Heavenly Father

Heavenly father, lift me up

When I’m down on my knees

Hear my cry, to you dear lord

Life is a test, the challenges are many

And I am weak

But you are the refuge

Of which I seek

While many

Cannot find a reason

Help me to bear fruit

In my season

Help me to withstand

Life`s stormy weather

With faith in you

I know it will get better

Heavenly father

Hear me when I pray

Give a listening ear

To what your humble servant

Has to say

 © Leon Pryce

     Excerpt from the book “Immortalized Through Poetry”

     Visit my author page at: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/leon-pryce-.html

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What Do You Remember?

(In commemoration of the Coral Gardens massacre)

I bet you remember

The birth and death

Of Jesus Christ.

But tell me

Do you remember how

They crucified Rastafari?

I bet you remember

The holidays and holy days

Of the pagan fiesta.

But tell me

Do you remember how they

Tried to eradicate Rasta?

I bet you remember

The months and days of the

Roman calendar.

But tell me, do you remember

The year in which they

Were slaughtering Rasta?

We’ve had many rulers:

governments and prime ministers.

But do you know who

Was fighting against the existence

Of the Rastafari followers?

Your past is your history

What you don`t know is mystery.

But whether baldhead or Rasta

We are all part of a larger family.

The love of Jah has no division

He offers salvation to each

And everyone.

But why is it that we fail

To accept each other.

Tell me, what do you remember?

Do not let ignorance and shame

Hang over your shoulders,

It is time to learn about the life

Of our elders.

Walk with us through

The traditions

Of our forefathers

And teach us the truth about

Our culture

So that we may be able

To tell others

What we remember

© Leon Pryce

Excerpt from my book “Immortalized Through Poetry”

Visit my author page at: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/leon-pryce-.html

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New Poetry Book Coming Soon

cover of my new book entitled "Immortalized Through Poetry."

Today is not a day for writing poetry but a day to let you know what`s been happening with me.

As I sit down to write this piece, I reflect on my life and what poetry means for me. I realized that each day I live; I am one day closer to my destiny, wherever it may be. I have more poetry to write and more love to share with the world and I will not let sickness, poverty and depression steal my joy and my motivation.

Leon Pryce wishes to thank you all for your love and support on my poetic journey through life. I have written a poetry book and it has been sitting on my table for the longest time; and I know that my fans have been dying to get a hold of it. Well until I get some financial backing then I will not be able to print any hard copy, nevertheless I am working hard on the manuscript so that I can put it up online.

I know that my poems have touched many lives out there and while life goes on then I will have to continue live on. What I have to give is all that I’m able to give, and that is love and poetry.

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Poverty

poverty stricken people living on the streets

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor

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Gun

I don`t need a gun
To make me have fun
It is Jah himself who keeps my life
so I don`t need a gun to
Stay alive

Don`t bring it to me
Keep it away from my family
Don`t even mention attention
Because I don`t need a gun
To be a man

You come with lies
Pretend as if you don`t hear
All those families’ cries
Don`t you see the tears
in those children`s eyes
Don`t you feel the pain
You are heading down
A dark lane
and the life you live
will just be in vain

You are murderer
You are a monster
you are a robber
you are a destroyer
you are a predator
what else so demeaning
Can I use
to describe someone with
No regard for life
for family and children
Husband and wife


I dear not grow weary
when I ask Jehovah
to guide me
For I know not when
I`ll stumble upon
The hand with a mind to terminate me

This tool
This machine
This material that is
Driving our society crazy

I want nothing to do with it
I want no one to associate with me
If you are familiar in any way with it
For I don`t need it
I don`t want it
My life is better off without
A gun

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Strange

I found it very strange

That you are still here

Didn`t you say you were leaving?

You better be gone by now

Because your sight is becoming very disgusting

I found it very strange

That you of all people

Would wish to remain for another minute

Even though I accept responsibility for everything

Although I knew you are the culprit

You`re a murderer

You are guilty

But you kept pretending

Is that all you can do

Try to be innocent

I found it very strange

That you are smiling

You should be

Somewhere else

Where your show

Is much more entertaining

Please leave my life

Leave my home

Leave my presence

I found it very strange

You want to hang on

Loosen your hold

Of my broken heart

Separate your spirit

From my soul

Leave me to bear the heat

Because you are Too cold

This feeling is horrible

I found it very strange

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Aren`t You Women?

