Loose Lips

Loose Lips Poem

Trouble-makers of the first order…
Loose lips dangerously out of control
Problems and confusion endlessly…
The red rag’s busy causing harm

Day in and day out…
Evil tongue whispers and shouts
Out of control cloth creating damage…
Carelessly hurting and smearing mercilessly

Lacking wise consideration and respect …
Selfishly exerting poisonous tales and lies
Hurting all in view…
…and the imagined crew

Wagging and disloyal flesh…
Of ignoble variety
Useless and two-timing commodity…
Of wicked stock

Endlessly and brutally engaged…
About all that’s unhelpful and unconstructive
Slowly isolated and ignored…
Defeated finally, by rational and fruitful beings

2010,2011-2023,2024... Dennis Arthur Dames

The Light and The Tunnel

The light and the tunnel Poem

I awake to the reality of darkness
...nothing lightworthy to see
Hands stretched-out with assured touch

...peacefully liberated and free

Nothing bright to behold
...or to glisten as gold

Blindly the walk commenced
…aimlessly with illumination the intent

I stumbled along
...arose more strong
Confidently the march maintained

...though light had abandoned poor me
...and darkness roamed in my sight free

To recharge in rest my spirit go
...to refresh in sleep my soul went

My restored eyes alert and focused
...light awsomely rebounds
…a shadowy tunnel of experience's behind
...the graceful sun gloriously shines

Junkanoo

Poem: Junkanoo

Junkanoo is a time of celebration
it is a culture of jubilation

Bahamians look forward to the drumbeats
and the cowbells shaking sweet

In the music kitchen, the melody is neat
the horns blowing, and the whistles are sleek

Junkanoo fills the heart
and penetrates the soul

It is an experience to behold!

The dead comes to life
and the living dances, are never trite

All are welcome to the festival
so, come as you are!

Junkanoo is strange faces from afar
coming to full life at the par!

It's Good to Leave this World Sometimes

It's good to leave this world sometimes Poem

It's good to leave this world and return

Sitting serenely on the seashore
What was I restfully in thought before?
No conception to remember
No visions to consider

Time has moved hither
With no worries recorded
And no world to consider
Where was I all the while?

No one will ever know - even I
The secret has been lost
The universe before me comes alive
Living again among the jive

Seeing life in full spirited color
The call of survival in meekness revived
Courage and strength now I feel
It's good to leave this world sometimes!
Returning back recharges the intent mind

A World of Isms

What a world of isms Poem!

Isms

Absolutism

Capitalism
Socialism
Communism

Racism
Atheism
Monotheism
Polytheism

Zionism
Materialism
Absurdism
Casualism
Egoism
Egotheism
Hedonism
Optimism
Spiritualism
…what a cultic world of colossal culturalism!

Island Sunset

Poem: Island Sunset

It's that time of day
for the sunset's ray
It's that time of day
for the evening's relay

It's that time of day
and all beauty's on display
The sunsets majestically over the bay
and the warm seawaters are for play

The sunset burns bright
disappearing before the night
With the sunrise tomorrow
the sunset shall surely follow

The islands' beauty in the sunset
brings promise of better days not set
Island sunset…
always resets!

Bahamas Independence

Bahamas Independence Poem

July 10, 1973…

Sovereign, delightful and free!

The Bahamas, a promising new nation…

Its people, jubilant and optimistic in its creation

As the Union Jack dissipates in celebration…

The atmosphere was of peaceful liberation

Young and autonomous…

A people embraced the challenge

Bahamians reside liberated for evermore…

A homeland rich in ambition to its core

Determined to self-rule…

Deserving in opportunities and blessed

A country of Godly foundation…

Constructed to stand the test of time

An independent archipelago of visionaries…

Laws of righteousness to guide

Forward in dignity…

Upward in unity

Together in purpose…

Lasting in positive resolve

Bahamians of love and Divine courage…

Conquering the vices

Remembering the golden opportunity…

Of self-determination and victory

Relishing in foresight and accomplishments…

Conquering the foes of mediocrity and regression

The road to nobility and prosperity;

Seekers abound in our Bahama land

Independence to eternity…

Keeping the faith of our insightful forefathers

Bahamians Remember always the reason,

dwelling successfully with our unique identity

In golden sunshine and inspirational breeze,

In fertile ocean, and valued rain

On soothing sand, and magnificent seashores…

Blessings are countless, and gifts endless

Independent Bahamas, for generations unending…

Thanking God for his outpouring love

Bahamians of exceptional heritage…

Upholding the faith of regal nationhood and deliverance

Dennis Dames Island Treasure Poetry

Tuesday, September 12, 2023