Best Marley Poems
Elsie Marley was a playful, middle child, with five sparkling siblings,
Living on emerald, Willow Brook Farm, underneath skies very citron.
Everyone in the family lent a hand, at skillfully managing their farm.
At twelve years old, Elsie joined in, like golden bees, flower charmed.
Every fleeting day was the same as the last, yet magically different;
Like when a rainbow touches jade grass, and blazing sun is imminent.
Fantastic friends made school days fun, in the flitting, youthful hours;
With life as fresh and fabulous as spring, or as rainfall scented flowers.
Farmers sowed in fine, fragrant furrows, when cherry blossoms rained;
And family came calling, in flurries of petals, where red robin reigned.
Elsie lived in the house of doorways, of children going and coming in;
In a tumult of joyous colors; like pink moon nights, of purple martins.
Lyric larks were ever listened to, along jade, foliate, Strawberry Lane;
Located at Willow Brook's lauded south border, like love that remains.
Elsie's favorite neighbors were Naomi and Nadia, very near to her age;
Who playfully imitated being princesses, like red roses at center stage.
Careless bugleweeds were blowing, in deep, violet shades of summer;
When candytuft plants gave sweet thrills, like the flash of blue thunder.
Cupid's dart blooms went right to the heart, to the beat of raven wings;
And dame's rocket launched nighttime scents, to hear nightingale sing.
Elsie grew negligent of her mundane chores, as princesses did not work;
And her dismayed siblings picked up the slack, like dawn's redbird chirp.
But Elsie waked one day, to words that shamed her, spoken by her sister;
Like an onyx shadow, retreating hastily, once mellow sun has kissed her!
Nan told Sue, 'Elsie Marley is grown so fine, She won't get up to feed the swine,
But lies in bed till eight or nine. Lazy Elsie Marley.' Truth can be unkind!
Elsie resumed the role of dutiful sister and daughter, to her family's relief,
Coming to see all girls are princesses, like a vast garden's colorful motif.
“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.
I and I,
and together, we,
are one.
We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be –
the one yearning to be set free
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings
and endings,
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.
It is the one that does not seek,
and can only be found; rediscovered
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried,
and the heavens ever knew –
the reason for all things…
So dance as one voice; sing as two feet
pounding
the earth with your glory;
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!
Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…
I and I,
and together, we,
are one.
*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself,
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)
From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley
Bob was the greatest,
Mr Marley was the best,
Guitar in hand,
Words from his lips,
Puts your mind at rest,
He left us great music,
He left us great thoughts,,
Songs like "JAH LIVE",
Captured my heart,
"NO WOMAN NO CRY",
Made me love my,
Mothers and kids a lot more,
And the "THREE LITTLE BIRDS",
Are still singing for sure,
"BUFFALO SOLDIERS" are partying in America,
Drinking "RED RED WINE",
"ONE LOVE", one heart,
Lets all get together and feel alright....
For Michaels' contest,Song writer who inspire you..
Scrooge encountered the ghost of Jake Marley,
While slurping his bowl of blah barley.
From thence, as we know the plot thickens,
As from past sins Scrooge fled like the 'dickens'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest - just for fun.
through
music
gave us hope
Form:
Rasta Master(For Bob Marley)
Like the lion of Judah ,
Lying on the coast of hope,
With the turban of gold crown,
From the mountain of glory,
His mantle of office adorn.
Clad in a regalia of reggae,
To do the regatta acloud again,
The buffalo soldier hosts the banquet.
All around the world,
Through the Poles,through the Equator,
Jah made whole,man no dismantle.
The flame burning with glory,
The lake of the bulb on Bob.
A robust heap of dreads on Robert,
It's a summer holiday in Marley.
I'm bereaved at the Sheriff's.
Redress,regret,emotion-the notion.
"Will be together; is this love that I'm feeling?"
To feel filled;is this real?
No mummies,no makings.
Wanna hold on to love-I n I,
Right place of fold;to stick aright.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Whose dog is it? Someone queried.
The rest of the neighbors laughed.
Look at his colorful tam
Look at his dreads
It is Marley’s dog
Or an impersonator, someone suggested
Given board and room.
A face, teeth, soccer ball feet and an almost perfect face. Funny when he shaves, He craves, begs, checks and says.... "Ndakamuka."
