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EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS VOODOO JAMAICAN ROOT I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT THEE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HELPS HER BREAK INTO OUR HOME TO RIPPED MY DISABLED HUSBAND SHORTS QUITE THE UNUSUAL STALKER INDEED WE ARE ALL AMERICAN MY GOD THIS IS REAL LIFETIME STALKING MY STALKER WAS ACTUALLY SELECTED BY THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BELIEVED MY STALKER COULD CLONE MY IDENTITY TO ACTUALLY COVER THE WIRES ON MY WOMB SHE INSTALLED ON MY WOMB THIS JAMAICAN SKANK BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY NOW SHES OBSESSED WITH MY POW WAR HERO SHE HIDES IN MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS DOG BED LASHING OUT SENDING THREATS STALKING HARRASING OUR BEAUTIFUL MARRIAGE A TERRIBLE BREACH I FEEL SORRY FOR HER IMPERSONATING ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHE IS A FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE DRUG CARTEL CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TOXIC FATAL NOW TARGETING MY WAR HERO THE LENT ON MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS SHORT MY STALKER OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE MALICE SHAME MARTHA BREA WITCH WALKING BACKWARDS LINSTEAD JAMAICA FREE FROM ME NASTY ABSOLUTELY HOW NASTY CAN YOU GET BACK OFF SKANK YOU HAVE GIANT FLEAS I FEEL SORRY LIKE JOHNNY TAYLOR SAYS I FEEL SORRY WHEN YOU CAN'T SAY THIS IS MY VERY OWN I BELIEVE IN YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU WITH GOD BLESS AMERICA
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Oh What a day
Oh What a day when black people stop pray
Pause and realize where their horizon lay
Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen,
What a day when we look in perception
and see the path that lead to today ,
yet we keep reliving the past
the ignominy of a bygone day.
Oh What a day
when we clear the path
of delusional ideologies and alien songs
Home is where the heart is
But in Africa, Humanity began
Oh what a day
when we see our purpose,
That from the cradle, the creator blessed us ,
not conceding to the thought, he cursed us.
Oh what a day
when our leaders
plants the seed of economic sufficiency
than clearing the path to cooperate greed.
When will our leaders in the west indies
Revisit our history and shine a light
To our glorious African history
That’s kept from our sight.
Oh what a day, when we hang our wall
An image of our creator
Blessed with the dark shades of the sun
Telling the truth, of how it began
Not reflecting what its never been
Oh what a day,
when we learn to love,
our African brothers despite what is said.
West Indies may be your homeland
America and others are a part
But if you are a blackman
Jamaica may be your homeland
but keep Africa in your heart
The motherland,
your primary thought.
Oh what a day
When we see the light
And know the meaning of life
That regardless of material things
There is a glorious life
In sharing, caring, preserving life.
Oh what a day
We don’t need no gold or diamonds rings
No motor cars, no air plane, none of these earthly things
For the riches that the earth possess
Even if you are a poor man , they are priceless
And if you are a rich man, they too become useless
Oh what A day, when the angels sings
And cashes not, just to wear the bling
That steals the soul, and corrupts the heart
Costing life at an escalating cost
Oh what a day when we start again
And share the spirit that our ancestors had
The love of our mother, sister and brother
Where dad played his part ,
Getting the harvest, bold and strong
Defending the virtues of the mother and Motherland
Oh what a day,
when the daily propaganda, no longer influence
Because we have taught the youth
Home is where the lesson is learnt
Righteousness the only path
For human coexistence,
We need a kind heart/
Everybody is a blank slate,
think of the potential they have,
if we start early, support them,
we can save them from a life that's bad.
We can build them until they can
do what others say can’t be done!
(The average IQ in Jamaica
is a frightening 71.)
Women have so long been kept down,
but we have made all of that change,
got women into the workplace,
the whole system we rearranged.
We’re the greatest enemy that
the Patriarchy has even know!
(Women’s happiness has declined
every decade since they left the home.)
We’ve taken it to supremacists
and drove them from the public square,
we can now begin a new age,
and all those pale folks best beware,
we’ll hold you all accountable,
and judge you by your ancestry!
(You all claim that this is justice,
but it sounds like The Klan to me.)
We have no need for religion,
don’t like superstitions or God,
we’re all here to think for ourselves,
and a new brilliant road we’ll tread.
