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silent rapture

by

Ophelia Callender

Soulful resting
Peaceful existance
Mirrored memories
Love floats by undisturbed.

Essences of mystic dreams
Do you see me inside?
Touch the point of entry
Regard my countenance.

Smiles of pursed lips
Twinkling eyes caressing
Beautiful lithe dancing
Parting waves divine.

Court my gentility
Pass Phallanges over me
Phallusate my contours
Madly enter my energy.
(For Alloy)

birthdays

by

Ophelia Callender

Boldly we wait to see
Impatiently for surprises to be
Rarely, or not we must accept
Though not what we expect, but regret
How then can we be so happy?
During which time we be worry
As we pray for better, feeling sorry
Years come, and go swiftly as a shower
So as to remind us: We have no real power.


Oh Blessed Child

by

Ophelia Callender

One time I did not know that I needed
Then disaster came my way
Robbed me of my freedom
Landed me in a quandry
I quickly excluded myself
Only to be faced with the same ilks
Gladly I shifted to further lands
And so I was bombarded again
The usual old whines, groans, and pains
Later to find it was the fate of my kind.

I allowed myself time for pleasure, maturity
As "Motherhood" had taken it's toll
That being I cared not to delude myself
I want now to live my days in peace
One in harmony with the universe
Calling on "The Most High" who knows me
Where, and how to tread the ways
In the path: Focussing mainly on existence
Through space, time, and moment.


My thoughts of "Barbados."

by

Ophelia Callender

I think of guava trees, and honey bees
The gentle sea breeze, and achees
Tamarinds, goose-berries, and plums
Of golden sunrises, and brassy sunsets.

The elliptical moon in quarters of four
Yellow sands where crabs scuttle about
From North to South the fisherman yells
Get your fresh fish here today.

My meal of flying fish with cou-cou
Pigeon peas, and brown rice
That is cook with care, and spice
That smarts the tongue as you pay later.

Climbing mango trees, as black ants feast
To pass the time with bat, and ball games
"Pick's up" the national sport for kids with rocks
All assembled on back of hand
To show your wit, to toss, flip, and pick up.

Throwing stones at the neighbour's dog
You relax with soursop, mauby, or gingerbeer
And as "Niggeritis steps in you take a rest
The next you know it time to get up, and start again
These are my thoughts of my home "Barbados."


Mote in the Universe

by

Ophelia Callender

Hey: YOU, and ME
We such small creatures
Last in the UNIVERSE
Came at the close of CREATION
How smart we think we are
Yet we are always loss
The smallest of things
Alarm us, and cause us fears.
Hail, mighty, clever, and smart
Words that delude our brains
While in retrospect we are
Net even half of the "CREATOR'S" plan
Why we wonder: Could it be
To remind us that we are mere
Mortals, exploring the UNIVERSE
And causing corruption as we go
In the "MASTER'S" face constantly.
Proving we can do it better ourselves
We gave up 600 years last time.So what?
Now we bio-grade our foods
Splitting the ATOM asunder
Cloning: We can make life too
Hoping to outdo the "CREATOR" Yes?
All that causes pain, and worry: Hey now!
But we will never stop until
The "POWER OF THE MOST HIGH"
Intervenes for the last time
Yet there will be blessings for the chosen
For those who have lived to his words
And survived to see the "MASTER'S face again.


A LOSS RIB

by

Ophelia Callender

They say I am "A LOSS RIB"
From whence I came
For someone's fame
I see no space
Yet always in my face
Made it my business to look
Cause it's in the good book
The many excuses we bear
It is "Women's Work" we hear
The strongest, and laziest in the land
We are so small: They are so grand
The Woman, Mother,Sister we are
But equality for us is still very far
The seeds we must fertilize
The glory is only for his eyes
Sons we bear to meet their scorn
At times we wished were never born
The boy is glorified generations down
The girl's work is as the clown
We entertain, sustain, and maintain
Looking over our shoulders, nothing to gain
And if today they seem to help out
You are the bread winner no doubt
They tell their sons: "Be men now"
But still we are treated like heifer cows
If, and when they become cross
Our courage, and dignity is at a loss
Forget about: "Do unto others" my friend
It's you Black Woman who must always bend
I am sure "The Master" had a purpose plan
That was knocked down, karate by man.


