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There is great celebration in my heart today and this is largely because it is that time of year I get to think of all the women pass and present who have done great things to shape individuals and communities. I was recently introduced to a religion that recognizes the importance of women and their role to educate the young and I fully endorse their belief

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International Day For Women

 

I am woman watch me roar

Numbers have grown, we’re better than before

There are women in all walks of life, some ruling cities

Even have women in charge of countries with no royalties

Regardless to who you are a woman once tended you

Nurtured your ambition, your skills and character too

A woman may be generally weaker in frame but what of
this

There are so many other areas of strength in women that
exists

I am woman, I am strong and invincible

Organizations failed that treated women less than man’s
equal

No job is too big or idea too small

A woman values and considers them all

Ladies refined and ladies with an edge

 

Doesn’t matter the type, they will equally pledge

All they have to ensure their child’s safety

You’ll never find a women to lack such charity

 

Faced with torture , abuse and discrimination

Only women rose above these to be the best in their
Nation

Rose more equipped, to be even stronger

 

Were tested for years but they need be tested no longer

Oh, yes, I’m wise but it’s wisdom born of pain

My brothers still don’t realize what through it all I’ve
gained

Even though I’ve come a long way and garnered great
integrity

Not yet am I completed, the Lord’s not finished with me

 

Please
See This Card Here

 

 

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I didn’t even know that some countries treat International Women’s Day as a holiday. I think women should be recognized for the contribution they make especially in a world that treats them as unequally. Even in the most democratic country, the USA, women still have problem being paid equal wages for equal work done. I see women that work harder than they male counterparts earning about 70% of the male’s wages.

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International Women’s Day

 

In our lives they are many Women who

Never gave up striving for Women’s Rights too

They recognize the polarity in the work place

Equality has been a focus but our standards are
disgrace’

Radio host today even featured a man who

Notoriously advocated a stone standard too

Advocating that women should walk behind

Their male spouse to show they are a subordinate kind

I can’t believe that in these modern days

Our males have people who still think these ways

Not even ashamed he spoke of women who should bow

And observe his discriminate exploitation some how

Ladies worked hard and still work hard too

 

Wages are disproportionate for the men’s work they do

Our women have been physically and morally abused

Many have raised our children by standards used

Every positive role by women should be applauded by
society

No celebration here for what they have done for you and
me

So many teachers, nurses, mothers, the lot

 

Do their best to ensure our children are the best we got

And through women, heads in society and professionals
are their way

You must not forget to celebrate International Women’s
Day

 

 

Please
See This Card Here

 

 

Margaret

Posted: March 3, 2010 in Mothers' Day, Tributes

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There are no words that can describe the remorse we feel at the lost of a love one. And as much as the feel seems hard to understand, there is a more intense feeling to those who were closer. My beloved friend was extremely close to her sister who mothered her for a long time when she was young. My deepest sympathies to the family and friends

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Margaret

 

My Lord you blessed our sister
with a great family

And with a warm spirit, kind
heart and lots of generosity

Righteousness she followed
and trained up her children too

God she taught them to give
you praise in all that they do

And so Lord with all your
Blessings, now that she

Returns to your loving care
through your divinity

Everlasting life you promised
to those who obey

This, our meek and beloved
sister, endured until her very last day

 

Please
Click To See This Sympathy Card

 

First Prayer Warrior

Posted: February 24, 2010 in Mothers' Day, Tributes

In remembrance of a shining light that guide3 the way for thousands directly and through her children. Eulees Verona Farley was the mother of 10 children, one of whom died as a baby and another who passed away just recently as an adult. Many of those who came into regular contact with her know of her unfading devotion which grew stronger as she watched the spiritual growth of her own children. In fact, her daughter the Apostle Dr. Lucille Baird speak of how in her frail self she still whispered the ending of Psalm 121 every time she had to leave, especially on trip overseas. In her mind she was may be described as the First Prayer Warrior, and to us who can only know her life from the distant, she set the example that make our earthly journey easier and growing in the spirit rewarding. A Tribute to honor the life of Eulees Verona Farley

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First Prayer Warrior

 

Forgive me Father for those nights I slept

I’ve your blessings still sometimes I wept  

Rose at light with concerns and prayed

Some difference befalls me cause I obeyed

Then a sister who had worked hard for you

Parented those nine kids that they might too

Returned to have her rewards by your side

A promise made everyone, to eternally abide

You went to prepare our place and she’s now there

Earnestly she lived on every day of every year

Resonated with love in a special way

Warrior in prayer and a teacher each day

And today I clearly see Father this life we spend

Right amidst the painful hardships will eventually end

Rise up from sleep each morning, remembering I can achieve

Intercession like our sister, love of all if I would
believe

On the Word knowing our sister’s example and a mother’s
pain 

Refrain says If I could hear my mother pray again

 

 

 

 

Same Poem
new Acrostic highlighted

 