To read works of long-dead zealots
must be some kinds of stupid joke!
(Speak carefully or be cancelled,
a heretic to the Church of #Woke.)
There is a war on poverty,
and it’s a war that we must win,
we’re building a better society
that operates on compassion.
We are taking care of others,
who could ever object to that?
(It’s easy to be compassionate
spending somebody else’s cash!)
Our voice have been long ignored,
but all of that is changing now,
we’ll march, protest, riot or burn,
if it helps spread our message loud.
We’ll probably tear up a neighborhood
if it gets some people to care.
(To get elected Democrats
must keep you poor and in despair.)
Sir Henry Morgan was a privateer,
And a ruthless, mean buccaneer;
Considered a pirate by the Spanish,
He became, in time a millionaire.
Henry was born in Wales to a farmer,
Gaining fame and fortune by valour;
He made a name for himself in Jamaica,
Soon he joined the Navy to become a sailor.
Captain Morgan and his large fleet,
Plundered the coast of Cuba to defeat;
Torturing the residents for their riches,
His ships and men did not know, retreat.
He enriched himself and his crew,
With hundreds of men and many ships too;
They attacked the Spanish Main,
On armed galleons, swiftly they flew.
Life on a wooden ship was not romantic,
Damp and cramped, filthy and botanic;
Pest infested; food spoiled and water reeked,
Sailors died, and some jumped ship, frantic.
He was ordered by Jamaica's Governor,
To return to port as a lawbreaker;
Morgan refused and gathered more ships,
He found the most daring pirates ever.
They set sail to attack Portobello with hopes,
Storming the Fort with ladders and ropes;
Staying for two months gathering and looting,
Collecting wealth, then leaving on their boats.
Morgan continued for years to plunder,
Talking enemy ships and prisoners;
He was finally arrested but found not guilty,
And he was appointed Jamaica's acting Governor.
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August 19, 2015
Rubaiyat
For the contest, A Storm On The Spanish Main, sponsor, Joe Maverick
Second Place
Jamaica gets a visitor, who is he?
Barrack Obama, we longed to see,
Just the mention of his name,
We feel surrounded with his fame,
When Air Force 1 hit the ground,
Zero silence, could be found,
Deaf ears opened, Blindness, now sight,
Programming Mr. President to alight,
There he was, the epitome, a true gentleman,
Class, diplomacy, alacrity and wisdom,
The distinguished leader, for all generations,
Visible to those led with wisdom,
Traffic congestion, it was a must,
Jamaicans too ecstatic to make it a fuss,
His famous words, "Yes we can,"
Reminding us to stick to the plan,
"No obstacles too hard, for you to cross,
You can do it, if you choose to trust,
Trust in yourself, you must believe,
Thoughts in your mind, you will achieve,
Thoughts of willpower, determination and hope,
Paving the passage for you to cope,
Your miracle, like mine, an instant away"
"You can do what you tell yourself! What more can I say?"
"Yes we can"
"Yes we can".
Jamaica,
Jamaica, The flag, gold, black and green,
Jamaica, The island, so many want to see,
Jamaica, The people, so friendly, so warm,
Just the perfect home, away from your home,
Jamaica, A sound education is a must,
Every child must learn, The main thrust,
Jamaica, The land of the agriculture plan,
Banana, sweet potato, cassava and yam,
Jamaica, home of the fastest people of all time,
Usain, Shelly Ann, Yohan, best of the kind,
Jamaica, Where the music makes you really want to sing,
Jamaica, The food, the fruits, bite into everything,
Jamaica, The place, you get great sunshine and rain,
Bizzy Tea to ease your aches and pains,
Jamaicas' Oliver, Ity and Fancy Cat,
Give us sweet laughter to remove all that,
That hissing sound, when there's no job around,
Turn the tv on, Is it time now?
Jamaica, sometimes the road is long and ruff,
We will persevere, We'll strive to be tuff,
Steadfast faith in the Almighty! It's true,
Gratetful for the positives that help us pull through,
Jamaica, Jamaica!
We'll always love you!
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
I love to travel anywhere, the more foreign the better for me,
Strange lands and how other people live is very interesting to see.
This travel bug I caught got started when I was only eighteen years old,
A college friend and I went to the Bahamas, we were fearless and so bold.
Then I started my career and I knew to take advantage of this time,
Each year I’d set off somewhere new, after saving my every dime.
