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Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001


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Do You Remember The Time

 

Don’t Stop
‘Til You Get Enough

Our lives
are difficult but you are tough

 

You Are Not
Alone
so look around you

Open your
eyes and see what others are going through

Uncover the
blinders and see that
Man In The Mirror

 

Revealed as
a potential source, a solution, a helper

Earth Song and Heal the
World
are but just a few

Michael
sung of love, helping the impoverish and the sick too

Ease On
Down The Road
he said, the road to progress

Make the
world a better place for all people’s success

Beat It even if it
means
Working Day And Night

Equality
should be everyone’s right, whether 
Black or
White

Remember
The Time
when it was our Human Nature to Smile

 

Though we
felt like crying, if just for a while?

He wanted
us to know that
We Are The World

Every woman
and man, every boy and girl

 

Together we
can change the
Bad and make it into good

Invest in
our people and strengthen each neighborhood

Michael was
a
Thriller through song, dance, video and opportunity

Even taught
us the importance of helping others and the blessings of charity

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Remembering Michael

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, Michael Jackson, Tributes

Living IntelligentlyFrom Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others  in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001 

 

Remembering Michael

 

Rhinestone jackets in many colors and designs

Each song he released with compelling lines

Michael from a boy entertained the world

Every country, state, man, woman, boy and girl

Many will recall Ben, ABC, I’ll Be There and more

Bad and Thriller albums and the Moonwalk on the dance floor

Everyone thought when he introduced his dance, it was a trick

Regardless to their opinions, on the floor he was slick

I have great memories of his entertainment and so do you

None weighs greater than the other things he chose to do

Giving of his time and giving his means, to help those without

 

Making the way for artistes behind him as he exercised his clout

Inequality he sung against and the destruction of Mother Earth

Called on us to define ourselves and show our moral worth

He was to us a pioneer, a leader a friend

And though he is Gone Too Soon, his legacy will never end

Earth received a special gift which our Father chose to recall

Lord, when we are Remembering Michael, let us remember it all

 

Those With Masked Faces

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, In the News

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001


 

 

Those With Masked Faces

 

They laughed when Michael covered his face

Held a surgical mask up when in a public place

Or wore gloves to protect himself, hygienically

So why is this now part of preventive methodology

Every where I go there’s a surgical net

 

Worn by those ill and those not ill yet

I see variations on this facial screen

There are some whose eyes can only be seen

How I remember the social fear

 

Many people taking extreme care

And worried by the first sign of blood

Some no longer showed the essence of brotherhood

Kind deeds had become foreign if people suspect

Epidemics and disease from the signs they get

Despite the education about AIDS and HIV

 

Folks are fearful to shake hands with suffers of this malady

And now when they see a mask, people run

Could be reminiscent of a bank robber, waving a gun

Every sneeze in a crowd, like a grenade, the crowd will dissect

So Those With Masked Faces, like in Westerns, are our biggest threat

 

The American Idols

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, In the News, TV Talk Shows

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001 

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The
American Idols

 

The waiting
was long but we waited with certainty

His talent
was phenomenal, he was the true celebrity

Excitement
for him ousted from the judges eyes

 

Adam
Lambert was a sure winner and they can be no surprise

Millions
voted, though I can’t recall the split now

Except,
they didn’t go his way some how

Ryan
Seacrest pulled the name from the proverbial sock

It was Kris
Allen, he too was in real shock

Can’t be me!
He exclaimed, don’t do this tonight!

America you’ve
got it wrong, this selection isn’t right!

No way, no
how, please tell me this is not true

 

I was good
I know but Adam, we all know it should be you!

Disappointment
again this year, the best didn’t win

One time
they voted for Taylor Hicks and not Katherine

Looks to me
the show is more about who becomes more popular

Should be
the judges who deliberate on who’ll be, America’s superstar

 

 

 

 

 

Swine Flu Epidemic

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, In the News

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001 

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Swine Flu Epidemic

 

Sneezing
and coughing, I was feeling feverish

When we got
to Barbados
I had just, one wish

I wanted to
see some locals I’d met

Now, I was
quarantined because I was suspect

Early
symptoms of the dreaded A H1N1

 

Flu which
killed many, maybe I got it when I’d gone

Luxury
cruising to Cancun, Mexico  

Uninhibited
pleasures at their spectacular show

Everything
was so great, how could I have known

Pandemic
was brewing from the courtesy they had shown?

I never
thought friendly gestures could lead to fatality

Didn’t
guard myself from the Mexicans who warmly, befriended me

Each time I
coughed I think of the passengers

May be I
infected them too, I mingled with others

I kissed
and hugged, shook hands at the dance

Could I
really have spread the Swine Flu – what’s the chance?