Dear Father

by

Ophelia Callender

Dear Father I am your creation
Or how else would I be here
"Father" I know not who I am
Remove the web from my eyes
Unplug my ears that I might hear
Your voice as you speak to my soul
Guide me for I know not where I go
I am at the crossroads of my life
Be patient with me. You know I will sin
As I was born in sin, and so will stay
But I will try to do my best with your help
Should I feel the urge to stray, remind me
And keep me on the straight, and narrow
I ask you this "Dear Father" for my souls sake.


I WONDER

by

Ophelia Callender

I wonder:
What's he really like behind the mask
As bold as he pretends
Face to face can he in all candor
Hold my stance against his own at least.
Is he as heavy as I feel him
Two hundred plus that he dearly tries to hide
For fear of being cast off.

I wonder:
Does he know that we were before
Even then, and now, things cross our paths
As we both wonder of each other.
That he deludes himself with fantasties of false dreams
Desperately excluding himself from his life's world
And therefore pretends. If he knows that I am not really
Into the things he sees, yet understands the ways
But smiles sometimes when his soul erupts
It clashes with mine. Why he never wants to leave
If only for precious moments, to savor for awhile.

I wonder:
That he wants to delay the time of meeting
Until it's pleasurable, if even to erase one doubt
So I may play his game, that he should know
The many paths that I tread, always in various directions
That causes me to collide with many a soul dear boy.


Sometimes I want to- - -

by

Ophelia Callender

Sometimes I want to - -
And there comes the birds
All hovering around with looking eyes
Give me some please: It is hunger I feel.
All fowls of the air we. All God's creation.

Sometimes I want to - -
But I have almost fogotten
True love plays many games
Causing great pains, and pills to swallow.
Some of use it out of context.

Sometimes I want to - -
As anger comes into play
The evil that man can do when aroused.
Standing by the four corners of life
Pondering East, West, North, or South.

Sometimes I want to - -
Cry from within for all the sorrows of this world
Remembering we let the evil one lead us astray
We are reminded that all have come short:
Therefore we must prepare to meet our judgement.

Sometimes I want to - -
Hold on to life's pleasures, and squeeze
To see the juices spurt into this world.
And watch the seeds of life fall, and grow
If only to reap: to taste the bounteousness.

Sometimes I want to - -
Give my body stripped of it's raiments
Feel the fluid of life surge from within
Listen to the pump thud in my ears
God being always great: We exist in this time.


HONOUR OF WISDOM

by

Ophelia Callender

Here on the lands stood I
Watching time as it passes by
The Earth allows me a path of love
I inhale the various essences thereof
The trees aglow with sounds of aviation
That can be heard throughout the nation
The melodies so fine, and richly tuned
Sweeter than an apple, or say a prune
The winds blow, and tickle me into laughter
As I bow and pick the flowers I am after
All throught the forest I walk, and stop
To observe the animals as they skip, and hop
Oh what pleasure this all can be
That God made this Earth for little old me.


THE MOMENT OF TIME

by

Ophelia Callender

Moments are like a public bus
Traveling from one end to the other
Bodies ascend, and descend at will
The stops of life are varied in time
Fill with anger, disgust, or pleasure
The wants to have, or do not
To control the speed of life's flow
Embrace the nice, and spew the bad
Looking into the eyes of another's soul
Reading what lies within:absorbing
Coming to a conclusion, making decisions
Whether you be right, or wrong
Stand on your ground firmly
You must decide quickly to do, or die
The better to smile, or sneer my friend
Because, you are caught in the moment of time.


Mere Modesty

by

Ophelia Callender

I do not write because I have naught to do
It is inspiration that's passing through
And if by chance I have offended you
And you pretend you do not care
Just remember it was meant for your ear.
I did not ask to perform this chore
It is "The Creator", and he has lots more.
It might not always be in poetry form
But when you see, and hear: you were warned.
An angry soul when left alone will always die
Especially if you feed it lies.
As a mere mortal you do not know the plan:
"The Holy, and Most High" does understand.
You must choose when to be-come
And you must also know when to be-gone.
Take the blessings he has offered, and do give
And be as peaceful, and lovely as you live.


Why must I cry?

by

Ophelia Callender

I must have entered a man before
I feel the might I cannot use
Now in the casing of a woman I strive
To repent for what I do not know
As I ask the question Why must I cry?

My pains through the birth canal
Stayed with me still in fear
To breathe this air of pungent breeze
As if to say: My hungry soul must abide.
The length of time I bore the whip
Of someone's else's ego, proved I was owned
But not even cherished.
My brains struggeled to comprehend the reasons:
Maybe the essence passed on down through time
As my mind go into a daze. I wonder
Why must I cry?

