Loss of a True Princess

 


like a comet that illuminates the sky at night
So you illuminated the world through your short lived life
Beautiful, so beautiful you were both inside and out
Your inner beauty my Princess made the whole world shout

The world shouted in dismay at your passing
Fond memories of you remains with us everlasting
Your beautiful smile, your UN-hypocritical style
Your concerned kindness, which seemed so pure
In the depth of our souls will indeed forever endure

Vision of you afforded us through modern technology
Leaves you vivid in our minds; here with us in virtual reality
You were like a breath of fresh air
Purification to the atmosphere
Likened to the mountain strong
A shelter to the suffering throng

You were like treasure; found at the bottom of the sea
I tie for you this ribbon around the old oak tree
Your death left the world in a clouded mist
Princess Diana you will be forever missed

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On The Mic Thursday

The follow was posted on facebook, which is my review to the nights event at the weekly open mike session taking place in Brooklyn N Y . PEACE!!

If you were not at (@) On The  Mic last night, (Thur. Dec. 29,2011) then you truly missed a night of fun and soul feeding.

I could stop writing right here and it would have said it all; but let me paint for you a picture so you may captivate the essence of the night's atmosphere.

The place was CRAZY, yea, CRAZY!.

The program started with the usual intro from Ras Atiba and his newly appointed co-host, "my bad" for not remembering the sisters name (Cita?) at this time but if you were there you would join me in saying the young lady is so far doing a fine job.

Ras Atiba then kicked off the "madness" with one of his many spoken word pieces,

this was followed by other spoken word artist and if you was missing in action you truly missed some in dept, goose bumping, soul wrenching performance from those who chose to share a piece of their jewel with the listening audience, the vibe was arresting.

The artistes truly brought their" A Game" the energy was very positive and indeed riveting. D J “Lively" Won Don's music selections gave added value to the night's exchange.

 Not that it is impossible to remember the name of all the performers, nor do I wish to be partial in leaving anyone out; but in trying to virtually place you in the moment let me mention those names I do recall and whom ever name I fail to mention be it understood that you, and what ever other pronoun do apply, that at the time of putting my thoughts to paper I was not privy to your information and would not have failed to mention you by name.

In my honest opinion all the night's performances were note worthy.

So then let me begin by saying: to those names I fail to mention; their energy shared, their performance executed, is without a doubt most deserving of a big (Washington Stevens aka Da Poet) WOOOOH. Ras Atiba,WHOOOOH!!!. Jah Mic-Heal, WOOOOH!!!  I N I, WOOOOH!!! Lion Melta, WOOOH!!! Kentec The God, WOOOOH!!!! Culture Wise, WOOOOH!!!! Ras Casa, WOOOH!!! And well yours truly is working on his craft. WOOOOH!!!!

The night's Fashion Showcase was cast in cultural tone with a featuring of necklaces and wrist wear all hand made with colorful beads worthy of mentioning here. If you were not present to partake I hope you will join us next week/year as we continue to network ourselves to HIGH HEIGHTS as we are determine to live our lives above the fray, So please join us THURSDAY JANUARY 5th 2012 for what we hope will be another night of exciting  positive entertainment, and community networking. POSITIVE NEW YEAR TO ALL.    Blessed Love

On The Mic Thursday

3411 Church Ave.

Brooklyn New York

    

 

Washington stevens - All Poetry.

Washington stevens - All Poetry.

Needy Child

Another day has dawned
And so life it still goes on
To live to love to smile
Every adult once a child

In need of love and care
From its parent who brought it here
For dad's love a child it craves
His dad in prisoned; a slave

Mom now a single parent
No funds to pay the rent
Now she too has turned to crime
Saying job's too hard to find

Grandma, bless her soul
Now play this mother's role
Heeding this infant's cry
In a world that's gone awry

Enchanted with greed and glut
Men run the World amok
Earnestly craving for vanity
They abandon their humanity

Saying he drew bad card
But his job was shipped abroad
The dilemma of my neighbour
His job exported for cheap labor

This is what I see
In the land of opportunity
How could this be you say
In the mighty U S A

Politicians they pretend
Your interest to defend
While with big business they combine
Sticking you for every dime

Saying they got your back
Sticking you through in-com tax
And to further satisfy their crave
They hit you with scratch off games

