Jamaican Poems - Poems about Jamaican

SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I REPORTED THE STENCH TO THE FBI AND STRIP CLUB LITERALLY BLEW UP MY HUSBAND PETER SRRIPPERS WERE EVERYWHERE PETER TRIED...

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SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY FRAUD CRIMINAL GROUP YOU WILL NEVER EVER IMPERSONATE ME YOU WERE MISLEAD BY SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND CIRO GARGANO AND PETER GARGANO IF YOU HURRY YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO IMPERSONATE PETERS WIFE USE HER IDENTITY IMPERSONATE HER OR ONE OF CIRO’S WIVES YOU CAN...

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You came from Jamaica a lowly migrant climbing into my window sending me threats terrifying terrorizing my children shooting in my home for my American poetry devastating you held on to my abusive ex husband your gunman my hitman killed at my feet just in the nick of time I fled for my very life...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low. Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze. With eyes full of kindness and words like a song She saw through the...

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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...

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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...

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(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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS I remember Christmas of yesteryear Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red Mixed with white Euphorbias in the flower bed A visit to Nathans for cloth to make dresses And drop curls all round my...

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