Strip me bare: cleanse my soul
Refurbish my concentration far beyond
Place feathers under my head, let wisdom
Pulsate into my being. Open my eyes clearly
Let me visualize nature. Crossing waters
Go there I into nothing, as I climb the hills of time
Of forgetfulness, always doubting the ways of
My journey: being not myself I know not
What I fear that stands before me, so
Why must I cry?

The evil that blocks my every move
And tries to delude my variants
Which seems deliberate in content
It makes sure I go so far, and no further.
Oh soul of mine, be still for my hearts sake
Eternal Creator of all mankind, and patience
Guard me always as I go through this haze of life
Set me a path whereby I may tread in grace:
Remembering you gave your son's life for me
That I may one day see your face once more
And will never have to cry again.

IN MEMORY OF:
Jason-Alexander-Forbes
Who went home to rest on Dec. 8/2001
We look forward to meeting you again.



WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

by

Ophelia Callender

When you see me, and you stare
As if some strange wind had
Blown me into your path
What are you thinking?

As you flop down next to me
On the bus, or Metro
And rub yourself against
My body for excitement
What are you thinking?

As I walk into a store
And I ask a question, and you
Pretend I am not even there
But your eyes follow me everywhere
What are you thinking?

When you leave your land
And end up in mine the
"Land of Sunshine"
You are outnumbered there
But you enjoy the treatment
That is dished out to the tourist
Then what are you thinking?

When death is staring you
Smack in your face.
As "SATAN" wrecks your body
With great pains
Are you thinking then: that
We are also humans.

Sept. 26/2002.


It's Christmas-time eh?

by

Ophelia Callender

So you notice the snow before
But you know you got to shop
You worry if you fall
And where you spend the day
Who are you celebrating girl/boy
I heard it was Nimrod's birthday
Do you even care: as long as- -
Well I say whatever day it is for you
Enjoy it, it might be your last eh?
I hear the turkeys are small this year
Not enough "Mother's Milk"
Mankind cannot wait for maturity
Rush, rush the world is finally
Coming to an end.

But then you heard that centuries ago eh?
All through the written words, they
Are coming to pass these days
You pretend to be blind to the truth
So sing your carols, pass out your gifts
Decorate your Xmas tree: lights, and all
And with all that great fanfare
Where does God stand in your life?


THE PEE-COCK

by

Ophelia Callender

Our eyes fused across the room
Bells rang in both ears
Attention: I told myself
What a feateous brute
The height of a "TITAN"
And the body of "Hercules"
Who could resist that broad smile
Ivories that gleam in the darkened room.

He glided to me like a tiger
Me the tigress snarled at his approach
He reached, and cuddled me softly
No words were need, none said
Lips upon lips ever so smoothly
As passions aroused to peak
We needed to explore our domains
Our senses told us: wrong place.

We grooved to a rhythm of our own
We needed to come up for air
From the depths of our souls
We held hands, and stayed mute
Only our eyes told of the longing within
We advanced in sync to the open door
And surrey to the balcony
The moon was full, and so was us.

My aspirations of the moment were dull
Along with memories of childhood fears
The wish to take just this once for luck
The wicked side flashed through
GO FOR IT BABY
The words that entered my mind
To touch, explore the bird in the cage
May I see? A Pee-Cock was my reward.


MASSA WHIP

by

Ophelia Callender

Refrain: When "Massa Whip" rip black skin lick, lick
rip power talk merchandise.

Young maidens, bucks
Warm guests beds
On plantations: palled penis's
Busting front, and rear without fear
Evening gifts that suffered in tears
Cries, screamings no-one cares
For all the animals is Massa own.

Mother's womb trembles
As she pray daily for her seeds
Watch, and see them bleed
Words of comfort, all she has to give
"Never mind love: you will live"
Massa no worry, no fret none
Two, and four legged in a book of list
Births, and breeding no time miss.

Young ones to market go, when?
To trade, swap, borrow, and lend
Black skin better not complain
For he knows his life will not remain
Why he suffer so, as he looks up
But no answer come: he hang his head
All he hears: "You come to serve"
Do not let your life be disavow.

Refrain: When "Massa Whip" rip black skin lick
lick rip power exulting on merchandise.

At the door.

by

Ophelia Callender

At the door focus eggshells
Pictures of emphatic lines
Crossing over wonder planes
Waiting for permission
Searching for the essence within
See the languid corpses
Stretched across dejected firs
Laid back to welcome.

