Best Kingston Poems

Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the...

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When I sit alone with my memories

My mind drifts back to the early 60s

When folk music was all the rage

The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul...

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*Inspired by a comment Marikate Kingston made on one of my poems.

Not for contest.



First I was small, shorter than flowers around me
The world was so...

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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...

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The year that is about to make its last appearance 
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place 
in the history...

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A profession that's not the norm.
It borders on the absurd.
In the mountains and down the hollers,
powerful engines could be heard.

I decided to try something new.
Put...

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History's Sad Song (Revised)

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

way back during the Crusade
where religious debt...

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Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down

Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold,
Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed,
But...

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Remember it just like yesterday 
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy...

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A man living in Tobago 
but he was born in Trinidad 
he loves his next door neighbor 
this is his story it might be funny...

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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...

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Once there was a man called Kingston lovemad
 to get things his way executes a strategy. no mad!
fags chain, bangs table, wall 
and what not!...

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The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
     Her parents did not hit her but their words...

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Step by step, I steadily aged with time and wisdom.
I appreciatively obliged old bones to bow before kindred, king and kingdom.
Thank you mama for cleaning...

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