Biography of Buxton Shippy
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 was living in Kingston he attended the Jamaica School of Drama (now Edna Manley College of the Performing Arts) for three years. It was during this time that the group Poets in Unity was formed. Buxton joined the group and performed solo and collectively on radio and in other settings.
In 1984 he migrated to the United States to study architecture. He earned a Bachelor of Architecture degree from Boston Architectural College.
He worked as an Architectural Designer for Deck House Incorporated for fourteen years and for Hezekiah Pratt and Associates for five years. He is now Principal at Buxton Lloyd Shippy + Associates.
Buxton is married to Phyllis Ann Wilson and has three children: Buxton II, Phylicia and Phebe.
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,
Don't let the pen lay idle Where innocent blood shed; Where there are starving Children to be fed.
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;
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;
A Solid Black
I am a solid black The mystery ridiculed And misunderstood On the pages.
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.
Come My Savior Come
Everywhere I look I see you and me The poor; Easy to praise
When All Things Fail
When all things fail, undecipherable, Read the scriptures, Strength there you'll find. Master of hills,
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
All The Way
Mind racing towards the end
Uncontrolled life edging
Pray to the Deity
The people wailing
It is a threatening day
A life of constraint