MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt
Buy she knew this was the right decision
She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her child's next life
I'm the early morn before the rising of the sun
She sung lullabies from her mother She learned
Before giving her only child a tender kiss on her forehead
Then ending her last moment with a hug
Her child's cries drowned out by the silence of freedom
Her child sunk to her watery grave
Protected from ever becoming a slave
She was born to be free
And that all her mother ever wanted her to be
Her love for her daughter transcended time
She felt a hole in her chest
As if she had been hit with a bullet
But she would do it again if it protected her daughter from enslavement
Even if it meant the loss of her child would break her
But a mother love is selfless
It's why her daughter kanoa had to be let go
Her name important, her name meant the 'free one'
Her daughter the epitome of freedom
She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen in the highest esteem.
Hailing from Ghana's Gold Coast as an Ashanti or Akan—"A free woman!"
His Excellency the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey Jr. "Visionary Diasporan."
Founder, Universal ***** Improvement Association and African Communities League.
Created the Black Star Liner, forging the link between African and North America
Desiring to take his people back to their ancestral African roots, starting with Liberia.
The heroic grandfather, The Honorable Paul Bogle, says, "No taxation without representation!"
National Jamaican hero, Stony Gut Baptist Church deacon, and Morant Bay "Victor!"
Usually referred to as a "Shaka Zulu Pickney," an ancestral famed freedom fighter.
Proverbial singer Bob Marley uplifts his grace in the song "So Much Things to Say."
Faces printed on currency show the value of national and cultural pride—"None to hide!"
Standing on many shoulders, such strengthening standard-bearers, faithfully abiding!
Jamaican proverb
“when you see an old lady run, don’t ask what’s the matter
you run too”
I read this and laughed
I am old lady
I get it.
If I am running
there is a bear, a bull or an alligator chasing me
or maybe an enemy with a machete
great advice and marvelous proverb
Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I will never ever fear scum like you carrying a rubber badge you obtained from Gargano strip club on fletcher ave.in Tampa bay don’t forget who you are you are actually times 30 Gargano ran a garbage disposal strip club of females just like you only you become obsessed with my identity freak of nature back off sorry you got caught in bed with my abusive ex husband this gave you false hope that you could audition to become me after death Ha ha ha ha truly funny twisted and sick ha ha ha ha stop breaking in my home for underwear that won’t make you me dear ha ha ha ha you are very twisted ewwww thank you god for exposing this imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry Tampainian clone.
I am American
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
Looking forward all winter for my vacation
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the water fountain
Come and jam to the tunes of the Marleys
Hanga-langa and check out the Harleys
The Jamaican food—colorful, soulful—sublime
One look and I knew right away I would need more time
to enjoy Reggae 'Pon The Mountain
We bought masks, jewelry and tasted the cookies
Ingredients pure, strong, overwhelmed—we felt like rookies
C’mon stay mon, enjoy the music all day, sangalanga on Topanga
You know the Canyon known for the rock-stars?
Three days of festive delight, tonight be romantic, sleep in your cars!
Our host thanked us and said Jah be with you, Rastafari
We waved as he drove off in his Ferrari
We’ll be back tomorrow for the Caribbean callaloo
where we’ll stay all day and enjoy the hullaballoo
A music festival up on the mountain
(APROPOS OF THE MANY OF US: THE GREEN VILLAGE)
PROLOGUE:
Some don’t quite get it…
Life will reveal it to you:
Mothers are of God.
A
Keeping hope alive…
Strong stalwart sable sisters:
These are our mothers.
B
Ebony beauty…
Sustaining us in all things:
God bless our Mothers.
C
Beautiful sable souls…
Audaciously bold in faith:
Praise God for Mamas.
D
Ploughing up our hope…
Tears nourishing our courage:
Moms cultivate men.
E
God’s labouring wombs…
Moulding navels of His love:
Mothers…God’s angels…
EPILOGUE:
Happy Mothers’ Day…
Queens of our eternity:
Navel giving souls…
This is not my life
Where is the remote
I wanna rewind
What was on my mind?
This is no joke
Was I on some dope?
Smoking shag or sniffing coke
Is there any hope
I just can’t cope
Wasted time in school
Ignoring all the rules
Thought I had the tool
Now winding up a fool
This can’t be my life
Who to blame
When I took life as a game
It’s as if I’m going insane
Just disgrace and shame
God, it was just a dream
It was just a dream
But it seems so real
Life seems so mean in that funny dream
Gotta wake up, wise up and flip the scene
Karl Karlos Goulbourne
Mama
Her patient love
Her caring voice
Her kind deeds
Her loving heart
A woman of integrity and pride
One who would do anything for her child
A wonderful person is she
Who gives of herself to all including me
Even though she can be strict
She can also be fun
When hard times come
She shines like the sun
And always over come
By: Karl Goulborne
CHANGE
Change mus come
No matter whey yu tun
It ah go come
Even if yu run an’ hide
Or tan an’ criticize
It ah go com’
Yu decide fi hav sum fun
Shootin off yu big long gun
Mekk some life dun
In the Isles of de sun
Cho, change ah go com
Weddah yu want fi look pon it
As small change or big change
Change ah change
An’ it ah com
365 days in ah de year
Waste everyone if yu dare
But change ah go still com, yu hear
Yu who are in school
Yu brukk de golden rule den say
Dat is so cool, others say yu fool, fool
Change, ah whey yu deh
Change is inevitable
Change ah go com
Matter of fact, whether we like it or not, change is here
Change is a must
Change is constant and it begins in us
Jamaican Pantoum New Year’s Day 2015
I wake to the crash of the surf on rock
lean to see the palm trees sway
hear the blackbirds scold and mock
see driftwood floating in the bay
I watch the palm trees bend and sway
feel the sea’s breath stroke my skin
leaves and driftwood litter the bay
and freedom stirs within
the sea breeze soft upon my skin
I sense a turning of the tide
a seed of freedom blooms within
and laughter bubbles deep inside
I move with the turning of the tide
burn as the fire burns in my soul
I’m wild and laughing deep within
I know nothing, have no goal
I know a fire burns in my soul
I hear the blackbirds scold and mock
but this moment now, it has no goal
I’ll lie and listen to surf on rock
PREFACE TO A JAMAICA FAREWELL
When I’m gone
remember me in tamarind season
reflecting the bitter
sweet of life we shared
Raise eyes
to the ambers
and blues of Caribbean skies
Listen to the thunder
and hear my soul
soaring
In the searching winds of time
look for me in the ebb and flow
of the tides:
Frothing the shores
with salted memories.
Lazy afternoon repast can be found,
Resting under a sheltering palm.
While troubles melt amongst,
Calm serenity.
Engulfed this careless castaway,
Setting adrift.
Mingling surf unto spray, and mist.
Welcoming me to mine,
Jamaican paradise.
Soft breezes carry aloft, high above,
Calm tranquility.
Waves brush smooth crystal sands,
Spreading eternally.
Enjoy vacations latitude limitations,
Without boundaries.
The island rhyme entices capturing,
Inner spirit to flight.
Imaginations glorious brilliance shines,
Exposing a crimson horizon.
Forgotten life's stress,
It's left miles behind,
Here simplicities refuge surrounds.
Freedoms song plays, separating realities,
Interruptions they aren't aloud.
Safe harbor beyond human intervention,
Releasing solitude's prisoner.
Let God be my judge what happens,
Here remains known only unto myself.
My heart lies at anchor beside tranquil,
Breezes across distant Caribbean Seas.
An ideal dreamer setting sail towards,
The melting sun.
BY CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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