L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

Bobby, the Rastaman

Bobby, the rastaman
Never wait for the I to come,
He waited for his Black Starliners
Nothing more
Bobby, the rastaman
Sang his reggae songs
To veil his mind
From the misery of life,
And all day would read his Bible
And watch the sea
For Marcus Garvey prophecy,
But he never wait for me.

And I wanted to see him one more time
To hold his hand
And march in the hills with him
Bringing rich Maroon lore
Like a bankra to his door.
I wanted to tell my nephew
I am not afraid of his dreadlocks
And that I am proud of him
Wearing the true identity
Of the Nazarite
The Melchizedekkan Black man
But he was waiting for the Blackstarliner
Bobby, the rastaman
Did not wait for me.

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Valerie Bellefleur May 9, 2009 at 6:18 PM I can see Bob in his stripped cap - playing his music - wonderful write.. Thank you for your comment on my poem..

Charmaine Chircop May 2, 2009 at 5:23 AM BOB MARLEY-who couldn't love him,his melodies,his messages with his songs--Bob Marley,TRUELY A KING---BRAVO ---CHARMA

Christopher Higgins May 2, 2009 at 4:39 AM Much respect to the king that brought the island to the rest of the world and made pay attention..his genius was his ability to use words to tell the story of the broken hearted or the oppress..love the Marcus Garvey connection...yuh know seh Garvey still deh bout a duh fi him ting.....a nuff fire bun with dis ya.

Kristin Reynolds May 2, 2009 at 2:09 AM You know I love Bob Marley; he is like sunshine. the minute you put him on...instand smile. he is contagious in love-making. another beauty, my friend , about a true prophet. love and blessings, Kristin

Danielle White May 2, 2009 at 1:38 AM This is really beautiful. I was in Jamaica a couple of times in the 70's. There I discovered Reggae music and heard the actual birth of Rap music-begun by DJ's in Jamaica around this time. We were always told by the locals to not make eye contact with the true Rastafarians, when they occasionally came down from the hills to town. We were a bit intimidated by them. I still listen to Bob Marley. "No woman no cry" is my favorite song of his. I loved this poem, going in my favs. ****Danielle****