Did you ever Roberto Nesto … the reggae maestro
Decorating rocks in the ghetto … children’s falsetto
Rising for liberation from tenures of poverty
Logwood lit from the shredded ash of ganja smoke
Rising to rinse the heart of woe … the clarity
Of things about his ragged ghetto … father broke
Love pregnant on cornmeal porridge … don’t cry
O woman, don’t cry, memory in music exploding
And now the world will dance to marijuana high
Dreams rocking, shooting, looting the tenors meaning
We were left nothing, now watching mainstream sings
Tributes to us for gifts of culture and the game:
The balladeer circles the sun on broken wings
Oh he made melodies out of the ghetto’s shame.
(Sorry folks, I could not resist the temptation, the rebel I am, to explode High cultural
traditions and provide a door for the people to celebrate from street and ghetto their own -
since none of the classical masters means anything in the pop world. Robert "Bob" Nesta
Marley OM ... February 6, 1945 – May 11, 1981 ... was a Jamaican singer-songwriter and
musician. He was the lead singer, songwriter and guitarist for the ska, rocksteady and
reggae bands: The Wailers (1964 – 1974) and Bob Marley & the Wailers (1974 – 1981).
Marley remains the most widely known and revered performer of reggae music, and is
credited for helping spread Jamaican music to the worldwide audience. "No Woman Nuh Cry"
is rated a classic by many musicologists.)
You were the heart of us,
Throat of musicians,
King of reggae,
A mad singer,
Created hearts on guitar,
Breathed love on each note,
Cannabis on your lips,
Fragrance's to music,
Weed stain on your lips,
Symbol of ecstasy,
Long curly hairs,
Frills your notes.
you were the 'one love',
Notes were flesh and, meat for us,
To chew and swallow.
you never died,
Dipped yourself ,cell by cell,
In celestial music,
For angels to dance .
Marley, Marley, Marley
I miss you more every day
I miss your snuggles
I miss your cuddles
I miss your unconditional love
Marley, Marley, Marley,
I had no idea I would fall in love with you the way I did.
You wormed your way into my heart and into my life.
My soul will never be the same.
I miss everything about you being here.
I am sad that you are gone.
I wanna rule my destiny, like Buju
Be free to connect with nature
Maybe learn a little Voodoo
Uplift my spirituality
Am I in a horrible dream
Or is this bondage my reality
In a parallel universe
Compelled to move forward
But Earth appears to be going in reverse
Am I wrong to feel obsolete
Could I pull off a Hatshepsut reign
Bob Mar, I don’t want to wait in vain
All apologies sang Kurt Cobain
My mental will not allow defeat
My head up I must keep
A being of divine light I am
Enlightened like a goat of the
Mountains of Mizoram
Awaiting an apocalypse
Enamored by the lunar eclipse
Absorbing energy from the sun
I drink from the fountain with sealed lips
Ruling my destiny right at my fingertips
They say the Mayans had spaceships
A glimpse into your eyes
I see a reflection of myself
Innocence starring back I can't help but kiss
As one tear falls
My beautiful beauty
Soft & sweet
My heart is overwhelmed & heavy
Love is blooming, oozing from every pore
No words
Just purely humbled & blessed
I could be given such a precious gift.
? my girl xx
While I was prepearing diner last night, my daughter came up to me & asked if I would like some help, as I looked at her tears welled up as I saw a reflection of myself in her amazing beautiful eyes, this poem was the result of how I felt.
My heart melted when I first met you
I felt the connection -
one abused soul
to another
and a friendship was forged of fun and of good times
and then you were gone
when your medication
made you psycho
and now i will never be the same.
Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last.
It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street,
Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat.
Oh, don’t weary me with visions from the Ghost of Christmas Gone.
It’s a fairy tale for paupers who’ll be just as poor come dawn.
I’ve no sympathy for indolence, nor ignorance and want.
If you’re looking for compassion, find another bank to haunt.
Oh, don’t bother me with worries from the Ghost of Christmas Done.
Send those children of the gutter to the workhouse, every one!
Put their noses to the grindstone in a more productive game;
Earning porridge making bootstraps for the barefoot and the lame.
Oh, don’t humbug me with pleadings from the Ghost of Christmas Lost.
Sir, the figures on my balance sheet won’t justify the cost.
So, our business is concluded and I’m free to wash my hands.
Tell the Sisters of St. Alban’s, the eviction notice stands!