Kingston Poems - Poems about Kingston

Number six. "Good morning, my name is David Brown. I'm a humanist chaplain volunteer. I like to do the rounds and have a natter." "That's interesting, David. Do sit down. So what motivates you here? How do you speak to spiritual matters?" "Well, I’ve been there, and I like to try and help. I was clinically dead from a...

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Number one. "Good morning. Would you like tea with your breakfast?" No. I want milk with my porridge but it hasn't yet come." "You will have to ask them." "Who's them? Who should I ask? Which one?" "The people who do breakfast, who do you think?" "But they're not here. Can't you give me some milk?" "No,I only do...

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Here I am again waiting for it to rain Here I am again waiting to board the plane I have been searching for the moon But it is nowhere to be found It seems as if it is buried somewhere Underneath the distant cloud The sun is going down and is filtering a sweltering heat all over the street It has...

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If all Philosophy is a footnote to Plato Then all Rock & Roll —is but a tribute to the Blues (Chicago Illinois: August, 1994)...

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The guns are going off in Downtown Kingston Police and bad man are at war World War three just got started in the streets of Kingston We need to clean up the problem... without Dudus downtown is in a predicament The sound of guns going off is a constant noise...

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Lil Wayne Yung moola baby J.R I'm at War Chorus I'm at war Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need I'm at war Shawty I take a bullet for you girl cause you mean the world to me I'm at war Sean Kingston Me love you girl, you loving me So don't fight together cause it was meant to be Me...

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