Best Yuh Poems
Usher him out!
I think this was the Lord's house
Wait a second
Pastor where is the love of which you speak
All your brothers armed with guns not a Bible ...wi in the Middle East?
Usher him out!
Pastor something wrong ...isn't there a place for me, wid mi red lipstick, mi wig and mi modern day dress ...a little short but a fi mi ...
I don't have a place in heaven?
Mi nuh count inna the good book?
Mi nuh know the scriptures well but mi sure a part seh "render yuh heart not yuh garment"
Mi never go nuh theological school but mi heart clean although mi dress short.
I think in the Lord's house yuh woulda usher mi in.
Pastor mi have a problem with you telling me I have no voice because I am a woman.
Who give you the right to call me a prostitute just because I don't dress like your wife.
She may be silent but I will speak ...You will not take away my voice from me.
Usher him out!
Shouldn't you be the one inviting him in
Mi nuh understand this church thing
Love your neighbors as yourself...I guess you miss that part in the bible pastor ....I hear you call him hypocrite...isnt that what you are?
Usher him out a the Lord's house ...isn't this where you welcome us all in with open arms...it shouldn't matter how I look ... now we know who the real hypocrites are.
Categories:
yuh, christian, judgement,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Caress yuh lips, so sweet,
Down pon mi neck; slowly.
As yah feel the warm breath
Of mine climb down closeness to
reach in to kiss yah with a silky
tender touching tounge.
Where we can embrace our
love against the night in
harmony to sing bodies with
the greatest love of all....
Cum YUH to me Together, mi
ANGEL FOREVER!!!! Like A fit to
A GLOVE..... nuh the kissing game........
tis REAL!!!!!
Tribute to Richard Palmer/MI
ANGEL...... THANK YOU FOR
ALL THat yah are!!! NUFF LUV... BABZ
entered in the contest: the kissing game
sponcered by: destroyer~poet
Categories:
yuh, art, friendship, love, passion,
Form:
Verse
hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary,
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess,
and the rest!
catch yuh later,
got to go going to meet your sister!
05/17/18
8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim
Categories:
yuh, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Yuh come inna mi office
come tek out mi tings
yuh bright!!!!!!!!!!!
Mi nuh undastan yuh!!!!!!!!!!
Mi sey to miself...
"Lawd, mi a go forgive him....see di good side"
but nooooooooooo......
yuh come, nuff up yuhself and TIEF!!!!
Bwoy o bwoy....
ghost know who fi frighten...
clearly me a no one.
Come nuh...step in yah again!!
Me an yuh a go 'ave it out!
Tink seh mi likkle bit an caan mash ants...
wait likkle more...
King Kong piss up himself when me get bringle!!
An den yuh 'ave de audacity fi come laugh inna mi face!
Yuh no know who yuh a deal wid!!??
lata fi yuh...mi have betta tings fi do!
hhmmmmph!
NB: For those who may not understand the language the poem, it is written in
Jamaican Patois.
Categories:
yuh, angst, on work and
Form:
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
Categories:
yuh, corruption,
Form:
Carpe Diem
'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.
I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings.
Categories:
yuh, art, crush, desire, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
Mi have a serious problem with you young people that have no clue about our history or our culture.
"Mi nuh wear tablecloth like Miss Lou".... Dear Lord help the clueless... Send help father God if yuh nuh busy
Miss lady... Yes, you... how yuh fi call up the mother of our culture, Miss Lou name like yuh can walk in a her shoes?
Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley or Miss Lou, Jamaican poet, folklorist, writer, and educator
Miss Lou a national treasure and you are yesterday gone out of style fabric... "Gabardine" ... Here today, gone tomorrow... No one will remember you...no one will care... Kiss mi teeth... Get some knowledge... Only a dunce would touch an icon like our great poet, our first lady of our culture ... Classless... You need to come out of the Kardashian and Bling, Bling culture and understand your history
Pretty and dunce is not a qualification... History lesson 101... Miss Lou took our language to the world and made it acceptable so you and I could speak "Patois"...You classless girl
The fabric she wore is a symbol of Jamaica, our National Costume a part of our festival, a celebration of our culture... Yuh uninformed and classless girl... Pretty is not a qualification... Get a clue then remember to say the Honorable Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley you don't call her Miss Lou because you don't have "NO "clue.
Categories:
yuh, culture,
Form:
Free verse
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 festival don't forget to put the ackee and saltfish pan the side
The music sweet mi hear Bob Marley chanting there's a natural mystic blowing through the air
In the distance Tony Rebel reminding us jus how Sweet Jamaica is ... Mi nah left yah
Roy Rayon give thanks and praises we are still alive... And Shaggy keeping us on a mission
Oh what a feeling... Jamaica at 55
Look on the track... Usain Bolt the fastest man on earth... Asafa Powell, Veronica Campbell and Shelly Ann Fraser-Pryce waving the flag shouting we are proud to be Jamaicans.
We still have our Miss World Lisa Hanna
Jamaica has won on every world stage... Jamaica to the world... We are 55
"Mi heart full fi see Mi people a celebrate 55" Miss Lou saluting us from heaven's gate
What a celebration... Jamaica at 55... We know we are unstoppable, just watch the ride
Andrew Holness and Peter Phillips shaking hands telling each other " mi born yah and mi nah lef yah... Mi come fi fix yah "
From Kingston to Mobay all Jamaicans celebrating in true Jamaican style... Jamaica at 55
Yuh remember Jody-Anne Maxwell, Spelling Champion ... We on top on every stage in life
There is no feeling better than being a Jamaican we rise to the occasion every time!
No matter where we are, we understand the love of our home land...sweet, sweet Jamaica
We drink our rum, we jump to dancehall and move to our reggae beat... we celebrate our culture and our people
We all understand the struggle but out of many we are one people... We are Jamaicans
.. Sweet... Sweet Jamaica at 55
Categories:
yuh, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to jump the line, but duh big guy...
a mean-looking man yells,
" Get back on line, weisnheimer... I don't like doze
kinda of guys...yuh're just another customer! "
I am so hungry I could jeet a big cow,
an' wanna give him a piece of my silly mind!
"Oh my god...he makes me mad!"
" Yuh got a lotta nerve, buddy! " I yell back...
" Don't yuh mess with a goomba! "
" Oh, my god...I sound like doze guys from Duh Sopranos...
I wanna no drama, just my meatballs hero and go! "
Duh tall, chubby man stares at me an' says," Listen to me,
don't yuh tawk to me like dat! "...
" Yuh think...yuh're so special!" I axeya
in a nice way, so go back to the line...an' wait like dey do!...
" Do yuh understand? "..." Someone tell me...whatta I'm gonna
do with an idiot like dat? "
" Yuh still laugh at me like I am tellin' yuh a whacky joke! "
He freezes my words...I can't tawk;
and with a huge hero in my hand, I run back to my scash!
Translation:
I'm driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst,
I am having a craving for a sandwich;
I haven't eaten anything yet, and meatballs look great,
but I don't want to wait in line...
like these nice kids from North Carolina!
I try to jump the line, but the big guy,
a mean-looking man looks at me and shouts,
" Get back in line, wise guy...I don't like those kind of guys!"
" You are just another customer!"
I'm so hungry I could eat a big cow,
and I want to give him a piece of my crazy mind,
but the tall, chubby man stares at me and says,
"Listen to me, don't you talk to me like that!"
"You think you are so special! I asked you in a nice way,
so go back in line... and wait like they do!"...
"Do you understand?..."Someone tell me...what I am going to do
with an idiot like that?..."You still laugh at me like I'm telling you a crazy joke!"
He freezes my words...I can't talk;
and with a huge sanwich in my hand,
I quickly run back to my old-beat-up car!
Entered in Debarah's Guzzi contest, " Dialects make the world go around "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
yuh, funny, people, places, satire,
Form:
Narrative
An Army of soldiers from Prussia
Were ordered to add P to Russia
But down fell the snow
Where they stood to go
So Saint Patrick preached, "Let God flush yuh!"
Categories:
yuh, history, international, ireland, religion,
Form:
Limerick
Ah went to de party by miself
ah see a handsome fella watching mih,
like he can't take he eyes off mih,
but ah here standing in de corner
like if ah is wallpaper.
Ask mih to dance nah!
As ah listen to de
sweet music of de steel band
Great music of yesteryear
de songs ah love to hear.
Ask mih to dance nah!
While ah watch others sway
dey hips from side to side
tapping dey feet
to de melodious beat.
Ask mih to dance nah!
As ah long to be in yuh arms
feeling de warmth of yuh body
If only for one song
an ah hoping that it go be long.
Ask mih to dance nah?
Den ah will lean mih head on yuh
and ah will close mih eyes
and we wouldn't even think about
nobody around us.
Ask mih to dance nah
and ah will move with yuh
ah will groove with yuh
ah will follow your lead
as we mould together as one.
Ask mih to dance,
and mih answer will be
Yes, definitely yes!
Categories:
yuh, hope, love, romance, dance,
Form:
Free verse
2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal
Band yuh belly or just eat a food nah
Behind back is dog’, before face is Mr. Dog ha!
Geographically behind God back is Switzerland
Shush! Bush have ears, corruption in Fifa and other far away land
Well there is something brewing, something cooking up
Come hell or high water America aim for control, headquarters swoop
Yuh hear comess
Corbeau doh eat sponge cake or wear dress
Ey, cut eye doh kill
Dis corruption thing is ah skill
De mark buss
De gloves are off who come fuss
Boy beat the Iron while it hot
Yuh ‘WARNER’ retire to be free ah what
Well de mango doh fall far from the tree nah
Yuh either a Havelange, a Blatter or ah ice Glazer
Doh drink tea too sweet for nobody fever
Doh cut off yuh nose tuh spoil yuh face forever
Fifa put de cart before the horse
Scandal and corruption investigation enforced
Empty vessels make de most noise
Whether partnership or independent every bread have he cheese
Remember goat doh make sheep
So whichever leader ent going to care
He/she doh eat nice de say causing fear
I dey with dem jus come attitude about de same old stuff
Doh like tuh wok and jus loll off
I am just a simple storyteller
Political LEXOPHILIA
©Copyright June 9, 2015 by Brian PierreNasia Alexander
Categories:
yuh, corruption, political,
Form:
Free verse
It’s that time of the year when the shimmering lights come alive.
It’s Christmas time...Joy… peace and happiness in our homeland Jamaica.
The smell of mom baking the fruit cake with all the right spices and the aroma of hot chocolate tea permeates the Christmas air.
Mixing the sorrel with WATA, red label wine and don’t forget the white rum.
The honey glaze ham, the curry goat, and the gungo rice and peas are how yuh know yuh deh yard.
The magic of Christmas is complete when all the family sits around the table and remembers the good old days.
From our family to your family have a Merry Jamaican Christmas
Categories:
yuh, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
R- richness beauty,
prevails;
I- in love, we are, have we;
C- charisma n' sass', *yes we
do*, pon dis:
H- holy ground, before The
A- almighty grace, of family n'
friends, where peace n' unity;
R- realms, united tightly,
bonded, you and I;
D- deliverance silently,,,
A- another world~ring,
promised, aloud;
N- never to be darkened by,
D- darkness knights dawn...
C- cometh unto thy sun~Rae's;
A- alliance steeled skies, pure
n'
R- righteous colour to;
M- mend, heal, stir,
abundantly;
A- amen......
P- praise wise prayer;
A- and GOD will carefully,
L- listen; weary,
M- mercifully, cleansed,
weeping rain, drys;
E- externally,
R- rising us in sickness n'
health as:
F- faith and wisdom, stand
stone~rock solid, to cherry,
O- one another always perched,
proudly overcooled all
pathways; turned or unturned,
R- revived triumph waterfalls;
tear,
E- everlasting peak,
V- victoriously, we see, we
speak, wisely owl;and
E- entry Law,
R- ripely in strength,in love,
heart n' soul, ahhhhhhhhh "di
hell wid it," we juss suh, " Mi
GuN~ShoT, WED~LOCK;" fi
life, "Dem Gaza weh....#1
[PROPERTY OWNED] No
trespass, or a murdda yuh
dub~step in Holy
matrimony......
All Rights Reserved
Carma Reed
05-08-13
Categories:
yuh, beauty, faith, future, god,
Form:
Acrostic
(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
'Pon my back is de Christmas story
A carry God's son an' mercy
Down through the ages to wi glory
De baby born in Bethlehem's manger
Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger
Ole Balaam let mi carry him
Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy
An angel did appear to him
An' bring me square in history
Ole Balaam saw a star
Coming out of Jacob family
Jesus coming from beyond afar
To bring all sinners mercy
So one night breda Joseph call mi
Him seh O donkey come carry Mary
I know it was Balaam's prophecy
For Bethlehem's star was bright above me
No room, no room for the baby
Not a preacher in the earth was ready
So mi call 'pon mi animal family
Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready
The street was full of trafficking
While merchants count their money
Wi sang glory to man's joy born king
Jesus is the manger baby
Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again
Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over
Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain
Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer
Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free
The covenant of the ark is broken
Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee
Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken
But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done
A carry him before the cross
Mi labor till de second coming of the son
Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost
This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham
It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts. It
tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible
discourse.
Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song:
Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go
Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would
have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was
considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.
Categories:
yuh, faith, inspirational, sea, seasons,
Form:
Ballad