Love De I Respect De I

The following poem is my tribute
to the legendary reggae artist and
people's person. Robert Nester Marley
affectionately known as
"Bob Marley"
Assassination attempt
on his life was made
for deeds that he had done
He was feared
he was beguiled
for the lyrical content of his songs

He spoke truth to power
no wonder he was feared
The need to battle ignorance
he found this crystal clear

Through the lyrics of his songs
he cried let freedom ring
He was Jamaica's ambassador
For reggae he was king

A freedom fighter
indeed he was
Yet by many he was misunderstood
Because he was judged

By his religion
for the locks upon his head
not for his deeds of good

His goal it was to liberate
those with captivated minds
Enslaved on the plantation of ignorance
By the Massas of our time

His lyrics of much candor
span the global continent
Alas he died at age thirty-six
His life was one well spent

We LOVE YOU BOB

                   Washington Stevens

A Call for Unity

A Call for Unity

Is it just a dream?

Or is it a vision of hope

Is it naivity to believe?
To believe in the value of honor
To believe in the value of trust


Am I naive to trust?
That we could come together
Hope together
Uniting one with the other
Becoming a force
A force to be reckoned with


Is the phrase
Unity is strength a farce?
Think with me for a moment
A universe without the sun and the moon
Complementing each other


A universe where the river never runs to the sea
Where no rainfall penetrates the earth's surface
Vitalizing the roots of the trees

Where the unity of male and female
Brings forth no birth
Where nature's elements no longer unite
To replenish mother earth


For what use is a vehicle without its engine
What use is an engine without its vital parts
What use is the human without a functioning brain
Without a beating heart


United elements make that old oak tree
Stand mighty strong and tall
United we stand
Devided, we fall


                                                                                Washington Stevens

Thank You

Please accept these beautiful pictures as my simple gesture of gratitude for your time spent visiting W O R D as I am celebrating the 1,000 visit to this blog site.

YOUR TIME SPENT WITH US IS HIGHLY  APPRECIATED

THANK YOU                                 YOUR VISITS 

                                         ARE OUR

                                        MOTIVATION

          ONE LOVE                                                          

For The Record

For The Record

For the record
Let me emphatically impart
Putting pen to paper
I speak straight from the heart
I write not for fame and fortune
Or some other vain material award
To motivate one conscious thought
That for me is an acceptable reward

If I can sooth a troubled mind
With the lyrics I design
Convince some fearful souls
That the mountain they can climb
Then no appraise can define
The satisfaction I will find

For the record
Let me reiterate
Poetry is an art I totally appreciate
An effective tool I use to propagate
In dept thoughts I wish to communicate
And though my skill some do underrate
My passion for the art
Continuously radiates

These lyrics that I pen
My honor to defend
Rejected and despised
Maliciously categorized
Yet like the morning sun I rise
Eyes steadfast on the prize

For the record
I wish to make it crystal clear
That my commitment to the art
Is not for self aggrandizement or fanfare
But this gift this brother was granted
I do believe it was to share
To aid the troubled, and despaired
This is my motivation
Though some think me not sincere

For the record
These thoughts I wish you will arrest
Not penned, some fan-base to impress
Retaliatory inspired, this I will confess
To whom it may concern
It is written indirect

A Simple Thought

A simple Thought
Part 1

They water washed the name
Removed the chains; hence
The indentured Servant
Half bond and half free
Andrew Johnson himself a runaway
Later 17th President of the USA
And when they said we all were free
The Indentured Servant
Turned around and spat on me
And said the color of my skin
Means to him; I was born because of sin
The preacher preaches to the pew

This was after the shackles and chains
Forcing on the African the massa's name
We cried we begged we fought
For freedom is but a farce
Without the freedom of thought
There is no freedom
Because man has made himself a slave
Fulfilling the design as it changes with time
They plan they plot they scheme
Pursuing the green
Selling the American dream
Many have paid with their soul

I exist with space and time
Created from the atoms of the Universe
Born from nature on planet Earth
Is energized by solar source
So we need the sun
To energize and keep it warm
Creating all that you see
I am who I am
No longer who I was taught to be
I am my mind

Was designed by cult-ure
And the order of the day
Because I was taught what to do
And all that I should say
Parents wishing for their children
To achieve life's ultimate ideal
That perfect life
Imparts to them their beliefs
And the whats wrong and right
To life I say yea
To be continued another day
                                                         By Washington Stevens

Why This Blogging Blogger Blogs

There are certain aspirations in life that people generally speaking, believe their calling or consider to be their gift; something that comes natural to them and the deep felt desire to perform this noted skill/talent. This is indeed the case with me when it comes to writing. I write because I love to, I write because it comes natural to me, I write because I bear this deep felt desire to express my thoughts; hoping that by so doing my writing may become a little spark that starts a necessary fire that will hopefully result in an eternal flame.


