Best Chant Royal Poems
You are a princess in my heart,
and I care for you so much.
I love the fondness in your eyes,
and your tender little touch.
I looked at you when you were born,
and knew then straight away,
that I would be fore ever here
to watch you grow and play.
You bring to me a heart of joy,
and memories so great,
and a powerful sense of fatherhood
that no one can debate.
I watch you sleep and dream of things
that I can only wonder.
That innocent look upon your face
just makes my heart grow fonder.
I see you run and jump and shout
and calling out my name.
No love that I have ever known
could ever feel the same.
No suffering or tragedy
nor deeply seated pain
could ever over shadow
the bond that we retain.
And so my little princess
before you go to sleep,
Remember I am your daddy,
and I am yours to keep.
(For Victoria from Dad)
THE GOOD SERVANT'S REWARD
Come my servant, I am waiting, in the light of God alone.
Do you believe the promise given, are you ready to come home?
The account books have all been written, now we review the score.
Were you a believer in God's garden, did you tell of heaven's door?
When the Master calls, will you be ready, to be with Him for eternity?
He only asked that you believe Him, Just reach out and you'll be free.
The journey will be joyful, the path cleared to show the way.
When you cross over the Jordan, fall on your knees and pray.
You've toiled long in His vineyard, you've shared His story along the way.
Your faithfulness will be rewarded, He will know a brighter day.
You've served the Father with love and honor, you've studied hard His promise true.
Now its time to be rewarded, God spreads His arms to welcome you.
Your treasure now is waiting, when you pass the golden gate.
So welcome home my servant, you no longer have to wait.
Come home to Jesus from your toil, it is time for you to rest.
The good servant will be rewarded, you have passed the holy test.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Allow yourself to live
Worries only keep you busy
Thinking
With a fear of an unknown
Wasting precious time away
To grief
That don't help spiritual growth
As is also a path of life
A rare truth
Allow yourself to grow
You can't grow with out yourself
So you can't live without yourself
Life in return can't come without you
If truly it so be
Allow yourself to grow
Plant can't be grown
With out it seed
Either can a tree stand
With out it root
So change can't be
With out you
Allow your self to grow
The biggest enemy of human
Is fear
as the biggest mystery of
Man start from fear
Life is a beautiful thing
So it moments has a lot to say
It can't be easy when you have
To live
So growth don't come in a time
Time answers every doubt
For with out fear
The mind is free
only on this time
you could
Allow yourself to grow
Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance
The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance
Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes
Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her
Again and again under the timelapse skies
She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes
Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure
What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever,
no more is sure
This is all
In the distance
Some one is singing
in the distance
Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance
Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her
And now
I no longer love her
But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky
Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance
The awoken are the last to notice
I await
not just with yesterday's fear
but tomorrow's anxiety
Not Unknowing
the difference between
real and fantasy
the good from the grit
the snooze from the wit
Kill me off in purple haze
where diamonds get their rightful gaze
a preacher's son on the run
I await
and look at what I have done
Chicken or egg - what came first?
Can't find an answer that will quench my thirst.
“Of course,” said the chicken, “it was me.
Without me, how could the egg ever be?”
This question goes round, and round and round,
But to most, the answer is never found!
For without the chicken can an egg be laid?
“And how could there be a chicken without me?” the egg said.
This question was asked but found no answer for years…
Till a wise man solved the mystery with wisdom and tears.
“Neither was the egg first, nor was it the chicken.
The plan for this story was hatched in heaven.
That nothing in this world shall be a creation.
Everything that we see is but a manifestation.”
“What do you mean?” said someone with a scream.
“Nothing is real! Is everything just a dream?”
The wise man answered, ”Yes that is true.
Both appeared together, everything is a myth –nothing is true!”
The next time you are asked the question, “What came first?
Was it the tree or the seed that came first?”
Don't go in circles, round and round.
For the answer to the question will never be found!
The fable man palms do perspire,
Knees inadequate,
Limbs do joxtapose in overabundance.
Purge grazes over the fable man's vestments.
Mother's Italian vermicelli.
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A society which has failed to grow,
Stagnant and Toxic with the stench of death
Getting riper and riper throughout the years
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
And I see the corruption, the pollution
Politricktions fooling the nation
While we walk in blindness
Embracing the Technological evolution
Thinking we have progressed,
Oh! What a delusion!
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
Then News Flash! A man just beheaded a woman!!
