MY JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES THERE WAS TONI JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SEATED WITH DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY A JAMAICAN TALIBAN FEMALE DRUG CARTEL FROM LIVERPOOL PRISON TO CANADA TO WEST PALM BEACH HOUSING A WIDE RANGE OF IDENTITY POCKET OF NOTHINGNESS CRAVING MY DEATH THROUGH TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL DATA BREACH NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN MURDERS SUGAR CANE PEDDLERS HACKING INTO MEDICAL INFORMATION SHAME ON YOU GIRL I DIDN'T FEAR YOUR SCUM WHEN YOU ARRIVED WITH YOUR GUNMAN I CERTAINLY DON'T FEAR DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY LIVERPOOL CONVICTED FELON 9 YEARS SMUGGLING DRUGS FROM CANADA TO ENGLAND BACK TO PATTERSON NEW JERSEY DRUG SMUGGLERS JAMAICAN MULES.MULES STINKING MULES STEALING AMERICAN IDENTITIES TO FUND YOUR NETWORK OF FRAUD DATA BREACHES JAMAICAN TALIBAN CULT ICE WILL REMOVE YOUR OPERATION FROM WEST PALM BEACH BACK TO THE WEST INDIES
GOD BLESS AMERICA
The sea was in trouble; turning from blue to black
Nothing alive could survive, said Captain Quack
His ship was bouncing by the storm this night
Everything felt lose, nothing tied down tight.
We were tossed and blown, a sailor fell into the sea.
He screamed a few times, many hands counted three.
A shark was seen circling, so we turned away.
It was too gruesome to think about, too late to pray.
Our clipper ship was bound for the West Indies.
Where spices were waiting of all textures and degrees.
We lost four bodies in all during this storm of strife.
Two cooks, a whipping boy, and the captain’s wife.
Judy’s catchy enthusiasm galvanized our pirate crew
so we set sail down the seven seas, ocean blue
yo-ho-ho- we sang loudly, merry and gay
other fearsome pirate ships moved out of our way
excitement permeated our mission, our spirits high
we kissed all our hardships, doubts and do nots goodbye
stirred up, we were filled with crazy amounts of joy and glee
ready to be as evil and mean as Simon La Gree
We are going to make our enemies walk the plank we sang
giving exuberant cheers, our enthusiasm as loud as a bang
we snarled and grouched, and fought over who would be chief
arguing all the way to the largest West Indies big reef
she had set our hearts afire, giving us confidence galore
We were still arguing about it, when we reached a sandy shore
in a very short time, our Judy was elected captain by a vote
I could not argue about it in this island, remote
A woman journeyed to the island of Jamaica in the West Indies
The island of be happy and don’t worry
First thing the woman did was laid on the beach
Soaked up some sun
There were many people among
The woman me a Jamaican man
She was American
Romance elevated through the air
They both did moon walks on the beach
Dined and sipped tropical drinks
Nights were intense full of interlude
Kissing being the conclude
The woman’s vacation had come to end as she spent a week, and had to return back to the US, and back to work
The Jamaican man gave the woman a gift, and told her not to open until she got back to the states
The woman was sitting on the plane to return home, but was so excited about the gift, she had to open right there on the plane
When the woman opened the gift, a box into another box
The discovery was a small box Coffin with a note inside stating, “WELCOME TO THE LAND OF AIDS”
Months later, the woman got sick
Death history
It's not a secret
sonic weapon
deployed
by a hostile
geopolitical power,
it's not a mass
psychogenic
illness.
Its something much
more mundane,
says the electrical
and computer
engineering professor:
"It's only crickets;
the mating call
of the short-tailed
West Indies cricket,
to be specific,
(of course it is),
with a chirp
that’s extremely
annoying
to the point
it can cause harm
to humans."
So, if the cricket
sounds cause
headaches,
ringing ears,
fatigue,
and brain damage,
just calm down
and don't be
hysterical
about it.
sailed into the pirate moon, is what we did,
South of the Indies with that whipper boy kid.
our clipper ship was bound toward Jamaica now
We would get there somehow, none of us knew how
the moon was frightening, the clouds were disappearing fast.
The only sounds were snoring, I lay down beside the mast.
An ominous night, frightening, swallowed up by this moon.
I heartily prayed that I might be shakened awake soon.
Exotic flower, native to Caribbean, Brazil, Peru, Bolivia
Growing wild in West Indies and Argentina
It takes you six years to reach maturity and bloom
You are worth the wait
On third voyage five centuries ago
sailed the Spanish Main a Queen’s fleet south-west,
and the age of discovery’s great glow
shone upon caravels in ocean quest.
