Do You Remember The Time

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

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

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

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

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?

Mother And Child

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

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

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

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

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