People living lesser than human,
From the refuse of society they feed their children
Mothers pimp daughters to Dons for protection
Fathers give sons their first thousand amunition
For their guns because “my yute affi have him weapon”
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
And I hear our Heroes weep
In their graves because their deaths now have no meaning
To a nation hell bent on continuously demeaning
The legacy left behind by them, our National Heroes
Nanny, Sam Sharpe, Paul Bogle , George William Gordon
Marcus Garvey, Norman Manly and Alexander Bustamante
With my Patriotic Self
I pray that Jamaica, Land we Love
Will shine again in Her glory
Then we will sing again our Heroes' story
“Forward, Forever United
Students, Workers and Farmers...”
When the heavy-weights
weigh in
This door is closed
Feel free to scream and shout
No one hears you
Feel free to thrash about
Let it all out
I am sorry that it hurts
How could you not foresee
Your own destiny
Hold up a mirror
See your horror
And stop blaming me
Accept the stain
It will lessen the pain......
Bow your head to the Lord
An inner peace will be restored .....Feel Free....
The MAN
-THE SPIRIT-
- THE SEED
All dwell in the same abode
In the temple
where they are ripened
to be born -
Conditioned in holding tanks.
THE swishing of moving waters
gentle memories
conditioned in silence.
in holding tanks that were replicas
of wombs.
gentle memories from the world
where angles fluttered.
Imaginations are contagious
we all had the same dream
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
delivered unto the
vastness of judgement
hated femininity-
no earthly peace.
When man has the gift
in spite of you,
You insult his dignity.
No peace on this plain-
Your haughtiness,
your naughtiness
naughtiness is too
of a word nice -
maybe babies are- the word
Strange, is better.
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
There is something about the lips -
Lips,shaped like
(pictures I have seen)
of cherubs mouths.
But still we have not perished.
All imaginations
could not bear witness
to the same whatever.
someone is sick
caught some disease
came from poverty and
blossomed like a lily in a
cesspool pond.
Hearts seeking
solace inside
The sweethearts
the clean-hearts
deep immersion
where no pain dwells
where the well disciplined
well guided-thoughts
are ushers in my temple.
The inner silence where -
No thoughts run ramped
My peace of mind-
my saving grace-
from the world i have to face.
The flute talks the
flute is my guide
I am still. Just still.
CLEAN-HEARTS
INSIDE-
WHERE
THE INNER
SILENCE RESIDES ...
and no
creature be despised
neither
The MAN
- The spirit-nor
- his seed
Of
splendid
thrones of
gold
Of
treasures
manifold
Of Sultans
and Shahs
Of Emirs
and Rajahs
Of
jewelled
caskets
or lavish
banquets
Of
sparkling
crowns
and
flowing
gowns
Of kings
and queens
Rulers and
emperors
Of their
subservient
stewards
and
obedient
butlers
Or the
servile
knaves
and
stalwart
squires
Of the
peons and
minions
pages and
pavilions
Of castles
and palaces
of
abounding
gold and
silver
in
ostentatious
regal
splendour
Ah the
fanning
maids in
waiting
Yet to me
one thing
worth
more
noticing
The poet
minstrels
who came
to sing
from afar
for the
queen and
king
For I'd
rather be a
poet for
kings
so to my
tunes
swayed
the
kingdom
than I be
the king
of mere
subjects
and be filled with regal
boredom!
So I could join ranks of
troubadours
and sing for the king
some folklores
For words are the heart of imagination
Inviting to poetic fascination.
(form Troubadour) Ars poetica
Moral Vs Dream
Family cry for Penny
My dream cry for achievemnt
Family cry for rid off from responsibility
My responsibility cry for work
Family believe live like bunch of
Bananas
My bunch of basket is with love
Family thing about fake values
My values fake for my dream
Family never ever give a trusted
words but fill my pain with their show off
My show off is to cry for death
What you think who will win......
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
I intend to spend My Future Days in Hopefulness of Love
Than to surrender to the darkness of despair
With Thy Lord by My Side
In His Faith
I Shall Abide
Life is good but unpredecteble
You never now what will happened tomorrow
Life is not always dasame
Good things happened to good people
Good things came to people who deserve it
Why are we always fight our own people
Why are we baiting our brothers and sister's
Why are we not live in peace
Let rice up and say xenophobia must fall
Let change our life's
Let love our self
Let change our nation
Let unit and say out loud #xenophobia must fall