Best Jamaica Poems
Beautiful Jamaica,land of my birth,
This little dot,specially prepared by Mama Earth,
World best seasoning,grown by our dirt,
And the Jamaican Rum,bad nuh blouse and skirt,
Beautiful Jamaica,land so sweet,
A formal dinner or a party in the street,
Our vibes,our style so unique,
Our warmth,our culture,no other can beat,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land we love,
Touring Jamaica feel free like a dove,
Our rivers,beaches,beautiful sunlight up above,
Sample our tasty meals,you'll find one that you love,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land so great,
Great runners,great music,embrace our taste,
God or Jah Rasta Far I,embrace our faith,
Take a trip to Jamaica,it's never too late.....
Join me in paradise
jostled loose from my dreams.
Journey to barefoot sands.
Jewels of turquoise gleam,
jaunting free in warm waves.
Jacaranda-kissed breeze
jogs memories of love.
Written 3/6/17 for J Pleiades Contest
There is no place like home
I represent the black, green and gold.
Out of many, we are one people, driven to succeed
Global excellence is our only mission to achieve.
Reggae and dancehall are the rhythm and beat in our feet
Only champions are born here
Marley, Louise Bennett and Bolt are all homegrown.
With blood, sweat and tears, we work hard for our own …this is the Jamaican way.
I come from a great nation, with people of strength and determination. I am proud to call myself Jamaican.
We move to one love and drink our Jamaican white rum …this is the land we love.
The aroma of blue mountain coffee mixed in the morning air, the taste of ackee and saltfish with a little roast breadfruit are heavenly delights only a Jamaican can understand, the national dish of our homeland.
Look at our smiles we celebrate 60 years in grand style.
No matter where we are, yard or abroad with heads held high we are proud to call ourselves Jamaicans.
We celebrate Jamaica's 60 years of independence by re-igniting our greatness within all who call themselves Jamaicans.
"I am Jamaican"
Sun blazed;
Crystal clear
Skies, sparkle
Diamonds of
True beauty bliss...
Jamaica Islands
Exports with "JAH LOVE",
NO DISCRIMINATION.
SO Break-Out the tanning-oil
and beach towel kick-off
your shoes, let your
Hair down N' hang- loose...
For awhile.
Take A swim to refresh
Your mind and feel relaxed
Sand tickling your toes.
Peacefully and Enjoy Life:
For "JAMAICA ISLANDS IS;
HERE TO STAY...." WE ARE
ALL ONE BIG FAM AT JAMAICA
ISLANDS!!!"
Written By:
SWEET N' SOUR= CARMA
06-24-12
A Tribute to a great poet n' writer:
RICHARD PALMER THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
SOUP " FAM" TO THE END....
Entered in contest Letting your hair down
Sponsored by: Yasmin Khan
My day began with mommy
making beef patties all morning
I helped cutting the veggies for
the curry soup while sipping ginger
beer I remembered the curry for her
special curry goat we were preparing
for her sisters to visit from Trench town
my head spending day dreaming about it
anything other than our family tradition
the Caribbean bakery we were the
descendant no if ands or buts about
granddad made home made gingerbread
cookies while uncles peeled sugarcane
the elders brought raw cocoa from the
Mahogany trees coconut husks hung
sparingly as we drank coconut milk
while the storms brewed over the
shanty town of Kingston the cock
crowed throughout trench town as my
cousins played keyboards and guitars in the
street to the the sweetest sultutry sound of
St Elizabeth infamous Caribbean beat
In loving memory of Dad
Caribbean Bakery 1539 Howard street
Chicago Illinois..
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
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...”
The noise broils over in the heat
And spread out like wares along the street
The haze of crowd, the jungled feet
Fresh scent of soil and the aroma sweet
I see the bright cloths, and the fashion shows
The haggling voices and their temptations
The big Trelawny yams that twin footed grows
The paltry cents of private hesitations
The market is abloom and abundance tease
The native hunger from its native ease.
There is guinep, the same we cracked
At school, a single seed to feed a twenty pack
The hog plums and the apples red, stacked
Like a lean-to shack, melons dripping and the sack
Of cherry tomatoes besides carrots on the mat
Two orange in bags and the eggs in their flat
Cabbages plump and green callaloo fresh and fat
Mangoes early, and seasonings for the pot
The magic of eyes the sleright of nose, the taste
That tells us how much to know goodness we haste
And among all this passion of colors, this fragrance
Of fruits, I see a richer, sweeter elegance
Our people bright giving this place its romance
Women subtle of eyes, whose bodies dance
Like fireflies around a shaded lamp, and men bold
Though bent beneath their unforgiving loads, hold
Work sovereign and do not crringe from sun and sweat
The building is dingy with crumbling walls and parapet
But like the lustered fruits that in cadence to the call
Rise above the struggle turning back the ancient fall
Jamaica,
Jamaica, The flag, gold, black and green,
Jamaica, The island, so many want to see,
Jamaica, The people, so friendly, so warm,
Just the perfect home, away from your home,
Jamaica, A sound education is a must,
Every child must learn, The main thrust,
Jamaica, The land of the agriculture plan,
Banana, sweet potato, cassava and yam,
Jamaica, home of the fastest people of all time,
Usain, Shelly Ann, Yohan, best of the kind,
Jamaica, Where the music makes you really want to sing,
Jamaica, The food, the fruits, bite into everything,
Jamaica, The place, you get great sunshine and rain,
Bizzy Tea to ease your aches and pains,
Jamaicas' Oliver, Ity and Fancy Cat,
Give us sweet laughter to remove all that,
That hissing sound, when there's no job around,
Turn the tv on, Is it time now?
