The Rihanna Haters

I haven’t written to this blog in a while, but I think the writer of the blog either. It seems like facebook is the new play toy for most to vent your views and amass support. Blogs still offer some freedoms that to accomplish on facebook thy will not be consider freedoms. I am still learning how to creating effective pages! 

 

The Rihanna Haters   Tattoos! OMG! [mine-Oh My Goodness] Good Girl Gone Bad Hair styles galore, wha wrong wid the one she had Every outfit getting skimpier, wha wrong wid she   Robyn lost she focus! Or have we? It didn’t matter to me what she wore Her schedule was planned months before And she broke engagements to be in Bim No matter what the cost she paid her respects to him Not showing up would have been understandable to me And to have shown up says she’s a special celebrity   Having the care to put everything scheduled on hold And the power to do it, so she controlled Them all to be here, to say farewell Every hater focused on dress, bag, hat but from what I can tell Rihanna came wearing empathy, a sense of national lost and grief She was focused where you ought to have been, that’s my belief

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Things I Lost In The Fire

Today I as reminded of all the things that had been lost to me and so many others because of the fire on September 3, 2010 brought about by two dastardly Bajans and resulted in the lost of six lives

 

Things I Lost In The Fire   Tragedy, what a ruthless, heartless crime Heinous killers must be the scum of the earth, evil’s slime I am most disgusted as are all of you No right thinking Bajan wouldn’t feel this way too Going to etch a scar in our hearts Slice away our core and strip our emotional parts It leaves many questions of where blame resides Larcenists, arsonists, building codes, rescuers, where danger hides Or society sometimes wait too late to react Showing far too much tolerance at their first brutal act This fire took lives but with those took much more I feel the lost of opportunity, the knocks at the door No chance to give to society their positive plan There’ll be no smiles, hugs, dances, nothing follows what they began   How hard to never see their children, hear their stories and views Every chance taken away at the September 3 news Fire took away my chance to ever meet them or for they In some odd chance to meet my family or friends one day Regrets I have to have never felt their love Even more regretful, I lost the chance to speak to them of our Father above

The Best Was Then To Come

In my reading, I confess I only read from the electronic media nowadays, I found a poem that stimulated the writing of this acrostic poem. Many of you know that I write to free some of my memories and hopefully share them with you and others to come. Unfortunately the bulk of your comments are still through email or other means so I don’t get to share them with other readers.

 

The Best Was Then To Come   They moved in perfect sync Hard at it, never stopped to drink Excitement fired from their hips   Beats never missed had no noticeable slips Ecstasy closer with each timed stroke Slicking wet when the sweat broke They kept going it wasn’t time to stop   Wiping some sweat away when it collected to drop A long time ago they had perfected the violin So it was easy to understand why the splendid fingering   The saxophone taught the use of the tongue Had master its art from when they were young Ever since back then they had learned to do Nifty maneuvers from beginning right through   This and the athleticism that strengthened the back Orchestrated bodies capable of superb attack   Climax approaching and the pounding of hearts One more roll and the meshing of parts My life was filled with great nights and still some Exception of Balls tonight, The Best Was Then To Come

My Soft Floral Pillow

This acrostic was inspired from an entry posted on one of my regular reads. The imagery is always so good with the short little messages that are hidden in the writer’s works and can bring out new ideas to old things. Here is what I felt after reading about the “Pillow”

My Soft Floral Pillow Mommy always washed and put it there for me Yellow flowers adorn my pillow and it was soft and comfy She washed it in detergent that smelt like a bouquet On nights I felt like I was in a garden when I knelt to pray For years this same pillow heard my cries Tear drops were cushioned when they left my eyes For years this same pillow caressed me to sleep Lullabies weren’t necessary and I slept with not a peep Once I was grown this pillow knew it all Right turns, wrong turns, ever success, every downfall All the things I whispered in the night Love at play and the lovers’ fight Priceless was this pillow now with all it knew I felt comforted, cushioned, cared for and loved true Last night when I roused from a nightmare Lifted my head from my pillow in despair Once again this pillow ended my demise When it hushed my fears and persuaded me to close my eyes

And More Aftershocks

Every day there is more talk rippling through the air waves, spreading the unfortunate news that makes people think the worst. The greater consideration at hand is how we can lift the Haitians to their feet and let them live a better standard live than previously obtained. But all the rumors are starting to fuel into reluctance to help.

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And More Aftershocks   And the tremors continue Not seismic but from people who argue Dangerous words like ripples in the air   Making unrest to those who attentively hear One man’s shout in Creole meaning the food has expired Rippled through the city and children hungry and tired Eating the energy biscuits dropped them immediately   And precious food was soon refused in Haiti First aid was paramount still the doctors say There was insufficient equipment to save Anaika Thursday Earth shattering ripples again spread throughout the worl’ Ripples that the mighty US couldn’t save this 11 years old girl Shocks of all kinds like machete wielding men Have rippled through the media with no apparent end One shock of embezzlement and fraud detract from ground zero Casualties are estimated at 200,000, or more than we know Keep a steady foot my friend though the aftershocks are plenty Shun the rippling rumors, the racial slurs and lets HELP HAITI     Normal 0 <wunctuationKerning/> false false false <wontGrowAutofit/> MicrosoftInternetExplorer4     /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:”Table Normal”; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:””; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:”Times New Roman”; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} Le Haïti a besoin de notre aide

