There are those special moments in life
That become etched in one's heart
Leaving a sweet precious memory
Etched….. never to depart
I have one so treasured memory
Though so simple in its act
Entered my heart and stayed
With a huge impact
We had a beautiful Magnolia tree
In the front garden of a past abode
A florist asked if she could prune it
Taking the cuttings to her florist to unload
Yearly she pruned the Magnolia tree
Always with an assistant there
This particular year it was a young girl
Lovely, pretty with dreadlock hair
When leaving the girl went to the front door
For what reason l did not know
What that sweet hearted girl did
Left my heart aglow
On the front doormat
She had placed one big beautiful magnolia flower
That innocent kind gesture
For me ….held so much power
It touched my soul in such a way
It has remained with me through time
Just a simple act of honest sweetness
Now forever etched in my mind
Categories:
dreadlock, appreciation, blessing, simple, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Ensnared in greed’s deadlock
Where I can’t open the lock
To the barn in which kindness stock
That humankind in its hour of need
Longs to free its soul from the greed
That frustrates the compassion feed
To save humankind from self destruction
Embedded in the social malfunction
In need of urgent rehabilitation and action
To braid the dreadlock
On which the empathy cock
Banishes spirits that mock
Restoration of rights unbroken
For the poor and the vulnerable forsaken
In curses in verses spoken
In tones filled with foresight
Both during the day and at night
To remove the blight
That bedevils my society
In every manner variety
That overlooks satiety
Which unless cured
To remove injustice lured
Into chords featured
In bonds of slavery
That overlook bravery
To promote the delivery
Of a more just social order
Which melts the border
Between fairness and unfairness for good removes disorder.
Categories:
dreadlock, poems,
Form: Free verse
The priceless honey pot has dropped from high
Fallen heavily on granite like egg
The pot is broken the honey is spilt-
How can I then live as if all is well ?
From my tear now I seek and eat my salt
The dreadlock on my head is not rasta's
But wool moulded by the grave dust and dew-
No ,I do not live as if all is well .
In my black rag I sit upon the slab
Cupping my hand on dimming candle light
Gazing like astronomer to see you
How sad ! I don't live as if all is well .
Locust has lost its wings the game is up
Its skeleton crawling the field of fowls
No ,your bereaved brother is not afar -
Think you not he lives as if all is well
Categories:
dreadlock, bereavement,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
My fluorescent beauty, with lips so pink and fruity
With a smile that's flawless an cutie
With skin, radiantly silky smoothie
And a kiss, so wet and drippingly juicy
like her melanin sista, illuminant with a glow
All that of a Lioness, let good vibes flow
take notice, this stand out, dreadlock girl
there are many like her, just saying, Wow!
©Copyright September 14, 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
dreadlock, beautiful, beauty, fruit, love,
Form: Couplet
(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
A handsome, dreadlock-wearing Prince
was My Lamar
With Big, brown Eyes and skin like
tar
Who was destined in LIFE, to score
many a par
Until FATE, saw fit to lead him, some
place, far
Which to Me, still seems so bizarre
When I recall him riding with DeWayne,
in the car
And, them funning, like it's "happy-
hour", at a bar
How it hurts, that he can't be where
We are
Despite of his being in the heavens,
A Rising Star
For his departure has left upon Us.
an impending scar
Categories:
dreadlock, death
Form: Elegy
Something about culture
Something deeper than root
Thicker than blood
More brutal than ancestry
Wriggling from the mud
Something inviolate
Absolutely unemancipating
Something the nomenclatured "badwud"
The aroma from the kitchen
Fresh herbs and logwood smoke
The crispy crunch of a delectable feast
Fried fish and bammy
Pepper pot soup, or the glammy
Aftermath of cowskin, cowfoot
Walking on the pleasure zone
Green pastures of the brain
Something about a sista in dancehall attire
A dreadlock on a stage shouting "fire"
Something about Jamaica
Umbilical cord of love
Rising from a Cockpit cave
Soaring like a kestrel
Over the Blue Mountain of love
Something about culture
Ties us there
And here I was in Germany
Prowling the world fair
Badwud sweeter than ganja light up the air
A rush of bodies
A crush of wings
Expleted and respectable rushing there
"Yardie in trouble" some declare
But I seeing a train hovering in midair
Understood the expletive
And only stood and stared
Jamaica like delicious mangoes
Bunching there.
Categories:
dreadlock, places
Form: Free verse