Best Brae Poems
Lo' beneigh' the random bield, bewails upo' the leaf
An' lea'e me naught but grief and pain, as moone breaks through the heath
Upo' the gilded braes we kissed, luve sang a zephyrs cry
Where say, my luve, o' fare thee weel, till a' the seas gang dry
An' bleak October winds ensue, beneigh' the furrow's frost
The sacred lowe, o' week-plac'd love...o' lost my sweet betroth
Yea withered ere', lies mist and bleak, an' mine an empty hand
With sword in hand, yea wander'd far, monie a ravished land
Och! Fated arrow pierced my heart, cauld by thy warrior's blade
Thy sun has waned, the bluid has poured, so boldly o're the glade
Death oftly feared, tho fear naugt more, so deep within my breast
O' do thou kindly, lie him low, upo' this mound of rest
Whase only faut was lovin thee, my tears in dust, my luve is deeply laid
Immortal I lie down 'ere now, lockt in thy arms, upo' the gilded glade
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beneigh (beneath)
bield (shelter)
bewails (weeps)
heath (meadows)
gilded braes...(golden hills)
lea'e (leaves)
naught (not)
luve (love)
a' (all)
gang (going -gone)
sacred lowe (sacred vow)
monie (many)
cauld (cold)
bluid (blood)
o're (over)
upo' (upon)
whase (whose)
faut (fault)
'ere (here)
lockt (locked)
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she had beckoned my soul
her envy surrounded me
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after
her name was jay mine was yolanda
i recited poems for montel williams
on poetry .com my poems became quilts
maps of my freedom my life back home
springfield illinois she was from Tampa
i chicago poetry was my life she entered
my window to her surprise st john paul 11
i was kneeling jane enraged joining corruption
switching documents developing a false doctrine
beneath the high ways and by ways
i glance in the mirror reflecting her face
she was becoming me while i was vanishing
quickly i dash to washington dc civil rights
memorial freedom of self expression
dignity truth courage home
There is a river, and its vigor never cease
There is a river, the Martha Brae river
I have seen it and knew strange peace
Looking on its brown spate of muddy water
I see no Pharpar nor Abana sterile clean
And clear, but there the yams grow better
And the farmers sleep is rich and serene
And the cattle gets grass to make its butter.
There is a river, the Martha Brae river
And its vigor never cease, there is a river
Rolling down the Cockpit full of laughter
Watch it court rains and brim to disaster
And then wicked man drinking of God's grace
Meet its spate for justice, and face its laws
You cannot bite on gall without a bitter taste
She is nature's potent justice for man's flaws
The Martha Brae is a river, a cunning river
Watch her like a woman with a flimsy lover
Watch her against class and race pass water
Watch her when the winds make clouds shudder
With the passion of a touch, hear her belly
Roaring as she comes her brown bosom open
This river shall make the land like Naaman holy
This river shall baptize us to believe in heaven
Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta Andrew I know your wrath beneath my feet the many men drowned in your wake eh dem be lost Martha Brae river seeking the blood of an American poet deep sadness to know your wrath flee backwards I'm a holy woman of God your root cannot form any works here witch craft voodoo is a horrid crime in America I was warned about your root on the baker right before his demise your family of drug dealing females Rasta Andrews operation I know your wrath vultures killing men from Kingston I am so blessed I survived your wrath Jamaican jay Townsend Johnson Henry Toni Townsend Henry murderer of men Trenchtown curse attacking their loved ones with illness sickness like mum unable to walk after helping Kadie Rasta sister I know you scum Shakila lil Henry big Henry Shaina Aliana Towanda Jay Teesa voodoo Jamaican witch craft killing men of Kingston man down scum I know you killed Fred he told me you put a root on him it was validated when I found dirt under my sofa from Martha brae river here in America returned to sender I Chant I Chant I rebuke you and all of your works walking backwards connecting the swamp to Martha Brae river feeling Irie
God bless America
THE MARTHA BRAE WITCH ARRIVED IN TAMPA WITH HER GUNMAN FROM JAMAICA TO END MY LIFE HE DIED AT MY FEET DESPERATE MY PLEAS WERE DESPERATE SHE WAS AFTER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MY LIFE MY DEATH MY SOUL MY IDENTITY IMPERSONATING ME PERPUTRATING FRAUD IDENTITY AGAINST ME 23 YEARS LATER THE WITCH RETURNED BREAKING IN MY HOME OBSESSED WITH MY MILITARY VETERAN SPOUSE TAKING OUR CLOTHES GARMENTS PRIVATE PERSONAL DOCUMENTS BIRTH MARRIAGE DEATH CERTIFICATES OBITUARIES OF FAMILY MEMBERS SEARCHING MILITARY RECORDS TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON US LEAVING ORNAMENTS MADE OF DIRT FROM THE MARTHA BRAE RIVER IN ST ELIZABETH JAMAICA SHE PLOTTED A CURSE A HAITIAN ROOT TO END MY LIFE OR CAUSE HEALTH PROBLEMS OR EVEN DEATH PURE SUFFERING FOR MY FAMILY I PRAYED THE ROSARY OVER THIRTY TIMES CONSTANT HAIL MARY'S MY CHEROKEE ANCESTORS DANCED MY GREEK ANCESTORS THE THEOS GATHERED FROM MASON VERONA VINCENTINO CONTINUOUS PROTECTION MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND AND I ADMINISTERED HOLY WATER TOSSING THE JAMAICAN CURSE IN THE LAKE PRAYING FOR THIS DEMONIC WITCH TO FLEA BACK TO THE MARTHA BRAE RIVER WHERE SHE BELONGED FOREVER WALKING BACKWARDS AS NIGHT CRAWLED UNDER DAY GOD CRIED GIVING THE SOUND TO ONLY JESUS REPLIED FATHER WHY IS THE LAND THERE SHOULD BE GOODNESS IN TRUTH THE WATERS BEGAN TO BREW FLOWING BACKWARDS BACK TO THE CARIBBEAN SEA BACK TO THE TAINO WITCH THE MARTHA BRAE WITCH WAS BITTER ANGRY SHE COULD NO LONGER PERPUTRATE FRAUD UPON ME AND MY FAMILY DESTRUCTION AND SUFFERING RAGED THE WRATH GOD PROMISED ME HE WOULD PART THE RED SEA MOVE MOUNTAINS AS I PASS OPEN THE GROUND SEPERATING ME FROM MY ENEMIES DRY UP THE RIVERS AS I WALK OVER HOT STONES AND NOT GET BURNED A 23 YEAR OLD CURSE REMOVED FROM MY FAMILY NO MORE JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD WITCHES I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD GET BEHIND ME SATAN EVERY KNEE SHALL BOW ALL SOULS WILL KNOW ON EARTH IN HEAVEN AND UNDER THE EARTH EVERY TONGUE SHALL CONFESS THAT JESUS CHRIST IS LORD WITH THE GLORY OF GOD THE FATHER
AMEN