CHANGE: AT THE DOOR everyone waits
Waiting for someone to enter the place
AT THE DOOR watching us too
Knock, and go in there is something for you.

At the door the pleasantries
Running with smiles swiftly
That recoil from prying eyes
Watch them stumble in dark corners
And land in stockpiles of wonderment
Wisdom versus beating footsteps
That goes on clop, clop, clop
Never going, and never coming
No ones there to welcome you today.

Me Orphan Child

by

Ophelia Callender

Hey: there inside "Orphan Child"
You had lots more than others
More than real parents could
Give to their own sometimes
The best to eat, drink, and wear
A father that loved, and taught you
All that was possible to know
Therefore why are you crying?

Another side of my existance
Bore the whip as a daily ritual
That collided with my tender flesh
The wants that I should be different
when "The Mother" herself was not sure
To be perfect in everyway: although
No one is perfect man, or woman
I knew not who I should have been
As I pondered for many years
That's why I was crying I say, and
Always with the fear of dying.

Now I am in my doting, and yet
"The Orphan" self has never left me
I have survived by the will of "The Almighty"
His loving hands embraces me always, as
I focus on the light that shines on me now
And although I am treated as if I am no one
Quite often I still ask myself: Who am I?
I hear a soft voice say: I am here
Have no fear, and I feel surrounded
By the great walls of energy, and faith.
Sometimes when I cry, as I often do
It's not the pain I am going through, but of
The memory past, and after I feel refresh knowing
That one day I will cry no more
And death I will never fear again.

A SPECIAL PRAY

by

Ophelia Callender

Dear sweet "Father"
You know us well
Because you made us
As we gather here today
To bid our dear brother
A safe journey
We pray that he is
On his way back to you
"The Creator", and friend.

Look now at his family & friends
We shall all miss his fine ways
His very sense of self, and devotion
His ambitions: whether small, or great
"Dear Father" we know
That you will handle them
My pray is that you hold him
In your arms until I see him again
This I ask in your "MOST HOLY" name.
AMEN.

FOR THE PASSING OF MY BROTHER
CARLTON-THEOPHULUS- CALLENDER.
Who left this earth Mar/2003.

We must share

by

Ophelia Callender

We share the spirits
Of the ones here before us
Where am I? You ask:
Who, what were here first?

You have a pet
He/she knows your words
Yet does not speak them
Do you ponder why?
Come, stay. sit, and fetch.

One spirit knows the other
One will comply with the other
The next will stongly oppose
We as humans were the last in
Therefore we must share.

Season's Come

by

Ophelia Callender

You rise up with the Spring rains
And dwaddle about with
The Summer winds
To fall again like
The Autumn leaves
Birds come, and go:
Take as they please
From sun-up to sun-down
Then the Winter winds
The passing phase
On life's road
These are the SEASONS to come.

Never give up :You

by

Ophelia Callender

Rampant thoughts in the brain.
Some infusion
Some delusion
Blending, and sorting matters
Wonders of conception
Glorious elation
Peace, or peril enters swiftly
Moments of stagnation
Pictures of places elaborate
You want to rush everywhere fast
Smiling: fantasizing
All desires go by with the winds of disharmony
That controls the earth now
Your finger on the pulse: needed
Making crosses across the chest for comfort
Hoping, yet doubting
Therefore: leave it to "The Creator."

LOST IN THE WILDERNESS

by

Ophelia Callender

Lord please listen to me
I really do not know you
Or I would not be lost now.

I know I was born in sin
And shaped in enquity
Please I beg you: show me
Who I am, then the path to go.

Dear Lord lead me through that path
Father of all Mankind, and things
Hear my humble cry: AMEN.

If I were a tree!

by

Ophelia Callender

If I were a tree
What would you be:
Making a plea
So I could see
Your possibility?

I would gaze into your eyes
And feel like I want to die
To ask the question why?
The retort you would comply
If by chance you tell a lie
You may say you were justified.

As I turn, and boldly go
You may see as a foe
But if you had waited a little more
My essence you could have adored
The possibilities the more to explore
But since it was never meant to be
If I were a tree you would pee on me.

LITTLE ENGLAND

by

Ophelia Callender

"Little England" we picture ourselves
Proud of our heritage borrowed
Our lovely island: our leg of mutton
Rum, and sugar bearers of "The Caribbean"
Now we are head of "The Caricom" we import
Lots more than we export.

