Poems

Research

Chorus (repeat x2)

Research, Research, a di quest we ah flow

Inna di knowledge we ah steadily ah flow. YEAH

Verse 1

Inna di realm of knowledge, where wisdom a shine,

lies research, a wondaful time.

Curiosity ah guide dem, like a lantern so bright,

Researchers a soar, pon a wondaful flight.

Verse 2

Inna di labs and libraries, dem deh pon di scene,

Exploring di mysteries, nuh man ever seen.

Dem deep inna di unknown, a seek di truth,

Diggin through data, from di elders and yute.

Verse 3

From di cells inna Bio, to stars up high,

Research know no limits, it a reach fi di sky.

Uncovering truths, once hidden and sealed,

Expanding understanding, mek it all reveal.

Verse 4

In laboratories gleaming, where science takes flight,

Research ignites the spark of the long drawn night.

With microscopes peering, and test tubes in hand,

It seeks the hidden answers, across the land.

Verse 5

Through trials and errors, through methods diverse,

Researchers venture, their minds immerse.

In data’s depths, they seek to decode,

The patterns concealed, the stories untold!

Verse 6

In labs and libraries, ideas ignite,

Hypotheses formed, put to the light.

Experiments conducted, with precision’s art,

Unveiling the wonders that beat at the heart.

Verse 7

Through surveys and interviews, voices are heard,

Perspectives diverse, a tapestry stirred.

Social dilemmas, complexities faced,

Research delves deep, the unknown is chased.

Verse 8

In fields of medicine, seeking cures so bright,

Researchers labour, all day and night.

To conquer diseases, to heal and restore,

Their dedication, a promise to the core.

Verse 9

Through history’s echoes, through cultures diverse,

Research unveils, the past we immerse.

Ancient civilizations, their stories untold,

Unearthed and revealed, in research’s bold.

Verse 10

Oh, research, you guide us, with knowledge as your sword,

Unveiling the mysteries, the truths we’ve ignored.

Your quest for understanding, a journey so grand,

Enriching our world, with wisdom in hand.

– A dub poem by Britaney Simpson

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The road less travelled

Life sent me on a journey, the path I had to choose,

Where the meadows lay on either side and the skies were the

deepest blues,

While the trees whispered in the soft cool breeze, and the sun

kissed the mountain peak

Smiles and laughter abound on every soul you’ll meet.

At all these things I marvelled,

For I had chosen the road less travelled.

My journey was just a steppingstone along this path of life,

The beauty this world has to offer far out ways the strife,

The path need not be neat or trimmed, or paved in the finest way,

Just find beauty in each passing moment with each passing day.

Choose the path that’s merely gravelled,

And always take the road less travelled

The road may not be smooth and easy; it may have its ups and downs

It can take you far beyond what you have always known,

Follow the path with your heart, the heart always knows the way,

Take it with each passing stride; take it day by day

Take the path that leads you forward

And always, always, take road less travelled.

– Theresa England

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These Blues

These blues aint uptown

These blues are old and

Stretched out in the sun…and reeking

Like that old mad woman

Taking her permanent vacation

Under the Caribbean sun

Day after day, with no grand-daughter

Or grand-son

These blues aint fancy

These blues aint uptown

These blues are dilapidated and

Forgotten…monuments in the sun

These blues are old structures filled with rubbish

Old relics burned by fire

But grinning with only its shell

Burnt and left without a core

Yet still standing proud

These blues aint uptown

These blues will suffocate you

Like impatient shoppers

In an already crowded store

These blues aint going places

These blues are a bumper to

Bumper traffic jam

These blues will drive you mad

These blues are honking and loud

These blues aint uptown

These blues are like busy shoppers

In an already crowded store

These blues are haggling and insistent

These blues are always loud

These blues come with walls

Full of graffiti

These blues aint uptown

These blues are like polluted harbours

Filled with dying flora and fauna

And damaged coral reef

These blues aint only Ozone

And Earth

These blues are marine

These blues have defunct train stations

And ferry systems

These blues aint uptown.

These blues are filled with

The cries of every ghetto child

Turned street seller that has

Never seen a school

Can’t you hear the voices

Of the street children

With nowhere to call home

And no family to give them food?

These blues are heavy

Like the beats of sound systems’

Can’t you feel how they get you down?

These blues only know Princess Street

And Orange Street

King Street and East Queen Street

These blues get lost uptown

These blues are the capital of everyone’s pain

These blues will murder you if it’s hungry again

That’s why I know for certain now

That these blues aint Half-way-tree

Or Old Hope Road blues

No…these blues aint uptown

I know now, that these blues

Don’t have names like Vale Royal

And King’s House

These blues are too real

And too raw

These blues that I feel

Aint polite and proper

So now I know for sure

That these blues couldn’t be

Aristocratic or elite

No…these blues aint uptown.

– Lisa Gaye Taylor

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