All posts by Opal Palmer Adisa

Opal Palmer Adisa is an exceptional writer/theatre director/photographer/gender advocate, nurtured on cane-sap and the oceanic breeze of Jamaica. Writer of poetry and professor, educator and cultural activist, Adisa has lectured and read her work throughout the United States, South Africa, Ghana, Nigeria, Germany, England and Prague, and has performed in Italy and Bosnia. An award-winning poet and prose writer Adisa has twenty four titles to her credit. Most recents are: Pretty Like Jamaica; The Storyteller's Return; Portia Dreams and 100 + Voices for Miss Lou. Other titles include the novel, It Begins With Tears (1997), which Rick Ayers proclaimed as one of the most motivational works for young adults. Love's Promise; 4-Headed Woman; Look a Moko Jumbie; Dance Quadrille and Play Quelbe; Painting Away Regrets; Until Judgement Comes;

Show Appreciation

All too often we go about our day

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to the people who work  hard

to make our daily routine

much easier

the men who pave the roads

so that we are able to get about

with greater easy and speedy

the women who clean our offices

those who ensure that we have electriciy

gas for our car

water to bathe

the countless nameless people

who do what they do

so many of us can move about

with greater easy and convenience

who have you thanked today

for whom have you offered a prayer

whose sweat and blood are

in the house or building that shelters you

who soul is on the pavement on which you tread

All too often

when we think of great monuments

we are in awe of the architect or engineer

but without the workers

those nameless

often thankless masses

who toiled

most with little or no reward

we would not have these

emblems of civilization

so let’s thank

the so-called

small person today

who works tirelessly

so that we can have

the life we enjoy

let’s say thanks

and offer prayers

daily for all of them

and their family

let’s priase our ancestors

for surviving so we

are here today.

Ase

A Tree of Many Names: ALBIZIA LEBBECK

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the fragrant scent

lingers in the air

a whiff of goodness

whenever you’re close

its whitish-yellow flowers

with its numerous long stamen

separate when blown

here in St Croix

this tree is abundant

as in Haiti and many other

tropical regions although

native to New Guinea and

northern Australia

but locals call it

tibet or tipit

disregarding the English names:

lebbek tree,

flea tree

frywood

koko and

woman’s tongue tree

derogatory for sure

the latter name

assigned

based

on the rattle sound

inside the pods

which have six

or a dozen seeds

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an astringent

in some places

they eat the seeds

use it to treat boils

cough even the eyes

and it might very well be

psychoactive

the bark

reduces

inflammation

and looks great

as roof for a shanti

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Sit A While

 

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try making this

a daily practice

sit for a while

and let the wind

take your mind

there is nothing

so important

so urgent

that you can’t afford

30 minutes to let

your mind idle

 

empty all thoughts

and allow the sprouts

of greatness inside you

to find fertile ground

so that a new grafted idea

can spring forth

more lovely and engaging

than heretofore produced

You Decide

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Each day and every moment

you get to decide who and what

you are and what you are willing

to name your experiences and adventures

and they become what you call them

you become and are perceived as the person

you name yourself

who you are and what are are about

is not a popularity contest

you do yourself an injustice

when you play the numbers game

your job is to do you work and think

of one other person with whom

you  can have a positive meaningful

impact and if and when you do

then you’ll have succeeded

you’ll have released an oil well

and your only name is good

now allow that seemingly small triumph

to propel you to more

but remember the more

must always be measured

by the one

if your deeds embolden one person

then there are no limits

continue to work diligently

continue to do good work

that will live after you

and continue to honor

who and what you are

by standing always

in a place of respect…

Honor Thy Self

and all else will follow

You Are There

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All too often our focus is on some nebulous future

we make plans for when we arrive

–meaning have all the money we need

or retire and therefore has leisure to travel and do what we want

or when meet the perfect person…

So much of our life is about when we arrive

when our ships come in

when we win the lottery

when we land the perfect job

or meet that person (fairy god mother)

who with a flick of the wand transforms our lives

from the mundane to some pumpkin

carriage with mice footmen

But there is no better future than now

now and now and now again

all the life you need and want to live

is now

all the joy and perfect job or time

or mate is now with whomever

you find yourself with now you just have

to open your eyes and see and appreciate

what’s in front of you or get going about

changing it now because really there is only now

yes more than likely most of us will wake up tomorrow

and have another day but you will have missed this day

missed the joy you could have had

missed the love you could have had

missed the perfect work experience

if you just shift your focus slightly and accept

where you are now and say this is a great good day

This now attitude does not prevent you from seeking more

but until the more you want show up

don’t miss out on the more you have

it is really better than you think

you just have to see/accept and be thankful

then the more you want will be ever present

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When Love is Right

While almost everyone will readily agree that love is better than hate, and that they seek love in their life, many, I suspect, are not yet willing to do the work to receive the love that is awaiting them and then work to sustain it.

