BLIGHT MEDICINE

A sea bath, a sea bath

A bush bath, a bush bath

Red lavender, holy water

Removes blight from your daughter

A blue bag to cut envy

A blue bottle in sight

Turn backwards at the front door

And get rid of all your blight

Knock on wood, pinch yourself

Horse shoe on your door

Mount a ring, get a guard

Remove all blight for sure

Egg bath, hot cocoyea

Plant flags, light candles and sway

And still 2012 blight

Will never go away

Until you get down on your knees

Pray, set goals and listen

Turn to JAH, the only remedy

Holder of the blight medicine- He is the cure!

Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

WITHOUT SUBJECT

Mixed up, muddled down, mediocre feelings
Keen eyes which gaze aimlessly in doubt
At these words worthy of a sleuth
Sure expressions of truth now hidden
And without subject, there is nothing to write about

No anger, no joy, no pain, no noose
No muse,words untamed and loose
None prevails, all crossed words that come not out
Like crabs in a barrel they just scramble and ramble
And without subject, there is nothing to write about

This wide- master bowler; Duck- diva batsman
Noble no-ball nemesis; maiden-less thrower
Over’s-whore, with futile hopes to cause a re-route
Of hidden emotions, be it, memories or aspirations
For without subject, there is nothing to write about

Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick