Best Trinidad Poems
You see my country Trinidad and Tobago ? It's Truly a place of paradise most people don't
know. The many races tells you about the many places we came from our ancestor. They to
came here. Some from India, Spain, France and Africa just to name a few.But I born here so
I am a Trini which I guess you knew.Smiling and laughing is not a habit, it's a way of
life in my country. As clear as the open sand and sea.The food touches every senses of
your being just as the music speaks to your soul. In a place with your inner self you can
never grow old.The legends and the stories from my country is true. About how Carnival was
born or music coming out of an oil drum too! But let me not say too much. As Trinidad and
Tobago should not be something you hear once but must be an experience!
Ah was standing there liming,
Thinking ah was having some fun
Laughing, drinking, and singing
On the Island of Sun
Along came a car with some thugs
And before you know it,
Ah was shot, and now I will
End up in a 6 foot pit
Yuh cannot take time outside
Yuh own home and land
Cause before you know it
You are shot and it’s grand
Trini’s liming
Is not a good thing
It does not matter;
How much you dance and sing
Beware of the gangs
They will take you out with a bang
Written by mj july 28 2013
When I think of Christmas
I think of sweet melody
Singing and dancing
Parang, Parang
Family gathering, great unity
Moving from house to house celebrating
Sharing and giving
Mama cooking
Everything finger liking
Party of the year
T&T Christmas
I leave my home in Trinidad
And I come to live in America
And now I working at Kmart
Whole day at a cash register
But I do have a lot of problems
Every time I get hungry to eat
all it has is a bunch of junk food
Or bread with some artificial meat
So I decide to take all my money
And invested it in a food van
Is about time I introduce to America
The tasty cooking of we Trinidadian
And I though for the first few days
That business will be real slow
Boy, but I was so wrong
now I see people line up for so
So I open up with trini breakfast
Smoke herring with tomato and roti
Baggi, Pumpkin, baigan and aloo
Fried bodi ,doubles and fever grass tea
It’s the first time they tasting Doubles
The chutney burning some of them nose
One guy look like he from Russia
Drop some curry channa on his cloths
I get all the recipes from my brother
“naz cuisine” The best food in Trinidad’
Some people start complimenting
Saying, it’s the best they ever had
A white man faced turns red
Eating the double with plenty pepper
But he says how he likes it
It has a very nice flavor
And For lunch I roll out the big guns
All different kind of talkari
Goat, duck chicken and fish
Bake and shark, bush up shut and dhalpurrie
Two Puerto Rican girls
One looks like Mariah Carey
They order dhal, rice, and goat meat
Saying how they love the curry
And every body line up
They love the curry real bad
And every body talking about the curry
the curry man from Trinidad
From my stove comes hot roti
Tomato choka and fry plantain
Since morning people line up
Waiting for the Trinidad cooking
And now is evening everything sells out
I didn’t even keep one roti for me
And now I feel real hungry
So I guess I will buy a bucket of KFC
Trinidad girls
Meet a girl in Trinidad
She like to eat plenty pepper
But if you see the girl
She sweet like sugar
She likes to sing
And she can dance for so
She likes to go shopping
Gulf city and San Fernando
And she has a lot of respect
The girl is pure class
She says good morning
To every one she past
She likes to make chow
With half ripe mangos
And every Sundays with her mother
To the movies they always go
I seen a lot of girls in America
From the east coast to the west
But I have to tell you
Those Trinidad girls are the best
The Mexican girls are to feisty
Some does cuss for so
When ever they look at me
I just bend my head and go
The American girls are pretty
Drive around in their fancy cars
And almost all of them
Looks like famous movie stars
But some girls live in McDonalds
Them complains how they’re over weight
So they orders a diet coke
But the same food on their plate
The girls them from England
They are a little to cold
It will take a really hot fire
To try and warm their soul
There are some nice ones
You will find them in a bunch
Walking down London
Eating fish and chips for lunch
But I am a true trini
Like my roti and tomato
I like the old fashion girls
From Trinidad and Tobago
A girl picks cloths from the line
Fold and packs in a heap
Clean the front and back yard
Them go and take asleep
She boy friend don’t have much money
But he treats her very kind
In the evening they goes to naz cuisine
And have a very good time
Some girls are down to earth
Don’t like the glam and fame
That’s the kind of girl
I want to carry my last name
Please don’t get me wrong
Girls are beautiful all over the world
But some thing about them Trinidad girls
Is like mystery waiting to unfold
Sample rum quality, mmmm
Mix eggs, sugar, but-
ter, fruit , nuts self raising flour
sample rum again
pour rum over cake
Watch yerrrrr sshhhtep
Whoa.
Trinidad the land of my birth
it is the best place on earth
like every where we have problems
but by the grace of god one day we
will solve them, people of all races
are living here, you can see them walking
around without a fear, I have been to alot
of places some are good, some are bad,
many are very sad, that is why Trinidad
will always be the best place i ever had
so come to Trinidad and everyday you will be glad.
Angel of my life, only woman I adore
Never will there be anyone that I could ever love more
Goddess of the earth, your beauty is timeless
Eternal flame of my heart, true love for you I profess
Lady so magnificent, please spare me some time
I promise to love you with a love that's sublime
Nefertiti is nothing compared to thee
Aphrodite is what you really are to me
True love from my heart I offer to you
Radiant beauty that makes my heart feel brand new
Immaculate angel, woman that I desire
No one else can put my soul on fire
In love with you I will forever stay
Darling even if you are millions of miles away
Angel I know you already answered another man's call
Death would be sweeter now because I can't have you at all
I remember the land of drums I was born
bedded beneath great hanging nets;
the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled with stuff,
the red tricycle and pedal car
that made me race and made me puff.
I remember the hounds of revolution nightly howl
on the streets of my island home.
Now I reign afar in the land of my exile
as might a king given up his throne
I remember my first day of school so bleak,
a gingerbread house on Picton Street
where I first kissed a sweetheart cheek.
Hearken tales of men in Sherwood,
Nelly Stone in her rocking chair
reading The Adventures of Robin Hood.
The loud guttural yard turkeys’ gobble and flap,
and kids singing their songs of joy.
I remember the year, the girl, the songs
in all its virtue when I was a boy
I remember the front yard we would play
and the annex rooms we called home
watching The Riki Tiki Show at 17 Gray.
Waving at the Queen’s royal parade
down on Saint Clair Avenue
in the crowds following her motorcade.
I remember huddled around the old valve radio,
long siestas in the hot afternoon
till late beneath a corner streetlight halo
raving drunk slumped Blue Moon
I remember sticky chewy peanut brittle
with my cold Nestle chocolate milk
while gorging my tummy little by little.
Behold down-de-islands dashing
in a pirogue out on Grand Fond Bay -
the sea spray across the bow crashing.
Watching as darkness fell on high moon and tide
shining on bay and jetty so bright,
when as young eyes grew weary I would
rest at peace all through the night
I remember all dressed for Sunday School
and afternoons at the Country Club
splashing around in the swimming pool.
And at sea playing captain and sailor
on board a ship Panama bound
in my cabin with my toy boat and trailer.
I remember the ports and voyage of no return
into the yonder crossing the equator,
when old Neptune rose from the undersea
to bless our ship and navigate her
Written: September 1990
Hear the shout of “SEA!” where ends the land
down Manzanilla way on windward shore -
on coconut road, on golden turtle sand
and follow a far trail of palms to its door.
Upon old plantation footprint I stood,
coco lillies and beach flowers I’ve smelled,
when beachcomber island castaway driftwood
my mother’s full and cradled arms held.
In seine nets from Cocal to Mayaro
villagers pull carite, wahoo, mackerel, and shark,
and dig for chip-chip and watch fireflies glow
as bright the pitch-oil lamps burn after dark.
Like leatherbacks in Grand Riviere I will return
before my oil and lamp do cease to burn,
when eerie is the billfish feeding ground
and missing are the pelicans stormbound.
Gaze out to sea upon blown rig and sail
in our fright’s strand on stormwatch to the south,
heed the mighty whirlwind, its scything trail -
Galleon’s Passage to the Serpent’s Mouth.
See the bended trees on coconut row
when lightning fork flashing turns night to day -
let it thunder, let it rage, let it blow
across river and swamp in Cocos Bay.
When jittery estate cattle away are led
and heron, egret, petrel, ibis, and frigate bird
take flight for cover when all else have fled
till a cockcrow at early dawn is heard.
Like leatherbacks in Grand Riviere I will return
before my oil and lamp do cease to burn,
when eerie is the billfish feeding ground
and missing are the pelicans stormbound
Written: July 1996
Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road
Long it behoves me my thanksgiving
to you, aunties Yvonne and Jocelyn T.
For all the love you showed withal
and for all the good you saw in me
Hearken the jumbie bird in the night,
the heat of day and smell of rain.
