LOOK WHAT THEY HAVE DONE Good morning St. Lucia, how are you? Yes, I am your native son, still collect-ing statistics in a would-be undeveloped St. Lucia, however, the crime rate has not lagged, ask yourself why, it’s a combination of bad management, bad ideas, bad debts, and sticky fingers.Unreliableandthugsgoinghousetohouse deceivingthesonsanddaughtersandselling themabillofinaccuratedatawiththeirbull shittalk,askwhatorwheretheIslandrank intheHumanDevelopmentIndex,inthe GrossNationalIncomepercapita,povertyisnotjustmainlyruralbutrampant,itshowswhenyou arevictimizedbygreedyhungryneighbors,theformaljobsaregiventooutsiderswhileyournative-bornanswertothemyesSir,ofcourse,someliveinextremepoverty,toashametocomeforward and be counted.Idoubtif50%oftheIslandchildrenattendschool,whichisthewealthofanationtostandtalland becounted,andifthosewhoattendwouldtheyevenmakeittothirdgrade,Isaythattoinvoke your consent and God willing you will take back your Island from the degradation it's heading.St.LuciamynativeSt.Lucia,whatisyourliteracyrateatpresentrankingintheCaribbean DevelopingCountries,mothersandfathershowisyourlifeexpectancy,whatisthemortality because of malnourishment do your children die before reaching their first birthday probably.Yetyouboastofbeingintellectualswithmoralsanddecencyyouevenwanttogovernmypeople, fancying yourself adequately qualified. Youwhoarecapablegetinvolvedinacountrywhereabout50%ofchildrendon’tattendschool, youcanhelpmakeadifference,educationcantransformcommunitiesforjustice,yesyoucanmake adifferenceyoucanchangesomeone’slifethroughcaringandsupport,don’tletyourcharitable spiritdiminishtherearealsomanyotherwaysyoucanhelp,notthroughgreedandpompouspride, not through name calling and embezzlement, certainly not through trickly.IdoubtifbeautifulSt.Luciawillorcanmakeitthrough2023,duetotheconstantborrowingfrom theworldbank,fromthebank,andintothepocketsofthepowersbe,nowondertheyallwanttobe PrimeMinistersandsoforth,thereisill-gottenwealthtobegain,mayJehovahinterveneandshut the door on those infidels and junkyard dogs.St.LuciamySt.Lucia,thepitonsarewelcomingvisitorstoyourshores,theSulpherSpringsare refreshingtheirspirit,andthelushclimateandinvitingbeachesnottomentionthedeliciousfood arepartofyourgod-givenwealth,goaheadandsharewithyourneighborsnotonlytothevisitorsit is yours and theirs also.Onceuponatimethosewereourhiddengems,butnowtheyarecaptivatedandsoldtoforeign nationalsforameretrinketbecausewehavebecomeanationofbeggars,allbecauseofafewbad-mindednastythugswecallourleaders,in2023youneedachange,stopbeingabeggarandgrab hold of the wheel stir your Island to greatness.Editorial
Crying over St.
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poem by Kenvil AtkinsBEULAH LAND By Kenvil Atkins BEULAH LAND Oh beautiful St. Lucia Island in the sun I did not leave because I hated thee You are dear to me like a cup of cool Clearwater But the pioneer spirit would not let me be It's in ... Read moreDARK SHADOWS.It came upon a midnight clear, that Christmas feeling, I recalled that magical month of December growing up as a little boy in the parish of Micoud, oh Micoud you who have kept the seat of power since the ruling of John Compton that land pirate, not much good came out of him, but he never begs to disgrace his homeland, he did little for the people who place him in power, and after he came worse scavengers, Micoud was left in the stone ages, left for ruins, a depilated slaughterhouse and the stinking drain that bouquet the air inside the village, say three cheers to the bastards that use my people good generosity and blind faith. Continue readingLIFE HAPPENS DON’T SLEEP IT OFFGetreadytobeamazinglysurprisedIpickupalittle novelcalled“COLIBRI’ILLUSIONS”fullofthegusto thatwouldmoveyoutolaughter,fright,tears,and muchmoreifthereissuchathing.FolksIhappento stumbleuponthisnovel,writtenbyKENVIL ATKINS,ofcourse,Ihadneverheardofhimbutthe coverofthebookcaughtmyattentionandIventure to peek inside for a look-see.Well,folksfromthetimeIreadtheintroductionof thebooktothemomentIwasaskedtobuythebook ifIwantedtocontinuereadingtherest,Ijustcould notstopyesIboughtitforameremislayof$15.00or thekindleversionfor$5.00,Idaresaythatturnout tobeagreatbuy.IUwilldonatethislittlenoveltomy grandson's little emit.ShouldItellyouthestoryorareyounowintriguedto pickupacopyofyourown,wellifsoIwillnotspoilit foryou,butIjustwanttoputinthelastwordlookoutforPeabodytheclown,andhappyreading all.Rex Allan Jr.
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UNVEILING TIME WITH POETRY OASIS:Its unveiling time, it may not be your favorite poem yet, but wait a little longer and let it grow on you, just follow these five simple steps and watch those poems transform you into an addict you can't wait to have enough, yes it’s the spellbinding words of the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis at work. 1.Read Poetry Oasis poems slowly and admire the lyrics to see how they harmonize and captivate your mind.2.Position yourself in front of your favorite fireplace, you want to catch every single word, and allow it to decompress and captivate your thoughts I recommend that3.Carefully shut out all other thoughts from your mind, it is poisonous if mixed so keep your mind clear when you start reading.4.Even more carefully cut any background music, that may distract you, then step back and watch your intellectual growth.5.Last but not least allow my poems to fully decompress your mind and sleep like a baby. You are now tuned to Poetry Oasis.WHAT IS THUMB PRINT OF POETRY OASISI hope to create a new mode of thought in the spirit of poetry after all people's reason for wanting a definition is to place the poems in a borderline case, causing a definition but that will not do for Poetry Oasis if you ask me why my answer to you is in truth my words seems to embody poetry, on the contrary, I have not classified this kind of poems in any class of definition hence it is an exception that could be either or neither but will always remain unique.Poetry or Prose you make the call after reading any of my poetry books. the poem Natural Mystic
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My philosophy About PoetryPoetryOasisismyloveforpoetryandthesatisfaction,itgivesmewhenIreadagoodpoem,my heroeshavebeenfewinthepoetrycircle,poetssuchasHenryWadsworthLongfellow,AlfredLord Tennyson,andRobertLouisStevensonareamongmypoetryheroes,inmyseriesofbooksstrength andvigilancepoetryafterreadingsomeofmypoemsjustmaybeItoowillbecomeoneofyour favorite poets thank you, and think about it.DearreaderyoutoomaywanttotakeupwritingIencourageyoutodosowithanironwill, satisfactionisaguaranteewhenyouarereadingyourbookofpoetry,orsomeonereadingyourown wordsadecadelater,Youwillberememberedlongafteryouaregone,happyreadingfellowpoets! Kenvil Atkins Lewis (poet) Reflecting on The positive things in your life & Rejoice! Meet Kenvil Atkins LewisAsmorepeopleturntopoetry,itisonlywiththesupportofindividualcontributorslikeyouthat Kenvil’sPoetrythepoetKenvilGAtkinsLewiswillbeabletoproducefreeandfar-reaching publicationsthatchampionpoetryandencouragethereadingandteachingofpoetry,makingita partofourleisurereadinghour,nowisthetimetoaddKenvil’sbooksofpoetrytoyourhome library and community library.
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Neuva Says:Has the fat lady sung her last song?GreetingsfolksIamgladyoudropby,whetheritwasplannedor accidentalitisjustfinewithme,onthiswebsiteyouonlygetto readthingsofpositivevibrations,likesomethingdeartomy heart,thedegradationofaonceprominentIsland,therewasa timenotsolongago,youcouldfishneartheshoreline,believeit ornot,redandbluecrabsusetorunwildmakingtheirwayto thebeach,mangofruittreesweregrownallalongtheroadside,wasreadilyavailabletoallnorestriction,Juliemangoes included.Likeeverythingelsethatisnowalmostgoneoutofexistence,do youeveraskyourselfwhy?Ofcoursenot,youjusttakeitfor grantedandjotitdownasasignofthetimes,letmetellyouthatyouarewrongifyouthinkthat way,thinkingthatwayhasconsequenceswithoutmeasure,casingpointtheincomingforeigners have fenced you out and that is just the tip of the iceberg.LookaroundyoumyfellowSt.Lucians,thereissomethingradicallywronghere,doyouseeany skilledmigrantscomingforwardtohouseyourhospitals?Ohyeah,that'srightyoudon’thaveany hospital, the money is now in the pockets of those you trust to govern over you.Ohwellletmetellyouitshouldnoteverbenotkaysera,serayoushouldputyourrightfoot forwardandjamitinthedoorway,yourleadershavefailedyou,stolenfromyou,andleftyoufor ruin,buttheyhavenotfinishdiminishingyourresources,soonanothersetofdo-gooderswillcome up for their share I guaranteed you wait and see.Whoamongyouhasthegutstochallengethesystemstandupandbecounted,asItraveltowards thetwilightofmyagemyheartbleedsforaonceprominentpeopleofcharacter,wheneveryone hadequalrightsandjustice,ifyouthinkyouarebeingvictimizednowjusttarryalittlewhilefor the new system will send you one way trip to the gallows.Slowdownyouaremovingtoofast,relaxlongenoughtoponder,andthinkofwhereyounow stand,nowtrytorememberadecadeagobeforeindependence,loyalSt.Luciahadnodebthanging overit,agooddaycatchputmoneyinthefishermen’spocket,thesweetgrass-fedyouranimalsthe slaughterhouse was full, vegetables were abundant and the market place was booming.Wehadnodebts,wedidnotowetheWorldBank,noloansfromtheTaiwanesegovernment,and nopanhandlingyepwewerenotanationofbeggars,andthenblindlywithournoseswewereledto thepasturetobeanationofbeggars.Itcouldbesaidfortheinfidelswhofilltheirpocketswith your resources, yes shame on them. Now it is much too late and the fat lady has sung her last song.Editorial poems
WHISKY
HEAVEN
FOR ME
What the poet says
I wrote this poem for a spe-cial reason, my brother the song writer thought that he could turn one of my poems into a hit song, so one night not too long ago i wrote this for him, I name this poem WHISKY HEAVEN FOR ME
ST. LUCIA
YOU
NEED A
change
Igettothinkingthat somedaysomeonewhois borninSt.Luciawill elevateandchasethose radicalmisfitsoutofthe Island,mindyouthey nowhaveasecuredento hidein,andregardlessof howdeeptheygo,the powerofpreventioncan stopthem.Theyarelikerodentswhowhentheirpopulationincreasesshowupeverywhere,bigtalk andsmall-mindedpeople,livingonyourIslandresourcesofsunsand,andseawater,nothing wrongwithourvisitorstofairHelenbuthowlongdoyouthinktheywilllastwiththelevelofcrime beingcommitted,andnotonanaveragebasisthosethugsspendtheirworthlesshoursthinking about another killing, yet another suffering parent.Bringbackcapitalpunishment,IamremindedofthehangingofFookSal,allstoodupandtake notice,andadisciplinaryperiodfollowedthereafter,weneedtoifyouarefoundguiltyyour sentenceshouldbeswiftwithagoodold-fashionedhanging,ifyoudothecrimethenyoucantake thepunishment,thekillingswillneverstopiftheonedoingthekillinghasmorerightsthanthe victim,waistingthecourtsprecioustimedeliberatingwhencaughtintheact,whiletheother victims mourn theirs loses.Tothehonestanddecentlaw-abidingcitizenofSt.Lucia,yourIslandistoosmalltoaccommodate ajailhouseofdesperatecriminals,Isaytheyhaveforfeitedtheirrightstosocietyasawhole,why areyouexposingtheircrimeasifitisabeautifulbouquet,youputthemonTV,andflashtheir blasted faces in your newspapers all for a buck or two, why interview such rodents.GoodnessgraciousfortheloveofGoddosomething,saysomethingoutloud,notwhenpeople's backsareturned,Iknowyoutoowellmypeople,youhavealottosaywhenthebacksareturnedlet metellyouthisattitudeisacoward’sandhelplessstateofmind.Youonlyliveonceinacountry without laws or with laws but not taken seriously is sure to fall into corruption.Makingabigdealjustbecauseyouplaceawomanatthehelmdoesnotstopcrime,womenarefar superiortomostmen,butworkingwithinthecorruptsystemisarecipeforfailure,sosorrymost thingshavetochange,getbacktotheconferencetablesomethingyoudosowell,onlythistime expressnewideas,borrowapagefromtheRomanEmperorrulewithstrengthandpurpose.Ihave yet to read up on something positive regarding my beloved Island that was not stressful.Everylittlepromotionmadetothepeopleissuchabigdeal,everylittlegiftgiventothepeopleis blownoutofproportionandthepeoplerejoice.Pleasefixthebrokenwheelbeforeyouloaditwith the manure of all kinds, we need a change for the better.Editorial
WHISKY HEAVEN FOR MEWould be song lyricsThis beer is not feeling me because the whiskey isn’t cutting it anymore Loud music Smokey joint blurred vision give me tempo bass and drums Sunday morning coming down the sun is up praying for a drop of wine Today the next followed by the smell of hay don’t you worry I’ll be they I was carried up to hilly Billy heaven last night and heard the angel's lullaby Dried up like a summer breeze the whiskey isn’t cutting it no moreI know knot what for Guitar strings hanging on the celling midnight whistle of a rumbling train I guessBattered with cuts and bruises I ‘am a mess the jailer man shove me to my rest Stuck up here in prison don’t know what I’ve done want to go back home can I pass the testThe echo of a canyon past my back door dangling shackles on my back Still, Sunday morning coming down whiskey breathe a slow red death Yet the beer is not filling me because there ain't anymore whiskey no darn more