I traveled to beautiful Hawaii followed by South America the next year,
One of my favourites was Bermuda, I was young, memories so dear.
I flew over to England and stayed for a fortnight to visit a new friend,
We toured all around Scotland traveling as far north as Land’s end.
After that I spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, the trips become a blur,
Many islands look the same, palm trees and beaches, others will concur.
Mexico was interesting studying the Mayans from Chichen Itza to Tulum,
Manzanillo to Puerto Vallarta, high cliffs where the waves crash and loom,
Got engaged in Myrtle Beach, so it holds a special place in my heart,
Then honeymooned in Jamaica where we spent not a moment apart.
Once the children came along, the travel plans required a major adjust,
We would go away on 5 year anniversaries, this was an absolute must.
A Caribbean five island cruise then the next trip two weeks in New Zealand,
But my favourite place remains the Greek islands, windmills, sun and sand.
Liechtenstein, Austria and Switzerland was a mother-daughter trip,
I showed her the ropes of travel and how much to leave for a tip.
Seems this travel bug of mine has proved to be a little bit contagious
My daughter now loves travel but her destinations are more outrageous.
While traveling is usually an educational journey, one that I just adore,
I’ve had moments in Egypt and the Holy land, that chilled me to the core.
But even during these very scary times, one thing that stands forever true,
The people there were kind and caring, someone always willing to help you.
I think that I still have a few more trips left in me, if my pocket book holds out,
Need to see eastern Europe, China and Africa, there’s more to learn, no doubt.
For the meeting of new people and learning their culture, gives my life new lease,
It provides the burden of proof that all should know, we need to work for peace.
Written by Lee Ramage
For Contest "Close your eyes and click your heels"
Come all, sail along with me!
Welcome aboard to a Pirate's Ship of World History
I’ll be your story teller, to you I will relay
All about the great buccaneer named, Sir Henry
Sir Henry Morgan was his complete name
Whose valiance had brought him huge wealth and fame
Plundering ships…. storming the Spanish Main
Doing his mission with no mercy…his fierceness’ flame!
This valiant Welsh Army showed his atrocity
Since the later time of sixteenth hundred century
Seizing Providencia, , Puerto Principe and other towns
Elected as admiral after conquering them all successfully.
Ruthless attacks went on… invading Spanish settlements
No fear at all, a notorious privateer of English men
Aiming Puerto Bello, a city with vast treasure that time
He took over 200,000 pieces of eight, such a glorious reign!
Gathering all men to his eleven-ship fleet
Deliberating Cartagena de Indias, their next hit
But his intoxicated men had accidentally ignited his ship
His fleet was reduced, Maracaibo was the next goal to defeat
‘Though he’d sometimes unlucky chances along the way
Storms, striking reefs, or captured ships….yet, no dismay
Epic voyage continued in large vessels with his unique tactics
Most Audacious Leader of Expedition: his West Indies’ Name Display
That was his most significant voyage from 1665 and beyond
Where he also sailed with greater fate at Cow Island
On 1670, he targeted Panama firing and burning its ground
And conquered the whole troops of Gov. Perez de Guzman
Sir Henry Morgan was a respectable man ‘til he died
For he did his mission for England’s sake, 'though he was tried
His immense contributions to Jamaica were remarkable
A dependable Hero in his power, one of the England’s Prides!
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 30, 2015 1.55pm
We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? It’s the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants. It's robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from those we love—that they will be there for us in both good times and bad, just to feel good about ourselves.
What does America mean to me? It means so much. It’s the place where I was able to educate my children while working from sunrise to sundown, enduring pressure and humiliation. Yet, every sunrise holds more promise, and every sunset brings more peace.
We seek solutions for all the hateful people. We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking that created them. We can’t sit back and do nothing or wonder when the racial hatred will end. I believe Putin’s war in Ukraine targets the wrong people; we seek justice for hate crimes.
What does Jamaica mean to me? It is the place of rhythm, swing, and dance, where one can fall in love today and be deceived the next. We seek answers, but only God knows that His creation is out of control. We seek peace, and peace comes with love. Where there is no love in one's heart, there will be no peace.
We all possess a little wisdom, but did we put it to the test? God opens millions of flowers every day without forcing their buds. Food for thought, my poetic friend: Be vigilant, be wise, and never trust anyone.