Bloggers

Here is a special Christmas wish to you bloggers, who have chosen to follow and submit occasionally. I am often inspired by the happenings all around and respond in my usual acrostic style. Some readers have redirected complementary comments with encouragement. I hope that this year my works can be discovered but until they are, I continue to wish you the very best

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Bloggers   Blessed Christmas fellow bloggers, I wish for you Lots of happiness in all that you choose to do Our countries are better because you take the time Give your opinions on topical matters like abuse and crime God sent His son long ago to die for mankind’s sins Erase Satan’s bind on souls and spread His glorious blessings Remember friends the reasons why Jesus was sent here Seasons Greetings to all and have a Prosperous New Year

Merry Christmas Y’all

Some time the thing we pray for will come through, in fact all things we pray for earnestly will come through. God will ensure that all things are given to His beloved once they live righteous lives.  And when the minutes seem to pass and the hours, weeks, months and the year, don’t be surprise that you were having such fun you didn’t notice time slipping by. Enjoy your life, live blissfully, you are blessed.

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Merry Christmas Y’all   My year just started and now it’s gone Every day slipped by unnoticed one by one Rose up on mornings often unaware Rapidly past each month and now the year You may wonder why such disconnect Casual you may think for me to have let Hours slip by and to not know Really wrong of me to let time just go I understand your criticism but please hear me Some time last year someone wished that I’ll be Thrilled to the ultimate and before I knew My life was blissful and the time just flew Are you wishing for friends the same thing   Sharing merriment with them and hoping Yule Tide brings them peace and for the year ahead Are you praying their lives be free of dread Learn friend that your earnest prayers do come through Lord to Bajegirl’s readers Seasons Greetings and a Happy New Year too

Some Came Back

We buy a red poppy and wear it on our clothes as if it were some trend and too many of us forget why. Too many people forget the many sons and daughters who left their families intending to return to them. The many fathers who never got back to their kids and husbands who never knew they had kids. I think of all the sad love stories that never had a happy ending. War destroys many countries of people. And the broken ones that return, never stop fighting.

 

Some Came Back   Soldiers who in battle fought Overcame the enemy but some did not My heart goes out to them all Enemies they fought were big and small Cause those who returned from the war zone Are still fighting battles of their own Mind wars that disturb their sleep at night Enemies who show up to continue the fight Body parts missing and dysfunctional too Are constant small enemies with battles new Courageous soldiers who died and Some Came Back living in dismay Keeps reminding me why I support with a red poppy on Remembrance Day!

The Demolition Of Culture

This is a very sensitive topic for me because I question what our culture is very often. But what I am sure of is that by now we should be able to entertain our own just as we focus on educating our own. With all the talent we can see all around us why can’t a weekend be spent all year long seeing local movies, theatre, song and dance. Why do we develop a large Gymnasium that is structured for shows but the shows are then imported?

 

 

The Demolition Of Culture   They take our hard earn money Hack it up with V.A.T, Taxes direct and taxes indirectly Erect buildings that prove to be a waste Demolish the plans other governments left in place Education gets unfettered priority Millions spent developing a larger University Only to hand out degrees to masses Leaving there with questionable passes I see some scholars less learnt than me They can’t make good sentences but have a degree I see how they dress and hear the music they play Our young minds have been demolished to influences of the U.S.A Not enough is done to preserve our creed Our sons and daughters that sprung from a forefather’s seed Failure to give any importance as kids are grown Culture for Barbados is left on its own Useless authorities with vain promises to revamp structures Like the Empire and Queens Park Theatres There is little focus to harvest skills that are ours Until the young ones make big, then named Ambassadors Rihanna and Ryan were the most recent of these Entreat the authorities to abandon The Demolition of Culture please!

Where’s The Investigative Journalism

I always question journalism and reporters. I can see how they are potentially good professions but I can’t help but think of the reporter chasing the story and gets his camera man to keep rolling as he commentates a crime in progress, a rape maybe. They tell me that unless they do their job we might never learn of the rape. Well maybe if they were prepared to do something about it, there might be no rape to hear about

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Where’s The Investigative Journalism   We once had a paper the Investigator Had good articles but its centerfolds caused an uproar Editions delved behind the scene Research into the personal and sometimes the obscene Educated us about Bajans’ other side Some of the things the aristocrats want us to hide They exposed the street life of those who Had questionable work and avoided the men in blue Escapades into the still of the night, shadows and dark Investigated them in the familiar street and our treasured park Now the paper was only in its infancy Virtually a startup when it met its finale Enticing photos distracted its readers So eventually it joined the fate of other lost leaders This could have been a first Investigating Barbados and its worst Greater insight into the things that perturb All the political deceits, religious hypocrites and those who disturb The publisher should have foreseen the Investigator’s fate It should have been clear we wanted journalists who investigate Voyeurism done respectfully with hopes that they Expose our miscreants who wore their suits each day Journalists seem to lack the appetite Or too afraid to climb into the trenches, knuckle up and fight Unable to shed new spins on old stories Repeating the same news in the papers, on radios and TV’s None of them emulate Rachel Maddow or Anderson Cooper Avid journalists who investigate to uncover Lies perpetrated from where ever the source Investigative journalism to quote right from the mouth of the horse Sure, if there is an appeal for police to act more professionally Most other professionals should take their work seriously