Love is neither about one’s height or the color of one’s eye, yet those are often the first superficial things high on our list.

Love is neither fickle nor surface.

Love is as love does, endures, builds, sustains, glorifies.

Those who have experienced love know that is no different that a gentle breeze that fans your body, or the moon whose glow solicits a smile from you, or a tree in bloom whose flowers inspires.

The best definition of love is you loving you so that someone else can love you, without judgment, without fear, without hoping or wishing you were someone else. Love is its own mirror…DSC03259

Gregarious Poui

 

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with this one

butter-colored trumpets

scream out to be seen

the bees and hummingbirds

hear and peck and flit

 

somewhere about the mid

19th century

the name was first recorded

in Trinidad

still today the islanders

gather in the savannah

sitting on the pink or yellow flowers

its soft and spongy wood

is used for floats        razor straps

even the inner soles of shoes

students

it is believed

fall in love

when the blossoms

litter the campus ground

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MS BOUGAINVILLEA SPREADS LOVE

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thorny

but so ravishingly beautiful

she is deemed ornamental

south American by birth

she is known and can be found

almost world wide

with long spiky legs and arms

she scrambles over all others

especially when life

feels a little dry

she spreads opens her arms

and her ruffled dress

clusters of three and six bract

dazzles your eyes with colors

purple                        magenta         pink

read    orange            white yellow

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you know her

but she has many names

in Guam where she is official

they call her Puti Tai Nobiu

Bugambilia in Mexico

Napoleón in Honduras

Veranera in Columbia & Nicaragua

Trinitaria in Cuba and Puerto Rico

Santa Rita in Brazil

and Papelillo in Peru

don’t judge her

these are not aliases

nor is she a flounce

confident and big-hearted

she spreads her love

freely

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COCONUT- ALL in ON

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when i was s child

you were never a dwarf

always grew to 98 feet

i was sure you were

god’s neighbor

and the men who climbed you

–a task i never achieved–

were angels swaying in the wind

to bring down your nuts

which i savored

rum and coconut water

was my father’s choice drink

i drank you straight from the hush

without a straw so that some of your juice

inevitably dribbled down my chin

onto my clothes tattooing me

a coconut drinker

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the botanists say you

are not really a fruit

rather a drupe

with your three layers

exocarp mesocarp and endocarp

your coir was once stuffed

into mattresses and almost

every part of you during

ever phase of your life is used

my grandfather carried your

hard flesh around in his handkerchief

and chewed on you throughout the day

my mother would grate your dry nut

with your three eyes showing

and make her own cooking oil

on saturdays she baked

coconut drops — your hard meat

cut into small pieces, mixed with sugar and ginger

a favorite candy among many children

on sunday you would be grated and juiced

your milk sweetened our rice and peas

brian puts your medium jelly in his green salad

he sandwiches your dry oily flesh

with dried mango and banana into

a fruit sandwich

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your childhood is brief

six to ten years

then you begin to propagate

producing as little as 30 and as many

as 75 children yearly for about  twenty years

clearly you don’t believe in birth control

and perhaps that is because you’re

monoecious and cross-pollinate

although the female flower is larger

they claim you appearance

was first introduced by sinbad the sailor

who in one thousand and one nights bought

and sold you suggesting you are

originally from Malayalam

but the controversy continues

between those who believe

you originated in the Americas

but no matter

we claim you in the Caribbean

nobody kyan tell we

yu nu one a we

 

coconut man is coming out

and everyday you can hear

him shout:

get your coconut water

it is good for your daughter

make you strong like a lion

gives you iron…”

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Dual Season

It is Fall here in St Croix

and Spring too

The guinep tree’s blossoms are being blown

by the wiry wind

The almond tree’s leaves are covering the ground

The mahogany tree pods are dropping

and busting draping the ground

with its wet brown leaves

that crunch and can cause you to slip

if you are in a haste

if you are being mindless

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I’m always surprised what others fail to see here

two continentals at the adjacent dinner table

talking loud as if to the entire restaurant

lamenting about the lack of season

here and I think

if only they could see beyond

the narrow definition of

spring summer autumn winter

the caribbean has all these seasons

not in the drastic change of temperature

but just open your eyes

and look around and enjoy this fall season

and all these leaves that cover the ground