We now can make style with our many highways
Our "Independent Square", over the bridge
Nelson has to go: what had he done to stay?
We are striving for better, but can we?
Today we celebrate, but we are not sure what
Who are we is still the problem to be solved
Let us now take the time to research our roots.

We from a powerful nation came: land of first seed
Jealousy, and greed divided us cleverly
Lost we are now not knowing how, why, when, or where
Many different trees bearing the same fruit
From the plagues, and mutants games are being played
What are we? This , that, or the other: we must find out
Can you proudly say: I am African, Barbadian born. PEACE!

Now what is dat?

by

Ophelia Callender

You tell me you from Barbados
And that you come from the country
So afterwards you say you are married
And to top it off: you got four children
Now what is dat?

You like to see the Bridgetown gals eh?
They does turn you on: really?
And that's the reason why you does come to town
Every Saturday you find yourself down here
Now what is dat?

You think the girls of today will bother with you?
You want that I must lie, and find you a woman
Boy them can see by your clothes where you from
Don't say that I got bad ways: it's the truth I say
Now what is dat?

You see yourself as cool cat, and without whiskers
And since you cannot even buy 2 sliders, not even on sale
What you thinking about leaving your wife? Ha, ha!
It must be stupid you is: you leaving her to go where
Now what is dat?

You got to know as your friend I will tell you
Don't fool yourself: you are no prize bull
When I look at you again, you aint no prize at all
Stop dreaming in colour: everything looks black to me
Now what do you think about dat?

Birth -Death- Judgement.

by

Ophelia Callender

Being as you became
Incense with the universe
Rough as life is now
Take care not offend "The Creator"
Hasten yourself to find solace.

Days always end to nights
Even as the sky of moonlight
Asserts itsbeams to guide us
Through the cosmic passage
Here we are still oblivious about nature.

Just so as not to forget
Us as humans were the last i8n
Due to time, and perfection
Given the grace to survive
Every spirit in its own realm
Must pass through the stages
Every chance to grasp the true meaning
Not as a riddle to be played
Thus we must be ourselves grateful.

EYES:How they come!

by

Ophelia Callender

Round eyes
They say
What, who, why
Because
Perhaps, maybe
So what then?
Some endless
Perplexity!

Moons of delirium
Pools of loneliness
Fronting a broken heart
Mirrors of memories
Rivers of solitude
Condense focus
Tribal past:
eons of doubt
Around they go
Blond-Blue-Brown
Mysteriously:BLACK.

Ophelia's 1st. Novel
A Biography is online
"POOR OPHIE"
Calle Waterman.

BLOSSOM

by

Ophelia Callender

You were a beautiful tender
BLOSSOM
That bloomed with delight
SMILES
You always pass around
MUSIC
Was your great love: right?
YOUR LIFE!
Went as nature planned it
REST
You are now receiving
YOUR WORKS
Are duly noted through time
SLEEP ON
Although being missed: you are at rest
PEACE!

In memory of BETTY WILLIAMS of MONTREAL, CANADA.

THR-ee as in TRI-nity

by

Ophelia Callender

The UNIVERSE began with three
FATHER- SON- & HOLY-SPIRIT
Then came the ANIMALS of all sorts
MASCULIN- FEMININE- NEUTER
The colours of MANKIND: yet to behold
BLACK- CAUCASIAN-& MUTANT
And as is usually said in my hometown BIM
GOOD- BAD & INDIFFERENT
All these combinations were invented to encourage
PEACE- LOVE & HARMONY
May Peace be always in your coming, and your going
Love yourself first, only then can you truly love another
Harmony comes when you love all, and is at peace.

LOOK: Life is Grand.

by

Ophelia Callender

LOOK: how you show up walking
sit yourself in front me talking
in the park under the sun basking
with your wallet open
counting: making style.
LOOK: at the vast horizon warming
three months of sun if lucky shining
everyone rushing, going where?
nowhere: strangely it seems my people
dying wondering.
LOOK: how you fix your face smiling
she is crazy as hell you are thinking
while the elderly sit out there dreaming
the young at their games playing:
Life is grand.

A LITTLE WHITE FLY.

by

Ophelia Callender

I saw a Little White Fly
A little white fly saw I
It's wings were blue
And it's heart was true
But the Little White Fly must die
There is nothing for it to do
Then came a man: he had a plan
With a tool in hand
No one understood, nor I
Why the poor Little White Fly must die.