Jamaica, sometimes the road is long and ruff,
We will persevere, We'll strive to be tuff,
Steadfast faith in the Almighty! It's true,
Gratetful for the positives that help us pull through,
Jamaica, Jamaica!
We'll always love you!
Jamaica, I hear you laughing now like a water sprite's
Amplitude of songs. You splash against the shivering light,
Militant, your bold children like stars of distant nights
Awakening to dance around the peonies throbbing sight
Infinite wisdom exalt you in your intellect and your grace
Consistent in your virtues green, industrious in your place
Admiration like a candle I bring to the table of delights.
Out of Many one people, the motto of primeval unity
Utterly devoted to human justice and our equal rights
Talented and special for your freedom to humanity
Overcomer of a dark beggining, giver of dawn and dew
Fearless torch bearers of man's true democratic dawn
Mother of the Indies, nurturer of the great spiritual view
Artistically incline us that dancers will quadrille on the lawn
Nanny and Cudjoe will be sung with heroes still unborn
Yesterday's trouble too will but a sudden shred of air
Owed to you are kingdoms where your sons all toiled for
National heritage with courage when civil rights had its scar
Endowed us again with visions for tomorrow's dim despair
Prosper once more from our ingenuity and will to succeed
Emerald fields shall be then the palaces of our humble race
Offering strangers and friends nourishment where we feed
Pledge we this to you: loyalty, love, and passion's embrace
Loving you for loving us, O Island where the seven rivers roar
Eternal blessings crown your people, their toil and your shore
Little Island of Jamaica, birth place of Reggae
Always jolly, on a sunny day
Rastafari is the place where it all started
1948 on the Empire Wind rush most departed
Ackee & salt fish is the national dish
I love walking on the beach eating bread and fish
We’ve shown the world about the rough treatments we’ve been through
Half of the people have no idea or a clue
We’ve praised to everyone on Africa
Give thanks for the great land of Ethiopia
Music legacy from Bob Marley and peter tosh
Babylon way’s try to make us brainwash
Peace & Love to the wonderful place of Jamaica
Live humble and don’t be a troublemaker
Jamaica land we love!
From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame
Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.
And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name
We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.
Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame
And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain
Jamaica gets a visitor, who is he?
Barrack Obama, we longed to see,
Just the mention of his name,
We feel surrounded with his fame,
When Air Force 1 hit the ground,
Zero silence, could be found,
Deaf ears opened, Blindness, now sight,
Programming Mr. President to alight,
There he was, the epitome, a true gentleman,
Class, diplomacy, alacrity and wisdom,
The distinguished leader, for all generations,
Visible to those led with wisdom,
Traffic congestion, it was a must,
Jamaicans too ecstatic to make it a fuss,
His famous words, "Yes we can,"
Reminding us to stick to the plan,
"No obstacles too hard, for you to cross,
You can do it, if you choose to trust,
Trust in yourself, you must believe,
Thoughts in your mind, you will achieve,
Thoughts of willpower, determination and hope,
Paving the passage for you to cope,
Your miracle, like mine, an instant away"
"You can do what you tell yourself! What more can I say?"
"Yes we can"
"Yes we can".
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Jamaica
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: December2014
Respeck Breddah
Whaad Gwaan
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One Love!
Est dah bowy
en Jamaica
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rid-dems
I - N - I
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Rasta!
much Respeck
One love -
Yah Mon
Dis est
Patois
This is not my life
Where is the remote
I wanna rewind
What was on my mind?
This is no joke
Was I on some dope?
Smoking shag or sniffing coke
Is there any hope
I just can’t cope
Wasted time in school
Ignoring all the rules
Thought I had the tool
Now winding up a fool
This can’t be my life
Who to blame
When I took life as a game
It’s as if I’m going insane
Just disgrace and shame
God, it was just a dream
It was just a dream
But it seems so real
Life seems so mean in that funny dream
Gotta wake up, wise up and flip the scene
Karl Karlos Goulbourne
One cold red stripe
Gi mi a white rum with a twist of lime
Wi celebrating Jamaica at 55
Miss Matti pass the jerk chicken and festival don't forget to put the ackee and saltfish pan the side
The music sweet mi hear Bob Marley chanting there's a natural mystic blowing through the air
In the distance Tony Rebel reminding us jus how Sweet Jamaica is ... Mi nah left yah
Roy Rayon give thanks and praises we are still alive... And Shaggy keeping us on a mission
Oh what a feeling... Jamaica at 55
Look on the track... Usain Bolt the fastest man on earth... Asafa Powell, Veronica Campbell and Shelly Ann Fraser-Pryce waving the flag shouting we are proud to be Jamaicans.
We still have our Miss World Lisa Hanna
Jamaica has won on every world stage... Jamaica to the world... We are 55
"Mi heart full fi see Mi people a celebrate 55" Miss Lou saluting us from heaven's gate
What a celebration... Jamaica at 55... We know we are unstoppable, just watch the ride
Andrew Holness and Peter Phillips shaking hands telling each other " mi born yah and mi nah lef yah... Mi come fi fix yah "
From Kingston to Mobay all Jamaicans celebrating in true Jamaican style... Jamaica at 55
Yuh remember Jody-Anne Maxwell, Spelling Champion ... We on top on every stage in life
There is no feeling better than being a Jamaican we rise to the occasion every time!
No matter where we are, we understand the love of our home land...sweet, sweet Jamaica
We drink our rum, we jump to dancehall and move to our reggae beat... we celebrate our culture and our people
We all understand the struggle but out of many we are one people... We are Jamaicans
.. Sweet... Sweet Jamaica at 55