David Smalling Poet Lay

Montego Bay Memories

I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea

Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams, but could not name the prize
Poicianna blossoms falling
Poincianna blossoms falling

Youth then, the sweatless memory
Montego Bay, our boyhood bright city
And dusty feet, from street to street
Where at compassions edge we eat
Behold us now bleating with love
Behold us now bleating with love

And, O, I shall come back again
Perhaps to seek, and long for friends in vain
Pyaba and his dancers gone
But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn
And withers in the noon day heat
And withers in the noon day heat

I long to climb the coral cliff
I feel the kites excited as they lift
The cares of our hearts skyward, free
Like parasails now o'er the shining sea
And mark the heights our dreams could go
And mark the heights our dreams could go.

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James Fraser September 19, 2010 at 7:43 AM Talk about words making somewhere sound so special, your words sure do talk David. It's as if I am being narrated a description of paradise >> James

Sally Casey September 18, 2010 at 11:27 PM Wow! You're poetry is amazing.. Thank u for commenting on mine, but compared to this my poetry is nothing! Amazing!

Gert W. Knop September 18, 2010 at 7:26 AM Awesome delightful poem, David! Loved your use of imagery in this one!..Enjoy your weekend1...Gert

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 17, 2010 at 12:30 PM Very descriptive and pleasant reading David.. my husband and I were in Hawaii for three weeks in August and it was as beautiful as your lines.... Italy was even moreso..enjoyed with luv..

Audrey Haick September 17, 2010 at 11:34 AM A delight to read...enjoyed the incredible imagery, David..Peace, Audrey

Liz Walsh September 17, 2010 at 9:35 AM Really enjoyed this one - David

Wilma Neels September 17, 2010 at 8:56 AM David thank you for this magical journey with this beautiful write of yours. Thanks for your comments today as well :) Wilma

Carolyn Devonshire September 17, 2010 at 8:01 AM Beautifully written poem, David, filled with amazing imagery. I felt like I was right there with you on the shore of Montego Bay, enjoying the music an lovely flowers. Excellent poem, my friend. As for your comments about myths, yes, I am definitely drawn to them and am working on a book of poetry "Legends, Mysteries and Spiritual History." There is so much out there to research for this book. Love, Carolyn

Daver Austin September 17, 2010 at 7:40 AM Haarry Belafonte comes to mind - Jamaica? Sure! But the flow, the unique sensitivity. I played the Belafonte show years ago and became a great fan. So, Be sure I will read more of your superb poetry. Dave

De R September 17, 2010 at 7:36 AM Wonderful write, really loved it, honestly...'But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn And withers in the noon day heat'-great lines. This poem brings peace to my heart. Hugs, Emilia

Susan Palli September 17, 2010 at 6:17 AM So beautiful! Great write, and thanks for the comments