Best Reggae Poems
Be the birdie
in the tree!
Dancing high
color flash!
Be the birdie
in the tree!
Calling love
nest with thee!
Be the birdie
in the tree!
Dancing high
remember me!
Be the birdie
in the tree!
Swoop from branch
high above!
Be the birdie
in the tree!
You had your chance
good
now
bye
love!
(repeat entire refrain)
Lively interludes of myself,
this I ask of you--
synthesize the main pieces of my own music
those beats of rhythm,
the low and high notes
that resound in my heart
and hum the symphony of my
spirit--
fly, my reggae tunes and primal melodies
release the Marley tempo
invite me once again and again
to welcome the environ;
to harvest life's juicy choral pulp!
Favorite Music Type Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron
9 Oct 2015
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be
I come home tired, but my woman want me.
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
She say it make a difference she can feel and see
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
She say I make her body feel hap…hap…eee
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be
So if you want to get a lot, just like me
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Try it just and you will see
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
It work for you like it work for me
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be (down tempo)
It's been a long day,
work two jobs all hours,
it is what we do in America,
in twenty first century America.
Wearisome hours,
I stomp my feet,
to a reggae beat,
to stay awake,
in twenty first century America.
The road is long,
the day is long gone,
my eyes are tired
of twenty first century America
The engine hums,
and the signs flash by,
a lonely truck passes me,
in twenty first century America.
I hit my head,
and pound the dash,
I must get home,
in twenty first century America.
My dreams will be,
to a reggae beat and
tomorrow I'll start
all over again
in twenty first century America.
I free my mind
and let the music
take control of my
ears take my mind
to mystical heights
bumpin my head to
the funky sounds
twist another one
let marley show
you all the love
let the music hit you
for it won't ever hurt
this mellow mood
has got me so burn
one down and feel
the sensi relieve all
the pain now close
your eyes let the
song play
I see 3 little birds
landing softly
on the bird feeder
and it’s hard
not to hear
a gentle reggae lilt
in the background.
Rooted in Jamaica
Rhythmic off-beat playing
Rastafari message
Rope-like ringlets swaying
Rivers of the exile
Reminiscing sadness
Rock along to Marley's
Reggae rousing gladness
13.10.20
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
* altered slightly after the contest
Rudeboy working in the street,
no money for his food or shoes for his feet
East Coast Reggae makin his crime bitter sweet
Too much worry for dem to retreat
Ska music reggae share the same old beat
Two-Tone suit get dirty in the street
but Rudeboy keeps him head up and keeps skankin with him feet
Bastar' Bastar'! Beat down the natty dredd Officer
Pickitup, pickitup with him CooKoo Maka Stick!
‘You have to leave, miss. The club is closed’
Bang. Bang. Bang.
‘Okay’
I stand
My head spins
I sit down and pull my knickers up.
What the hell had happened?
I remember Tracey with her arm around my shoulders
‘Don’t worry sis, I’ll look after ya’
The night had started off great
Pre-drinks
Cab ride
Then down a spiral staircase
A man behind a hole in the wall takes our money
Looking like a miniature whore in make-up and heels
I was let in
Without question
Fourteen
Thrilling
Dark room
Deep reggae
Vibrating wooden floors
Winding bodies
Flashing white teeth
Air thick with smoke
The green type
Tracey hands me half a lager
With lime
‘Get that down ya. I’ll see if I can score ’
The first mouthful tasted like earwax
The second
Earwax
Why do adults drink this?
I put the glass on the bar
A Rasta with six-foot dreads hands me a joint
I had seen it done before
So took a nice
Long
Pull
And held it down as long as I could
Then one more
And
PING!
I was done
The music was inviting
A fog rolled in
I remember swaying in time to the base
Barley cognitive
Sensing an encroaching tsunami
I sat on a chair
Flitting in and out of consciousness...
Just climb onto the back of my Harley
And we shall ride to the songs of Bob Marley,
In no time at all
We'll be in Senegal,
Though I might stop for lunch in Kigali.
Every day, when a new sun rises,
you have the chance to begin again,
doesn't matter how heavy your burden...
if you're alive you can still make a plan.
Are you going to be a savior?
Or are you only going to be waiting for one?
The revelation of your real behavior
will be seen by the next setting sun.
Are you here? In this moment?
Can you hear what I'm trying to say?
Do you think the whole world needs changing?
If you think so... you've only got this moment...
right now... right here...today.
Are you going to be a savior?
Or are you only going to be waiting for one?
The revelation of your real behavior
will be seen by the next setting sun.
Are you going to be a savior?
Or are you only going to be waiting for one?
The revelation of your real behavior
will be seen by the next setting sun.
Walk and talk affection
In conducive tones
That fertilise attention
To concerns affecting real folks and their comfort zones
Where each critical move you make
Adds to their happiness in tough times
As for them you bake a friendship cake
To improve climes
In which they operate
Daily
As support and back up you generate
Weekly and monthly
When they feel low
As life circumstances conspire
To deal them a huge blow
That deflates their confidence tyre to retire
Their self confidence
Which sometimes oscillates
In a distorted cadence at a glance
That vacillates
Between positive and negative
Vibes
Sometimes exclusive and punitive
When scribes
Predict their imminent downfall
As life’s clock chimes
To call
For the removal of mimes
Folks can’t lip read
Without expertise
In decoding the love creed
Whose consultation fees
Folks can’t afford
Cos no price is high enough
To convert the discord encountered into a promising accord
Between the meek and the tough
Until a Reggae ambassador intervenes
To iron out pesky issues
By using Reggae means
So no affected party in a court of law the other sues.
Mowgli wanted all of the animals to get together and be friends.
He enlisted the help of Bagheera, who said they would have to make amends.
Baloo was ready, for he has the easy, generous heart of a happy bear.
Now how to get all of the animals to agree and get there?
Let’s play some Bob Marley, Bagheera suggested. A terrific idea!
With that kind of music, they could even get the pygmy hog Leah.
Kaa was one of the first to arrive, and began to dance off his pants.
Watch it! a tweedle bug said. You are stepping on African plants!
There was some discussion now about whether Shere Khan could come.
Come on! Mowgli urged! That sour sarcastic striped guy needs some fun!
So they sent out the invite, and out of the forest he came with a roar.
Pretty soon he was dancing his stripes off, without any tasting or gore.
Bob Marley’s reggae chilled the entire jungle out that day and the next.
We all discussed it, tasting Haki juice which made some of us vext.
Was Shere Khan really here? I asked a pygmy hog nearby.
Who cares? He grunted, running off with the last pumpkin pie.
reverberating night,
raucous in smoke filled room,
repetitive drum beat,
resonant voice arose,
recapturing lost soul,
rock to wisdom of song,
remember Bob, no cry!!
1st placement
Pleiades 2 poetry contest
Joseph May
written 15/10/2020
7 lines each with 6 syllables.
REGGAE
Reggae music genre,
rhythmic cell of eight beats,
repeated short patterns.
Represents a movement,
religious in nature.
Roots of moral lessons,
rich spiritually.
10/12/20 Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest Joseph May