The Passions

by

Ophelia Callender

Was a waste of money, and time on my part
Being the worst made story in a long time
There was not much of a story, so to speak
Just someone's 'EROTIc's' brought to bear
Many religious fanatics got caught up in the scheme
The man offered a revised version of the rubbish
We as fools must donate again he expects
TRIPE is tripe anyway you hang it
JESUS came to free the world for such reasons
Like St. John "The Divine" said:
It shall all come to past: we now have JESUS
Do not need TV, or Cinema for that.

Donated to : MILLY- RUBY- KEITH

Peace to you all!

You had Enough

by

Ophelia Callender

My darling RAWLE
I am here as you can see
Because you were the reasons
for some of my better moments
You are the earthly person that has ever
Reached my soul: with your constant smile
Your wit made you a person to love
You took me back to better joys
Your timing, and blend of the music you put together
I am sorry I did not know of your ill health
I wondered why,but death goes faster than life
Now that you have gone on to rest
My true sweet friend I know the angels will greet you
For all the pleasures you have given to one & all
In your life. You were sent for a cause, and you did
What you knew to your best: my prayers go out to you
I know 'The Creator' has you in his hands
"YOU HAD ENOUGH"
Peace and love my friend.

TRIBUTE to:
RAWLE WILLIAMS
A very good friend he was!


SWEET BARBADOS

by

Ophelia Callender

You were seen from afar partly blinded by beared fig trees
You had to be explored, and the aliens landed, and decided
You were what they needed to survive, and you the fruit of
'MOTHER AFRICA'
Would suffice the greed "Black Slaves" did the manual work
INDENTURED SLAVES
Mastered the whip that collided with flesh of sweat from
The noon-day sun, and poured itself down the meek, and lowly
The cattle in better shape were shielded for market purposes
Two and four-legged alike herded
Then came the eruption: the inhabitants arose from their
Stupor to ask 'Why, and when"
Will we be called people of the land we sweated so much for?
The majority with the lest to say!
A man came and through sheer desperation proclaimed:
"All children have a right to an education"
Today "Sweet Barbados" is the most literate in
The Caribbean, and we smile when we hear it
But deep within we can thank "The Almighty God", and our Ancestral dominated genetic set-up and say we have survived
Through the centuries, and have now reached.
November 30th. 1966 we freed ourselves from the bondage of
Take and take!
We must now prove our worth. We must sink, or swim together
No looking back, no blindfolds, but accept the journey ahead
Help each other in every way: your house first, and if time
Be given your neighbour's
Watch for the fox when he is hungry, he shows his teeth
And if you look away, you become his meal my brother/sister
On Nov.30th. let us celebrate
To "The Almighty God"
Who brought us out of the bad lands again, this we needed
And prayed for.

A TRIBUTE TO BARBADOS INDEPENDANCE.
1966.


HUMAN- ROBOTS-HERE!

by

Ophelia Callender

Have you seen some yet?
Getting of, or on the bus
Not sure where, or when they go
Staring into space!
As they walk right up to you
Do you see these signs?
Please do not tell me you are wondering.

Was it not written in the good book
Many centuries ago: my friend?
You treated as a passing phase eh!
Now you must get a grip
Someone buys a car: the speedometer
Reads it can go up to 200 miles an hour
Drivers try to prove it really can
Suddenly around the corner stands a truck
A police car behind you coming wailing
An older person is crossing in the crosswalk
Fear takes hold of you, your hands rush
From the steering wheel to your face
Closing your eyes at the scene you see coming
You know someone is going to die: will it be you?

Hurricane Ophelia eh?

by

Ophelia Callender

Hey GRANNY you chose me a name
Now that's used as a hurricane
And every bad thing is my blame
Why did you not see the shame?
Now I know how Katrina's feel
As most of them had to kneel
And pray with all their zeal to
"The Creator" to heal.

HURRICANE: Ophelia eh?

by

Ophelia Callender

Hey GRANNY you chose me a name
Now it's used for a hurricane
And every bad thing it does is my blame
Why did you not see the shame?
Now I know how the Katrina's feel
As most of them had to kneel
And pray to "The Creator" with all their zeal
Hoping as he always do: is to heal
Now 'Rita' is here, bad as they come
And half the place runs from their homes
Imagine 'The judgement' as we are told must be
With "Ophelia" they say she was
Unpredictable just like me: well all I can say is woopie!
So I came did my stuff, and moved on
So 'GRANNY' you also named me after a Danish Princess
And all I have gotten so far constantly is
"Black" harrassment from far, and wide
But "THE MOST HIGH" lets me survive.