that this was the correct plural for Mongoose.

 

Say Mongooses Please   Stetson was right the etymology Assures us it’s neither man nor goose in genecology You can’t conjugate like a comedienne   Mon in mongoose can’t turn to men One can see the mongoose has no man None should twist this word for resonance plan Goose may turn the geese in birds that fly One cannot say mongeese and this is why Our cat like creature that scampers around Spends all it’s time firmly on the ground Even though it zooms quickly and may Sometimes disappear like it had flown away   People must stick to the correct conjugation Language has it own accepted permutation Exceptions of plurality do exist   And so deer is deer and sheep, sheep we insist Stetson was right and Marshall, well, cuh dear! Everyone who listened yesterday found it hard to hear

The Healing Has Begun

Thanks to a facebook friend we got to learn  what the service was like as the celebrated the life of our Prime Minister. The turn out was great but hat is most remarkable is that the well wishers are not daunted by the out come of their prayers but see that God is in charge.

 

The Healing Has Begun   Thousands perhaps came to the Hard Courts at Gall Hill Had planned to be well wishers, the PM was ill Except the radio played solemn music, the nation cried   Had declared a few days earlier the PM had died Ecumenical gathering to celebrate his life All his colleagues present, his family, children and wife Life although snatched away while still young In a short time he was great, so we celebrated as we sung Numerous hymns like “His Eye Is On The Sparrow” Got encouragement to walk the straight and narrow   How great to hear “It Is Well With My Soul” A hymn of great solace to give God His control Sung “Great Is Thy Faithfulness” and “How great Thou Art”   Bellowed “How Great Is Our God” from the very start Everyone was comforted as Sen. Rev. David Durant confirmed God Is In Charged and the PM’s salvation was reaffirmed Under a solemn occasion but angels seemed to be everywhere Now I know Joy was correct when she said “Real love will be there.”

Tribute To The Honorable David Thompson

Myopinions may appear bias but they are shared by thousands, the Hon. David J HThompson was a great Prime Minister, Leader, Confidant and friend. His astute knowledgeand fervent wit made him loved by most. Our PM was a very caring man whoremembered the strangest details about his pass encounters and was able to usethis fantastic memory to answer the needs of many, in his time and unprompted.Politics and righteousness make strange bed fellows but if ever there was anexception our PM was it.

 

Tribute To The Honorable David Thompson   Tears fell profusely from our eyes and the clouds cried too Reacting to the news of his final adieu In the wee hours of the morning death came By his side was his mom and wife and his kids the same Ultimately our lives are in God’s hands To go to Him when He quietly commands Eternity of peace awaits those who   Trust in the Lord and will righteously too Obey His word, enduring to the end   This was our Prime Minister, our confidant and friend He aspired for greatness from when he was a child Enthusiasm, integrity, knowledge and many qualities compiled   Had shaped his character and made an incredible man Only those who cared to listen understood his plan No other leader here advocated family first Or focused on preventing youths headed from bad to worst Regally he walked through the corridors of time And made no excuse of focusing on Violence and Crime Barbados is a great nation and its preservation would be Lasting if we center our attention first on family Every home a scholar, sure, but first make each house a home   Don’t want a Barbados of houses where emotions roam Assault and battery, doubts and screams Violence so rampant and so many lost dreams Incredible to know a leader so young and wise Did all to help our nation even when faced with his demise   Tears are falling again as I write How hard to accept he has lost this fight Only because I knew him always to win Most challenges he was faced with, every battle he was in Prime Minister and leader, confidant and friend Smiled as he walked into the light, as he knew life will end Our Father, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, How Great Thou Art Now to Paradise you’ve taken our leader, when you stilled his heart   A Sympathy Card

Tribute To Our Friend Thompy

The OldScholars of Combermere School celebrate a week of activities usually aroundthis time. This year the death of our Prime Minister the Hon. David J HThompson has thrown us into a more sorrowful mood and as a show of respect theactivities have been generally given way to more sobering and solemn events. Iwill like to join all of the Combermerians and express my deepest sympathy tothe Family and Friends, to all Barbadosand all those affected by the passing of our beloved “Thompy” 

 

Tribute To Our Friend Thompy   Thompy, he was affectionately called by all Remembered every meeting and would lucidly recall Incidents we had forgotten, so vividly Brought them back to our recollect often passionately Used to be very humorous and always started the fun There were side splitting jokes when ever he begun Early times that I do recall while at school   Thompy arrived first on mornings as his personal rule Opened the gate with the keys from the head   Once done he returned the keys and off he sped Upstairs, the balcony, any where until Ringing of the school bell started the morning drill   Floors and corridors busy as we rushed to prayers Ringing bell again and Thompy officiated both up and downstairs I didn’t see him playing games but he cheered every match Every set of new students he greeted, every batch Never joined the cadets or joined the scouts Didn’t matter because Thompy was there at their camp outs   The Thompy we knew was full of fun He was calm and collected, didn’t tan in the sun Opened his heart to let all people in Made us feel like we belong and that we were all akin Politics may have adopted him but he made politicians agree Youth are vital, Family First and we must live with Love, Peace and Unity   A Sympathy Card