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Heart beat by JBF From the dark depths of despair We waken ourselves Searching for answers To the questions we fear. There in the wind the answers soar Out of our reach they hang in the air Fluttering dreams soaring high Blurs in the night sky. But we will soon catch them Our anthem we hum To the rhythm of our heart beat That spurs us along. Before you go, spend a few minutes to browse the blog, subscribe to get the latest posts as soon as they are published and do read some of my poems . A bout the Author J anette B. Fuller  is a teacher and author of  three  books. Her business is to write stories set in the place she knows best – Jamaica – while also helping writers to write their own stories.  When you are ready to write your story and/or after you have written your story, make contact with her at writingwisdomtree@gmail.com for coaching and editing services, respectively.  Check out her books  here . 

Words by JBF Words by themselves innocuous Words carelessly arranged and uttered Enemies create Apologies tendered Meet with distaste ‘I was not upset.’ ‘What gave you that idea?’ Words that excavate Words that discomfort inflate Words that damn The lie that is your life. Words that uncover your guile To your unwilling eyes. Silence, silence of discord Hang over our desires and dreams Like a rain cloud hovering Over saturated streams. Silence, screaming for redress Wishing that words were left at rest Before you go, spend a few minutes to browse the blog, subscribe to get the latest posts as soon as they are published and do read some of my  poems . A bout the Author J anette B. Fuller  is a teacher and author of  three  books. Her business is to write stories set in the place she knows best – Jamaica – while also helping writers to write their own stories.  When yo...

From gloom to bloom by JBF Blooms glow out from gloom Boys hopscotch from door to room  Dogs growl, cock crows, moms frown Pop, Pop, Pop, Glocks boom.                                            Horror’s tools to doom fools Who follow crooks Who scorn good books To look cool. Mom, hollow from sorrow Howls. Rocks, too. To know Bobby got shot By fool’s shots. Pop mops hot brows Too strong to howl Holds on to jowl Sorrow grows Tomorrow fools drop Tomorrow glocks stop Tomorrow no goons Tomorrow blooms soon Before you go, spend a few minutes to browse the blog, subscribe to get the latest posts as soon as they are published and do read some of ...

Secrets by JBF Shiny red, with lime green accents Three rectangles, atop the other Each reaching a little farther Toward the edge of the cover Blue sea, far below the yellow sun’s glare Rests inside its rectangular borders Now looking out boldly, Now glancing; now peeping Into eager eyes open wide It beckons them to take the dive Down into the depths of its rhymes Riddled secrets within the lines. Before you go, spend a few minutes to browse the blog, subscribe to get the latest posts as soon as they are published and do read some of my  poems . A bout the Author J anette B. Fuller  is a teacher and author of  three  books. Her business is to write stories set in the place she knows best – Jamaica – while also helping writers to write their own stories.  When you are ready to write your story and/or after you have written your story, make contact with her at writingwisdomtree@gmail.com for co...