Buxton Shippy was born in 1955 in Montego Bay, Jamaica. He was raised by his grandmother (Hepseba Richards) and his aunt (Rosalyn Hughes) after his grandmother died in 1962.
He attended Albert Town Secondary School and Montego Bay Technical Institute. After graduating from technical school he went to Kingston, Jamaica, where he worked as a Draftsman for seven years. While he ... more »
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Buxton Shippy Poems
A Silent Place
The lights bend As a single person approaches The sparsely furnished hallway As if they felt him.
Would Jesus Like This?
If you are in pain, Let me say a prayer, Then take you to a healer. If you are hungry,
Every day, afternoon, The priests lead a procession From the alter to the end of the nave To minister to the saints the Good News;
When All Things Fail
When all things fail, undecipherable, Read the scriptures, Strength there you'll find. Master of hills,
In the midst of terror Dry bones sing Earth vomits Innocent blood shed
Before Twilight Dawns
He lays in repose With a Purple Heart Fought gallantly Without a purpose
The storm, fierce and unrelenting Still He slept in the midst of its rage. Terrified, they begged Him: He spoke and the storm obeyed.
Don't let the pen lay idle Where innocent blood shed; Where there are starving Children to be fed.
If I Were A Rose
A single rose buds in total darkness, Rises above despondency. If I were a rose, I would be a prayer for the hurting;
Come My Savior Come
Everywhere I look I see you and me The poor; Easy to praise
Political warriors kill Without a touch With weapons of fear,
Bewildered and devoured by a sea of circumstances. My mind throttled, braced today
Beyond The Grave
They stumbled over each other to reach the only exit from the dark and putrid room. Here they had been confined
A Spiritual Encounter
He became acquainted with the spirit at an after-party; the disc jockey changed
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A Silent Place
The lights bend
As a single person approaches
The sparsely furnished hallway
As if they felt him.
The corridors are filled
With a deafening silence,
Before they knelt to pray.
And the suspended linens
Sway with a gentle wind
As the bell tells time
With its ceremonial ringing.
A brother, with a food cart,
Moved from cell to cell
And slip the daily rations
Through the windows
Set in the paneled doors.
They are not seen.
They are not heard.
They are situated
In a silent place.