 

 

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001


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Mother And Child

Moments alone are harder to
find

Once, just once I wish I
weren’t this confined

The things they boast of in
motherhood

Haven’t thrilled me the
same,  haven’t been as good

Every stage brings new
challenges with constant hyper

Right from the start, the
breast feeding and the dirty diaper

 

Angel at sleep but like Energizer
Bunny when she awakes

No stop to the going and the
noise that she makes

Darling, sweet child, mummy
loves you very much

 

Cares that you are healthy
and happy to get your gentle touch

How fast you’ve grown, so
now baby please

It’s time you listen and
that mummy gets some ease

Learning to walk was a
challenge, now you run all day

Darling, sweet child, please
give mummy, just one moment away!

 

Joy To This World

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001 

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Joy To This World

 

Just the other day some men
passed through my gap

Old and slow and grunted
“Good morning young chap!”

Yesterday a youngster passed
sporting current fads

 

Then pulling an iphone from
his ears he said “Hey dads!”

Only a few days had passed,
had I aged this much

 

These unusual salutations
make me out of touch

Heard some infants passing
this morning

I listened closely to what
they were singing

Something out of season and
barely recognizable

 

Words lost in translation
and la la was all they were able

One good thing I noted, they
were on the right track

Really politely they said
“Good morning sir!” and I waved back

Learning manners at an early
age is like finding wisdom early

Dads” and “Young chap” can be very
disconcerting to me

 

Sade Fell And Hurt Her Knee

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001

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Sade Fell And Hurt Her Knee

She stumbled in
despondently  

All teary and sobbing, she’d
hurt her knee

Didn’t see my teen, I
remembered when she was four

Excruciating screams when
she burst through the door

 

Fell then too and back then,
I was quick to leap

Ended her pain and putted
her bed to sleep

Lullabies to close her eyes
and the eucalyptus scent

Lulled her to tranquility
and off to sleep she went

 

All the while I watched my
girl and knew

Nothing could befall her
that I wouldn’t mend too

Dangers might lurk across
the hall

 

Her balance might be lost
and she might fall

Unforeseen troubles around
the bend

Really dangerous problems
with no foreseeable end

Then I promised there as she
was fast asleep

 

How I would watch over her
and that she need never weep

Evasive tactics I would
teach her for life ahead

Read no more story tales to
her but read the Bible instead

 

Keep her well educated about
the vices of men

No drugs, promiscuousness,
no alcohol, so when

Eyes came red with
intoxication, I mended her busted knee

Except, I didn’t know how to
show her any empathy


 

The Hostile Mobile

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, Rihanna

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001

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The Hostile Mobile

Today we were shocked by
what we heard

Horrendous attack was the
general word

Explanations why Rihanna and
Chris were absent from the list

 

How he snatched away her
beauty with his naked, clenched fist

On the way to the Grammys a
fight broke out

Screams of disapprovals and
a pleading shout

Then reports described one
side of the ring

It was a physical attack
from Chris on Robyn

Little more is known except
that he

Entered into the police
station voluntarily

 

Made a confession and later
made bail

Out on $50,000, but what
does this entail

Brown must stay away from
her and forfeit some contracts

It means limited publicity
but there’re confusing facts

Like, was it really Robyn,
writers still speculate

Engaging such
horrendous  assault, could it be the
buds of hate?

 

Be warned of the early signs of Domestic Violence

 

A Persona Non Grata

Posted: January 11, 2010 in FCLE001, In the News

Living Intelligently From Experience

A Path in the Lives and Experiences of People

as they affect many, taken from

lives past, lives now and lives that will be

 

This poem was an entry under LIFE along with some 34 others in the FCLE (Frank Collymore Literary Endowment contest. FCLEL001


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A Persona Non Grata

A lotta people does mek de
same mistake

 

Putting up wid violence ‘til
we at dem wake

Especially de women wid
insecurities

Rihanna, tell me, you ‘aint
one of dese

Sure, you may never had
known before

Or you may had wanted to
tame de young gully-boar

Nah more, not even if you
weren’t de one

A rap like dis, it’s time
tuh be long gone

 

Nevah stick ‘roung any man
who wud raise ‘e han’

On such a’ important night,
it even harder to undahstan’

Nah Bajan cud accept anyone
laying duh han’ pon you

 

Grammy night we all wanted
to hear “Barbados
this makes,” two

Robyn, do like a robin and
pick up and fly

And none ah we wud question
you, we all undahstan’ why

There is a brighter future
still ahead wid a lotta happiniss

And none o’ dis is
contingent pon a relationship wid Chris