Perspective

By Jermaine Joseph

"Perspectives" is based on the thoughts that exist within the enigmatic mind of its author Jermaine Joseph. "Perspectives" encompasses the thought of businessman and academic, Jermaine Joseph who speaks poetically about emotions, events, and thoughts.

Perspectives is the debut poetry collection of Jermaine Joseph a 38-year-old Educator, philanthropist, businessman, and community role model.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Learning Tree Publishers
• Release date: Apr 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201014179

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Transparency

Transparent, I see through them

Fake personalities that charades as reality

Imposters to true friend ship. 

Sometimes I think we should be the ones

Called snakes, for we spew our venom on

Our brother’s back, we lie in wait like vicious tigers

Anticipating our clandestine attack.

There is no one to trust 

Such has escaped our crystalline personality.

A world of vermin, I am screaming on the inside

But they wouldn’t see

Who would notice, for it is polished with a

Luminous smile

I hide my pain, less they treat it with

Vinegar on a stick

How can reality become so superficial?

Gone are the days when friendship was a

Genuine word

Gone are the days when something could have been told

And kept in confidence, for such to happen now

Would be equated with a perfect coincidence

I am gasping for air in the core of this forested land

For, I have observed wicked men polluting purity With words of discord

You see, what keeps me perplexed, is how my venomous foes

Can masquerade as my allies, but in their hearts lie a tsunami of

Vengefulness. How can people walk around with such hate and not literally

Disintegrate? For such cause I often recoil into my own solitude of hope.

I allow my anger to implode

Lest I be deemed recalcitrant, insubordinate or an entity

That is inimical to progress.

For I am hopeful that one day

Probably when I am bespectacled

People will eventually have a glimpse of life through my spectacles

Then they will be privy to this capsule of hurt and misery that

Plagues my existence, then all will know why it always seemed as though

I was forever in resistance.

By then, God forbid, it would be too late. 

Preparedness

Like a cliché to my ears I can hear his exhortations

a coarse voice transcending the frailty of time:

‘If you train hard you will win easy’

But true to form, he was always right.

I think coaches are god’s philosophers

As I grew up, this cliché seemed not to think divorcing

Its self from my every activity is totally relevant

If I am doing a presentation without adequate preparation

Rest assure it is evident in my posture, facial expression and reservations.

What I have also learned is, a plan is like a compass, it keeps you on course

Until such time as your destination presents its self.

With too much experience, my plan has now become my foresight

For she anticipates my mountains, then, she equips me with the most potent

Ammunition to blast them out of my path, which allows me a wave-less sea

To success.

Christmas

So it’s that time of the year again

A time of sharing and caring, the festive season.

A time when we all choose to show just how much we

Appreciate our loved ones and even the people to whom, through

Our actions, we spelt hate.

For this season, I hope we will all acknowledge his supremacy

And not give in to the cliché of lunacy

The lunacy of commercialization: a situation that has forever imprisoned

Our minds into that of chronic shopaholics: just buying this and that to beautify the interior

And exterior of our homes.

While I am not casting this aside as bad

It’s just that I think it is