childhood, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

The Poet’s Story

 

Take away the sadness

Strip it back completely

Break those chains and

Cast the links asunder

 

Stand tall as a Cedar tree

And bring the past to life

Yes, it was a time of trouble,

Toil and strife

 

But look beyond that …

 

See the golden sunshine light

And those golden memories

Aching to be free, not bound by

Tears and fears of unspoken pain

 

See that tiny soul

Her dreams dancing on the

Periphery of her life

Watch and wait in wonder

 

As by the kitchen door she sits

Book open in her hands

While mother cooks

And listens while she reads

 

Hug those words as

They jump off the page

Taking root in the chambers

of her mind and bind

 

Themselves into miracles

Of every joyous kind

Those words: dear friends

Faithful for all time

 

They are the building blocks

Cemented by those joys

Resting on the foundation

Bringing poetry to life.

 

~ Marie Williams – 2017

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Emigration, Jamaica, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Wise Words from a Jamaican Mother

 

Wise Words from a Jamaican Mother

Sometimes you jus haffi mek

Some a de tings dem pass you by

A no every ting you hear

You fi mek badda you

 

Jus gwarn like say you no see

Wha dem a do

Hold you face straight

And no mek nottin trouble you

 

Cause you know if you fi put

Everyting pan you head

A no mad you ago mad

“Missis, me no mek anyting badda me”

 

These are wise words from my mum

She was just an ordinary mum

She had no airs and graces

She never went to high places

 

But she knew all about life

She knew the trouble and the strife

She could tell you a tale

That could make you wail

 

So you wan fi tek heed

Of what my madda say

She live it, and she know it

A no know she no know

 

Not because she have a mout

And can talk de talk

And walk de walk

My madda wiser than a lot of folk!

~ Marie Williams (2009)

This is for you ‘Yasmin’.

 

Verse 1

Sometimes you just have to overlook things.  Don’t let everything you  see/hear bother you.

Verse 2

Don’t appear to look as if you are concerned.  Turn a blind eye and don’t be anxious. “I don’t allow anything to bother me!”

Verse 3

Because if you allow concerns to get the better of you it will send you mad/crazy!

Verse 6

So listen carefully to what my mother says, she knows what she is talking about because she has experienced it.

Verse 7

She doesn’t talk for the sake of talking.  She has wisdom and she knows what she is talking about because she has been there.

 

 

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poem, poetry, Relationships, Uncategorized

Still Close By

 

I have not gone
I am close by
In the stars above
You can see my love

I have not gone
I am by your side
In the moon above
You will feel my love

I have not gone
I walk with you
As the world revolves
You will touch my love

I have not gone
I still talk with you
Listen carefully and do not fear
It’s my loving voice you hear

I have not gone
I am near by
Don’t forget
My love will never die

~ Marie Williams 2016

 

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haiku, nature, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Autumnal Haiku

 

Bird Song

Do the roses know

That Autumn follows Summer

Robin redbreast wonders?

 

November Whispers

Pink rose standing alone

While petals are strewn around

November whispers gently

 

Hope

Cold frosty morning

A red rose is still in bloom

What will tomorrow bring?

 

Truth

The garden knows

That flowers will always say

Exactly what they mean

 

~MEW 2016

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childhood, Ode, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

“Cherry”

Life is not a bowl of cherries

Neither is it a bowl of any type of fruit

But that is what they called me

When they saw me on

The eighteenth of October 1950 something

 

I realised life was not a bowl of cherries

Very early on

But I ‘appily made lemonade

With the lemons I was given

 

Oranges and lemons

Said the Bells of St Clements

I sang in the school yard

Where the cherry pink and

Apple blossoms grew

 

No, life is not a bowl of cherries

But I find that I’ve

Been aptly named

For beneath that soft giving flesh

There lies a seed like stone

 

But this stone is not cold and hard

It is the steel that girds me

And while life is not a bowl of cherries

That name I have to own

 

For it has sustained me

Kept me standing firm

I’m Cherry by name and nature

Soft on the outside

But built to weather the storms.

 

~ MEW (aka Cherry)

 

 

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