Into island passage beyond gulf trail
through Boca del Dragon on landing wave
led the Genoan’s flagship under sail -
safe travelled and spared a jagged reef’s grave.
“Behold far Indies, land of sun and realm -
by crown and Royal Warrant I claim thee!”.
That virgin New World, that far crossing helm,
these possession Isles of the Trinity.
In a mariner’s tale there’s one true love -
sea and tide below and the stars above.
Written: December 1995
is a mass hysteria
induced by the sound
of Indies short-tailed crickets mating,
not, as conspiracy would have it,
the result of a sonic weapon,
a microwave attack,
or malfunctioning eavesdropping equipment.
Likewise, the Sausalito Hum
was not a snooping Russian sub,
or newly laid electric cable.
No, blame the love sick plainfin midshipman,
a simple toadfish sounding off like a foghorn.
Pay no attention to the banshee cry of the lynx,
or to the brush-tail possum sounding off like machinery grinding,
not to puffins like chainsaws,
not to cheetahs chirping,
not to koalas bellowing,
not to ptarmigans chatting like cartoon characters.
Stories of spying and international espionage might be exciting,
but Mother Nature is much more surprising!
Inspired by "Animals Keep Creating Mysteries by Sounding Weird", Ed Yong, The Atlantic, January 8, 2019.
If I was an Australian lorikeet
I’d allow you to call me Mr. Birdseye Pete
Flying to the East Indies rather neat
Yes I would travel far to find my sweet.
Pretty nest we’d make that you could not beat.
All eight of our boy birds we would call Pete.
The girls would be called names that rhyme so neat.
Possible names like Jeet, Bleat, Feat, and Sheet.
I will have a wife the next time we meet.
Or my name is not Mr. Birdseye Pete.
History told us was a new world,
Futher more was discovered by Christopher Columbus,
Dominated by working corps red Indies,
And build by sweat and blood of black slaves,
Other whisper that is land of Lincoln,
But echo sound remind me is land of no one,
There racism is common like cumulonimbus clouds,
Being black is an offense of billions killers,
Justice is the common blacks dream in land,
Oh! Partisans let them tripartite mare anger,
My sons and daughter sing different anthem,
Anthem of justice and acknowledgment in the land,
Holds me friends this is the land of everybody,
Let’s have courage and defend our dignity.
A Beautiful Sailing Ship
Great white sheets spread before Auster's wind seem to fly.
She sails ocean rout's course coming from East Indies.
My eyes take in ship's sight: be her goods Celanese?
High top-gallants with main-royals full blown in sky.
Gale speeds merchantman's race toward home with pennant high.
White capped bowsprit now seen pitching through waves with ease.
Spray goes by the boards - rainbows in a right strong breeze.
SeaQueen makes for where huge London town markets lie.
She takes tea and cloth, jewels from Maylay Isles.
Cargo's weight is worth nine million in sterling paid.
Sleek windjammer still needs travel far thousand miles.
Fine East Indian prize conducting Bombay trade.
Bold coast pirates could be menace with corsair wiles.
Queen's speed keeps her well safe- no chance of carvel raid.
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-07-11 09:42:33]
THE ISLANDS OF IMAGINATION
Our trek was in the mind, no ifs or buts :
Our trek was amongst the yards of trading estate factories.
First factory had piles of metal off-cuts -
Pick ‘em up with ease -
With brass or chrome machine parts imperial -
Gold and silver from the Indies’ isles.
Then the shirt factory’s end-of-run yards of material
And excess thread on huge bobbins, all styles -
Brocades and muslins from Ophir.
Tyre factory offered piles of sheet rubber to Zeus,
Aztec latex offerings to the gods of myrrh.
Factories like islands offering their exotic produce.
Between the factories rusty railtracks, the best,
With oceans of wildflowers for mum, more than enough.
Today’s computers find imagined treasure chests
On make-believe game islands…but we found real stuff.
………………………………………………………………….
Note….as boys we often went hunting thru the yards of factories collecting interesting stuff being thrown out
Caribbean Flavor.
~~***~~
Cool Caribbean breeze
Softly whispering your name
Intoxicating.
West Indies waters
Cooling my heated body
Invigorating.
Tall coconut trees
Towering over the sea
Intimidating.
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INDIA VS WEST INDIES STREAM SCORE TROLLZ
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