Best Martinique Poems

absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back to the

land of the free

who eagerly seeks to waste

every last...

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Beginning with the gift of my first breath
On an island by the sea
Mother Ocean’s been a constant friend 
And companion next to me. 

From sandy beaches I once strode, searching
For shells washed up on shore;
From down in the depths where creatures crept
And I listened to...

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ISLAND HOPPING
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS


My first day of community service at Glen Oaks
Assigned to spend time with a few elderly folks
Spotted an old gentleman staring out into space
Weathered beaten hands and a sun etched face
How are you today old timer, as I grasp his hand
A firm...

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It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder.
'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder.
It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me,
And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see!

How my free...

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Martinique is in our history too
Not just in our blood
Because Josephine seduced him
To make us reap more bitterness
From the ferment of the sugarcane
Martinique was also his home
His native shore
Long before Paris
It was his Algerian door
But why should I tell you this
For it is chronicled
In us...

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Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan.

If Life would not wish it otherwise
 
[Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura and Chris MAYNE (lyrics by the former) now making the near-top hit charts on...

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pour it like the sun is dead.
but not
before shaking it well.

wait,
wat is je naam?
my father is half-Dutch.
stay with me, Martinique 
(that name tag is lovely)
I have not been happy.

little umbrellas tickle
my imagination -
Gibraltar or Ithaca
or Room 143 beside yours.

is this safe, Martinique?
fifteen proof is my...

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Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith
She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity 
Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is 
Unforgiving as the Titans came to 
Recognize all because of their jealousy 
Over her lineage and limitless validities 
War was declared and with...

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It's good to be modern, don't you think? 
Bowling alley, skating rink. 
If we moderns want a swim, 
we drive our cars down to the gym. 

We've mastered plastics, studied steel, 
no fears about tomorrow's meal: 
our meat is packed, our fruit is tinned, 
our...

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Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith
She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity 
Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is 
Unforgiving as the Titans came to 
Recognize all because of their jealousy 
Over her lineage and limitless validities 
War was declared and with...

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Uma Carta de Amour 

A letter of love I never wrote
“But I remember it well.”
as Maurice Chevalier sang
Once, I loved a dolphin
A swam along the ship 
We sang a duet
People said the cook is mad again
The man is crazy again
As the dwellers on iron ship
Who...

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I've been privileged to behold glorious sunsets around this orb.
All so spectacular, 'tis almost more than I can absorb!
No artist could e'er blend oils to match The Creator's skill,
Nor with their most exquisite viruosity my languid soul fill!

To glimpse Pikes Peak embraced by the sun's...

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