Yet, I must confess that I am indeed no avid scholar nor had any formal training in the art. In fact my schooling was very minimal in scope, which one may very well detect through my attempt to navigate my way into the art of blogging. I nonetheless scuffle on, adhering to the deep rooted desire that's anchored in my mind, in my being. Writing is something I have been doing on and off at different intervals of my life's progression. This began in my teenage years (while growing up on that little 144 square mile piece of Paradise that was renamed Jamaica by its former colonizers.) I wrote and performed a number of religious songs while I was a practicing member of the Christan faith, a faith that has a very strong presence on the Island and a philosophy to which I no longer pay credence. Later, in an attempt to elevate myself on a higher level of the financial ladder took to writing non-religious pieces with hopes of making it big in the broader and more secular segment of the society.

The fact that I have thus far survived the perils that beset the human endeavors of this planet and have lived to see changes which the world has made in the progression of time; and achieving through my various experiences what I believe to be an acute sense of who I am, have made me more enthusiastic about putting pen to paper. Writing with the hope of doing a little more than just entertaining for the purpose of glorification or monetary gain, but rather trying to impel a friend or foe to see through the telescopic vision of their mind something that already exists, but has been overshadowed by the strict mandate that it takes to survive the man made regiment of today's World Order.

So I have engaged myself in trying the art of blogging, and sure enough you the reader is now left with the task of critiquing, of judging my humble performance. My hope is that my trial at this craft may be found tasteful enough to warrant the time you spend adventuring through the maze that I have created in the attempt to engage your mind; for this is the foremost reason that this blogger has decided to test the field of blogging.

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Grateful For Life

On July 22, should I be allowed the privilege of continuing this earthly sojourn, I will be celebrating my 51st anniversary of my Birth Date, giving thanks for this wonderful experience called LIFE.


LIFE to me is everything. Nothing exists without it, and so for every laughter, every smile, every moment of sorrow, every moment of pain, for every experience that my LIFE entails; I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL, GRATEFUL FOR LIFE!


I hold steadfast to the opinion that all LIFE is created and sustained by the magnificence of the Universe, and that the Creator designed it to be this way. I am extremely appreciative of this earthly existence; knowing that my mom was advised to abort this former embryo due to the difficulties she confronted during her pregnancy makes it more so. Therefore I shall forever be indebted to her for her courage and strength. Equipped with the understanding that LIFE is as frail as it is precious I am indeed more joyful to BE— as I am to be alive.


On Wednesday July 22, 1959 amidst all the challenges she had to battle, my mother gave birth to this boy child whom she chose to name Washington Abraham Stevens. Washington and Abraham after the two noted American Presidents; Stevens the Family name, sir name, last name, whichever one is more suited to your likeness or your culture.


At this juncture of my life; having scaled a few great walls, navigated a few minefields, battled a number of monsters, slain a couple dragons and wearing the proven scars – metaphorically speaking of course. I have indeed garnered a much more profound and concrete adoration for this mystic reality called LIFE; and so, empowered with the understanding that had it not been for those saviors, those worthy knights, those agitators, those hero's, men and women of valor who chose death over subjugation during one of the most horrific, barbarous, and inhumane period of this world's so-called civilized era of man's existence on the planet earth; the faith and grace that communed this LIFE into existence would not have been.


So to celebrate my 51st anniversary I intend to celebrate the life of my ancestors; those who kept their eyes upon the prize and challenged the powers, the principalities of their time and made it possible that the atoms of the universe could come together and formulate this LIFE into being. To them I wish to pay honor, tribute, for their sacrifice which made this LIFE possible. To the Creator of the Universe and it's sustaining elements I wish to pay the greatest honor possible which only He/She can merit, and hope that with all the errors that this LIFE'S experience has sustained; that He/She; may find it cool to accept my humble gesture of gratitude

Grateful For Life (the lyrics) 


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