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  Photo credit: Aldington "Junior" Murray Happy New Year by JBF H ow swiftly time flies! A year of fulfilled and unfilled resolutions P assed in the blink of an eye, it seems. P roof of time’s lightning-fast pace Y esterday’s memories remain. N ow another year of possibilities E xtends time’s reign — W ilting and replenishing. Y ours to claim. E rect your monument. A mbition renew. R edeem past resolutions. T out your talents. O pen closed doors. Y es, it’s your chance to shine — O nly if you seize the new dawn. U nearned blessings are not yours to claim.

Yes by JBF Yes – the little word that heals or wounds The fragile heart’s respite From friends’ capricious masquerades That cripple, that entice Like sleep the weary eyelids shade From the sun’s taxing rays. Yes, the word that accentuates Our deepest joys and fears.

View from Shooters' Hill, Jamaica Time by JBF Time steals along Constantly on the move All the time, time changes From dawn until dusk time changes From night until day time changes All the time, time changes Time changes girls into   women   It changes boys to men It changes women and men All the time, time changes Women and men chase time Women and men retreat from time Because all the time, time changes  It changes childhood to old age It changes old age to mere dust All the time, time changes Time grants wishes Time takes away wishes Time grooms Time dooms All the time, time changes From age to age From the cradle into the grave All the time, time changes Philosophies are created in time In time philosophies will change Time changes everything Time is changing All the time, time ch...

Life by JBF ‘I’m taking life easy,’ I said ‘What is life?’ he asked A question that nagged at my brain Causing it to hurt from the strain. Life is living. Life is joy. Life is pain. Life is gain. Life is mistakes. Life is discovery. Life is high stakes. Life is recovery. Life is dread But at least we’re not dead. Life gives us a chance To move ahead. Life is a rollercoaster It tosses us up and down And spins us around and around Before it takes us down. Down to the ground Where our ancestors roam Down to the ground Where we cease to moan. Life is. 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 ghost writer and author of four  books.  When you are ready t...

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...