And QRC bell tower sombre tolled
the hills and valleys of Port of Spain
The crowd’s roar filled its cricket halls
on window row to a grandstand view.
And an open door its gates would be
to weary travellers passing through
By candlelight on evensong sabbath
I saw hands petitioned in God’s raise.
And among portrait, altar and chattel
an old ne-gro woman chanted in praise
Downstairs eating pepper mango,
salt prune and sweet preserved plum.
And upstairs the ghosts of the dead
a trickery of wind and light become
With long treetop fruit picker in hand
softly chorused the sound of Greyfriars.
When joyfully as I picked to my ear
sung the weekly Church Group Choir
Up creaky staircase bedroom chamber,
pantry annex and old livery quarters.
Home to where my grandfather lived
with his wife, eight sons and daughters
In Christian soldier evangelical prayer
waited I for sleep’s silent lull perchance.
O but late by BBC midnight wireless
did growl the dogs in lunar trance
I followed the trail back to its past -
a prodigal son on long returned stay.
When time and fate and the risen sun
dawned upon a much younger day
Written: January 1993
Oh what a time we had riding on the bus to the Centre!
The scenery was amazing
We felt as if we were with VS Naipaul as we journeyed
The roads were smooth
The atmosphere conducive to productivity
The laughter, the smiles, the shared experiences were enough
To put our minds at ease as we constantly asked the driver to turn off the ac
And mek we feel the cool breeze…
Oh what a joy, oh what a pleasure journeying with my colleagues to the Centre!
How I long to see the sunrise,
How I thirst for the ocean.
My feet weary,
My eyes tired,
My soul weakens.
Oh mother nature!
Once so kind to me,
When you bore me
Upon thee earth
No better place,
No better haven.
Sweet melodies,
Cheerful laughter,
Children playing,
Steel band rehearsing.
Trinidad the place of my birth
Childhood memories
That cannot be erased
Friendship formed,
Bonds unbroken,
Time frozen.
I hear that a girl in Trinidad
Looking for a very good husband
My brother says she father rich
Will give me house and land
Well I must admit I thought
This sounds like a good plan
So I decide go to Trinidad
And become she loving husband
When the plane land in the airport
It was getting kind of late
So we drive straight to her house
And we pack up by the front gate
We see the girl from the window
And we find her looking nice
Ah tell myself I make up my mind
I don’t need to think twice
Then we hear a fellar crying hard
Next door in a hammock
First time I hear a man bawl and cry
So I was kind of shock
My brother say boy see that man
He has some serious tabanca
He maybe likes some girl
And get run by she father
Turns out the feller next door
Well he wants to marry she
But she father says they poor
And they don’t have no money
So he trying to get a man
From America to come down here
But he really don’t know in America
Most of the men does live on welfare
Now I feeling bad for the feller
Because he really love her bad
How can I marry the girl he love
And take her away from Trinidad
But what if I don’t marry she now
And the father finds a next man
This poor feller might get a piece of rope
And hang his self in the cocoa land
So I say yes I want to marry she
I love her from head to tail
But he only way I marrying we must
Come out side cover up with a veil
Well we take the feller san Fernando
We walk in ram mohess tailoring
I Said make us two identical suits
We have to go to a set up wedding
The feller wears the suit
And he comes through the window
The pundit ready for the wedding to start
So he wears the veil and walk out the door
All the father rich friends from Trinidad
Gathered for the wedding day
But when he see is the poor man she marry
He gets heart attack and faint away
Well to make a long story short
The next time I when to Trinidad
I see she father with two grandchildren
Playing foot ball in the back yard
Cool Trinidad girls
They running on the beach
And they playing around
Dancing to the music
And singing a song
Does matter what age you are
Or if your hair is full with curls
You all are superstars
You are Cool Trinidad girls
Going San Fernando having fun
Shopping for the latest style
Hannah and Amanda
Laughing all the while
Some wear diamonds
Some like pearls
Put them all together
And you will get cool Trinidad girls
Some like to go to the mall
Some will stay home and cook
Some like to watch movies
Some like to read a book
Some like roti and tomatoes
Some like porridge ten day old
Put them all together what you get
Cool Trinidad girls
Some do house work
Some polish nails
And they always know
When the stores have sale
Some like doubles with pepper
Some eat MacDonald’s fast food
Don’t mess with them
They all got attitude
Some like a red solo sweet drink
Some like sorrel and Maury
Some don’t like to share ice cream
Like my cousin Julie
So a message to Trinidad boys
Take it and keep in your souls
Don’t ever miss with
Them cool Trinidad girls