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I sing a song I sing a song – a new song Music to the ear A song raw with emotions A song to start the year A song that soothes my wary heart that I wear on my sleeve A rare song that provides reprieve from troubles near and far I sing a song – a new song A tune from the sun’s bright ray A little light to show the way to the weary seeking eye A song to brighten the overcast morn A song to drive away the burgeoning storm A song to wean me from creeping doubt’s door A song to lift me from the sinking floor.

  Politics by JBF I didn’t do anything remotely wrong Politicians before me did the same. We help some people and we help ourselves. That is the name of the game that you blame. If you want to play, you play by the rules These special rules you will not learn in school They come from initiative and cunning. To ignore these rules you play the fool. Life in this place is a roller coaster A hard grind, just to eat a decent food Chances to thrive are few and far between Grabbing the ones that come improves our mood. So do not begrudge us our good fortune! We choose to put our lives out on the line. We’re courageous leaders on a mission To support those who toe the party line. I didn’t do anything remotely wrong. I’m just here carrying on the tradition. I give with one hand, I take with the other Win-win, a necessary condition. 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 ...

When? W atch you sidling from the glare of the headlights! Hewn down by worries Engrossed by foul fears Newly imprisoned. Wasting Hoping Enduring Numb. Wishing on yesterday Holding on to today Eyeing tomorrow Neutering the now. Wrench free! Hasten away! Embrace the light! Nab the wind! Now! 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 other poems . A bout the Author J anette B. Fuller  is a ghost writer and author of four  books.  When you are ready to write your story and/or after you have written your story, make contact with her at writingwisdomtree@gmail.com. She'll help you write your best story by helping you arrange your thoughts and/or edit your work. Chec k out her books  here . 

Cry for America by JBF America. Founded through revolution. “ ...one nation under God Indivisible With liberty and justice for all...” Which God? A god of the white man? A god for the white man? A god by the white man? The god of America. Cry for America Indivisible Inseparable One Nation Founded on liberty and justice for all Lily white Lies founded in history Excavated through time Perpetuated by ‘educators’. Blacks, graduated from chattel-hood By laws that keep them enchained Stagnating Impatient to breathe. Voices wail Fires burn Feet march Standing still. Cry for America The revolution continues Excluding Dividing Discriminating. Imploding! You are, America! Before you go, check out our poetry corner and do read the post, The USA and COVID-19 . A bout the Author J anette B. Fuller  is a ghost writer and author of four  books.  When you are ready to write your story and/or after...

  Writing is a challenging job that requires creativity and commitment. 'Tell me something I don't know,' you are saying at this very minute, but hear me out. I have met people who want to be writers, whether writers of poems, writers of books, or writers of screen plays. They know that they should be writers. They say they feel it in their bones. It is something that is calling them from deep down inside. Their calling is to be a writer because they have something to say and they must say it. They accept the calling and sit down to write that poem, that story or that screenplay that they believe they should write. But once they have that sheet of paper or that blank word document in front of them, they draw a blank or the words they write do not capture what they intended to write. They are left frustrated. And there are those people who know that they should be writers, but they cannot, no matter how hard they try, find the right thing to write abou...

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.

I know everything by JBF It’s mine I did it I will do it. I know everything What I say is true Don’t question it Don’t dismiss it I speak truth I will rant if that’s what I’m doing I will speak my truth I speak for the oppressed I speak for the stereotyped I speak for the misunderstood I speak for them They are me I am they I will not be silenced I will speak our truth I will speak the truth And you must listen.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant - by Emily Dickinson (1830-1856) Tell all the truth but tell it slant - Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind - Is Dickinson talking about poetry or the nature of 'truth' as is or both or something else? What does this poem mean to you? Leave a comment below.

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 .