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The Rihanna Haters

Posted: November 15, 2010 in From The Blogs, Rihanna

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

Posted: September 22, 2010 in From The Blogs

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

Posted: September 4, 2010 in From The Blogs

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

Posted: July 30, 2010 in From The Blogs

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

Posted: January 20, 2010 in From The Blogs, To Help Haiti

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

 

 

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Le Haïti a besoin de notre aide

 

Bloggers

Posted: December 25, 2009 in From The Blogs, Seasons

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

Posted: December 15, 2009 in From The Blogs, Seasons

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

Posted: November 12, 2009 in From The Blogs

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

Posted: November 6, 2009 in From The Blogs

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!

 

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