Aren`t you women

Weren`t you loved and

Cared for by those you called family

How dare they be grieved?

How dare they ask you

To leave?

To not be a part of

This society, your family

You have every right

Like most of us do

How dare they treat you

The way they do

You are a mother, a sister

The mistress of a mister

You are the root of a tree

You were given lives

So you may give life

So who dare interfere with

God`s flow of life

You are strong

Your strength is

uncontestable

You are smart

But they say you are not sociable

Aren`t you humans?

And if they treat you

Like animals

Aren`t we all God`s creatures

You look sad

But tears is a language

God understands

So clear your eyes

Of the tears

Throw them on the ground

Throw them at the dehumanizers

Throw them here, there

And everywhere

Some day you will find peace, so be strong

Because it won`t be long

They will want to smile

With you

They will want to hug you, touch you

And know who you are

But pity their feeble minds

If they don`t remember

That you were that little girl, that woman

One who was never cared for, loved

Or accepted to be a part of

A family

In their neglectful society

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What If Life Was A Dream

I never wanted to open

My eyes

To this cruel world of reality

Because every time

I’m awake

I felt like something has been stolen from me

Going to sleep each night

Is like going on an adventure

Like surfing the

World Wide Web

And nothing is censored

What if life was a dream?

What if you could live

That one blissful moment forever

What if the happiness

And the joy

Never cease to exist

Then you could live your life

Just as if you were sleeping

Last night

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My Life

I`d like to tell you my story

If you don`t mind

I won`t charge you a dollar

Or ask you for a coin

I`d like to tell you

How much I’ve been blind

Failing to see opportunities

From time to time

I`d like to share with you

My life of regrets

Wishing I could go back

And rearrange certain aspects

There is never a time

I don`t feel alone

Under-achieving and overgrown

My regular glance at the past

Caused me to lose focus

Of a future that is

Soon to pass

Who am I?

I often ask myself

Afraid to look in the mirror

Or I might see

Someone else

I looked for a change

But what should I expect

When the wheels of my life

Are running retrospect

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Baby Mother

She needs a baby to be

A mother

She has a baby

But she is not a mother

She cares and she loves

But one who is not her own

She ignores

The responsibility

And has not what it takes

To nurture her own

She has life she wishes

To share

But she has been lonely

For too long

She gave life to another

Then sever her ties altogether

You loved another

Another has no love for

The other

A baby needs a mother

A mother has no baby

I Was A Tree

I was a tree without leaves

I bear no fruit

Struggling from a youth

Searching for the truth

The ground was hallow

I had no roots

Neither was there any route

That could lead me

To the truth

I suffered and toiled

For some fresh clean soil

I felt separated from

My environment

Like water and oil

Nobody knew me

They pass me everyday

Standing in the wind

Side to side I sway

I watched them tasted of other`s fruit

In which they found delight

But I knew deep down that

 I would blossom

When the time is right

Within me was a heart

That never dies

With hope and a firm belief

I persevered through

life`s fight

It was a day when

No one was here

Someone transplanted me

In a different atmosphere

I felt as though I was growing all over

The burden of life was lifted from my shoulder

It was my season

And it shows

As old leaves fade away

Fresh, bright, green ones started to grow

To their amazement

They looked up at me

With awe

The sight of my fruitfulness strained their eyes

And a longing for my taste

Erupted in their stomach

Surprise and mystery filled their minds

And they wondered from whence

Came a tree of my kind

But it was I who was always standing here

I was the one you showed no care

But now all my despair

Have been repaired

Sufferer

I was born a sufferer

I suffer for the basic things of life

That many take for granted

I suffer for food, clothing and shelter

I suffer for love, life

And the hope that things

Will be better

I`m a sufferer

I’m hungry and poor

I need help but I’m ignored

I called to you every day

That passed me by

With my saliva drenched mouth

And my tearful eyes

Sufferer, yes, I’m a sufferer

Some say tearful eyes

But I can`t taste it

Because it`s been too long since

I ate a meal

tearful eyes

These streets

I tread looking for bread

I was born a sufferer

I will have to suffer

Till I’m dead

Poverty

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

 I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor