What You Mean To Me
By Air Blaq

Let me tell you what you mean to me …
EVERYTHING, & know this air is what seem to be keeping me alive,
But don’t believe it, it’s a lie
What keeps me going on is what I see up in your eyes.
Will, trust, encouragement, and Love!
Only if I had the time to list all of the above.
Yepp’ you test me, but yet respect me,
So how do men expect me ….
To ever go and leave you?

Life is like a box of chocolates
But my girl is sweeter.

You’re like the happiness in Christmas,
The sweetness that’s in Easter,
The prettiness in autumn or the life which is in either!
They say that love is worth a shot?
Well I say that it’s plain worth it!
And I know that we ain’t perfect,
But I’m not “soldier boy”
I prefer to kiss in person.

I might not win this contest and I know it, but best of luck to all of you ….
I mean all of you poets ….
I had these thoughts on my mind...
Well, my heart and I just wanted to show it.
By all means to speak it, oh yeah!
I love you and that is what you mean to me.

Waited
By Jg (Jordan Guilford)

Together we’ve loved, last together we’ve grown
Between us we’ve dropped deep verses
the world has never known
I stayed up on the phone
Though most times you bore me
Behind jobs, jokes and disses
I know you adore me

I know we’re kindred spirits
When I read your lyrics
And I know how angels sound
When you read them aloud
I can’t resist doing you a favour
So I just say “I’d love too”
And when you smile and hug me
I wanna blurt out “I love you”
But I can’t, my lips are sealed
And for one more day
My feelings concealed

Fear of love fear of loss
Feelings that stress me
Like while you’re out at college,
Will you somehow forget me?
Yeah I wanna be more than friends
But if our romance failed
Would our friendship end?
I often wonder if you feel the same
And if so, love
We are both to blame
And if the world ended tomorrow
You would not know my sorrow
At never telling you …
I love you.

A Love Letter to my Island
By Anandi Carroll-Woolery

My friend and I were hangin out
Just shooting the breeze
Dude start to bad-talk my island
With such boldfaceness if you please

Now I know I live in Canada
But me blood fly up in me head
My island is not perfect but ah love it too bad
And thus, to defend, this is what I said.

My island have real beaches
With seas that are blue and sands that are white
Your land have wind and snow
Accompanied with wicked frost bite

My land have mouth watering
Pelau, chicken roti and rum
Your land have chips and poutine
And whoop-de-doo gum.

My island have warm sun
All year round without disruption
Your land have seasons like winter
More winter, still winter, followed by construction.

I had to be fair to my friend
And I let him tell his side
How his land was better
But I was ready, full of pride

Your land has the best health care and transportation
Reliable and always on time
But in my land when we running late
We have more chance to ‘lime’.

Your land has convenient fast food
Like McDonalds, Wendy’s and Burger King
But in my land, we prefer
A patty, a coco bread and a blockle of Ting

Your land is rich and wealthy
Just rollin’ in the cash
But green can’t beat the orange
Of a dusky evening Caribbean sunsplash.

Ah felt sorry for the fella
And let him off the hook that day
We shook hands, and planned a rematch
For next year, at Maracas Bay.