Be Yeast Be yeast make things grow expand and reach all the dreams just out of reach. Be yeast unlimited unrestrained by the lifeless nature of a dough life. Be yeast destined to go everywhere and grow whereever laid to conquer. Be yeast and feast on the challenge of beating the impossible odds. Be yeast and emerge small and alert into your mighty self to make your mark on the earth.
Tag: Jamaican poetry
A True Leader
A True Leader There are many great minds There are many great names edged on many a graves. Yet many were leaders and many are coming on the quick. Many strive to control with a big beating stick instead of a kind word to defuse a situaion. We must be right in everyone's sight and so we ignore and close the door on the truth. But is anyone really willing to listen anyone willing to truly lead? Anyone willing to provide the water that will wash your students' feet
Dream Seeds
Dream Seeds What do you see when you look ahead of you? Do you see all the problems or possibilities? Do you see famine ot the harvest to come do you see bread or the millions that from your seeds who will be fed. DO you see a fallen forest destroyed by hate and those depraved or the potential of another forest bursting out of your heard? What do you see within yourself? DO you see a dead end or the solution to a problem? Are you afraid that you will not make it? Or are you building a bridge on the strength of your dream seeds?
Friend Or Foe?
Friend Or Foe? Taught in school the golden rule can make fools slaves to foolish truths guided in chains from medusa's head we are told let yourselves be led so someday you can lead the brain- dead whose souls have been sucked in to vault of progress. But we were never told that someday too we would find a tomb just for us like those we once led. Friend or foe who goes there we will never know because we only see what we were told and are blinded by the truth. Shall we call for the Light even at this late night, one more time, and pray for us it will come through?
Without a Source
A country without a source has all the potential but little vision. It struggles with the little it sees while being taunted by the much it holds. Never to know the richness of its riches only to see the gutter in which it strove and stroked out of. Twisted by circumstances to always look back lost in forget me nots broken promise. Lost in a dream without a source.
The Enemy Success
The Enemy Success Success whispers in your ear - "you have arrived for awhile let's rest here". We sit and bask in what we have achieved and never realise we are being decieved because we cannot see what else from within ourselves we can retrieve. We begin to think - "there is nothing better in this world than what we have now. and we allow complacency to take reign and suffer the pain, of the wasted years when we settled for less, instead of giving more than our best. If only we believed there was more to achieve than the present fame which fades under the pressure of misguided vain.
Child of the Light
Child of the Light I am a child of the light that's lost its way and now I am trying to swim back to my source. No matter what I will not be swayed by the changing times. I will stand my ground fight ugly on this mound and get my light from where darkness abounds. I am a child of the light so I must shine bright for others too are lost and they must be found. They too must make it back to the place where there is no lack and happiness and laughter abound.
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