First Prayer Warrior

Eulees Verona Farley

ForgivE me Father for those nights I slept

I’ve your blessings still sometimes I
wept  

Rose at light with concerns and prayed

Some difference befalls me cause I obeyed

Then a sister who had worked hard for you

Parented those nine kids that they might too

Returned to have her rewards by your side

A promise
made
everyone, to eternally abide

You went to
prepa
re our place and she’s now there

Earnestly she
lived
on every day of every year

Resonated
with love i
n a special way

Warrior in
prayer and
a teacher each
day

And today I
clearly see
Father this life
we spend

Right amidst
the painful h
ardships will
eventually end

Rise up from
sleep each mo
rning,
remembering I can achieve

Intercession
like our sister,
love
of all if I would believe

On the Word
knowing our sist
er’s
example and a mother’s pain 

Refrain says
If I could hear m
y
mother pray again

 

Click to see My
Sympathy Card

 

There are many touching stories of rescues that have been happening all week long. The rescuers continue to do their work to find survivors and have found some successes. The stories are not all told because most of the Haitians speak Creole, slang from French. I have enough trouble trying to discern what Bajans say so I wouldn’t even attempt to translate a foreign language. But even the barriers of language can’t hide the sorrow in the faces of these people and the ecstasy the show, should they find someone. The family here was elated to get back their 11 years old Haitian survivor. 

 

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Fille Anaika St.Louis

Mother, Don’t Let Me Die!

 

My favorite niece was 11 years and loved to play

Our little darling disappeared that dark Tuesday

The old building, 80 years with its 5 stories came down

Horrible thoughts surfaced when she was seen nowhere around

Every person pitched in to search the rubble below

Rubble was cleared by people I don’t even know

 

Dogs dug and sniffed then one dog started to bark

One dog capably gave the searchers a starting mark

Now men applied greater focus on this target place

Then her well known cries came and in my mind her face

 

Little beloved was there cold, thirsty and in pain

Eyes soon below staring and the rescuers fed her water again

Then they saw left arm and soon too the right

 

My darling got her left leg freed but the right took all night

Eventually, she was out of danger from the rubble and off to first aid

 

Doctors had futile equipment and we left betrayed

In a rush we took my niece to the car, and she spoke about death

Earthquake gave its worst aftershock when Anaika took her last breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

Same poem new acrostic highlighted

 

Fille Anaika St.Louis

Mother, don’t let me die!

 

My Favorite niece was 11 years and loved to play

Our little darling disappeared that dark Tuesday

The old building, 80 years with its 5 stories came down

Horrible thoughts surfaced when she was seen nowhere around

Every person pitched in to search the rubble below

 

Rubble wAs cleared by people I don’t even know

Dogs dug and sniffed then one dog started to bark

One dog capably gave the searchers a starting mark

Now men applied greater focus on this target place

Then her well known cries came and in my mind her face

Little beloved was there cold, thirsty and in pain

 

Eyes soon below Staring and the rescuers fed her water again

Then they saw left arm and soon too the right

My darling got her Left leg freed but the right took all night

Eventually, she was out of danger from the rubble and off to first aid

Doctors had futile equipment and we left betrayed

In a rush we took my niece to the car, and she spoke about death

Earthquake gave its worst aftershock when Anaika took her last breath

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

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!

 

What I am today has much to do with who my ancestors were and what they chose to do back then. We have varying accounts of our past and often we have to take the historians word for it but this thing is sure, no historian need tell you about your personality and therefore what your forefather did to mould you this way. We have lots that we might learn from the forefathers, for although they were generally planters, they managed to raise the diversities which we now know

 

Our Brave Forefathers Sowed The Seed

 

Over the island in pockets all around

Utility poles flank where villages are found

Rose hedges and white picket fences sculpt each neighborhood

Big open pastures and fields planted wherever they could

Rural districts are separate from the bustling cities

And the dialect is spoken with quaint diversities

Versions that may have originated from the Irish

Enriched slangs now specific to people of each parish

Factories that used to process sugar cane

Once depended mostly on its export for gain

Reaped by field workers by the sweat of their brow

Extractors and harvesting machines are mainly used now

Farmers now greatly diversify

All of their produce are prepared for locals to buy

Though loyal to their land they taught their offspring

How important it was to get good schooling

Education was to be the source of stability

Religion the foundation of a balance personality

Schools were erected to fill this need

Societies grew more academic than just being able to read

On days in the week all children attended schoo
l

Weekends were for church where they learnt the golden rule

Exceptions were few but these few would continue

Doing agriculture from which greatness grew

The forefathers by accident or intentionally

Had planted the seeds of this society

Every division throughout from Z back to A

Shows an interrelation that makes our people today

Efficient from within the small groups and spread out

Every seed planted to reap faith and no doubt

Did well to ensure our successes and that we got what we need

Success because Our Great Forefathers Sowed The Seed