Long Kingston Poems

All things that scrub the ground like an old musty couch I saw you there seated with my very abusive ex husband wearing my under garments wrapped around your head I wondered just what you...

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Sweat is dribbling down my face, I am feeling hot
I can still hear the cracking sound swirling around 
And the night dancing to its own rhythm
The night suddenly fades in and the journey begin
That night...

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Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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THE IMPERSONATOR SAT BEHIND HER DESK OF TWICKERY FALSIFYING FILES AND MURDER CASES RECRUITING VIOLENT OFFENDERS TO END MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY FEAR ANXIETY LED ME TO CONTACT THE FBI AS I...

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The year that is about to make its last appearance 
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place 
in the history of our existence has brought  ?e joy, 
l° shall...

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History's Sad Song (Revised)

throughout my life
I've heard many a sad song
relating to the lyrics
that seemed to play too long

way back during the Crusade
where religious debt was paid
by the bloodlust of so many
could not ye God...

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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...

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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...

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This was my Seventh computer hacked stolen by jay townsend Johnson Henry hacking to personal information social security accounts bank a accounts severe breach cyberattack she even breaking into my home hacking accounts old cell...

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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...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and a Canadian WWII soldier in England.
His grandparents mostly raised him.
He...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18

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Remember it just like yesterday 
'Twas the sixth of August, independence day
Manley called the election, Busta took the drive
New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived
Topsy turvy, hurly burly, brick brack, nick nacks
All this wondorous excitement
Ever...

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The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
     Her parents did not hit her but their words were like whips;
They called her stupid, and told her she...

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Many years have slipped beneath the tide of time, yet still I remember.

I was just a youth, standing high above the world from Ocean Towers in Downtown Kingston, gazing out toward the pier, when my...

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A profession that's not the norm.
It borders on the absurd.
In the mountains and down the hollers,
powerful engines could be heard.

I decided to try something new.
Put my driving skills to the test.
Driving from Harlan County to...

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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...

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Used to be a happy go around…later shrouded in frowns…?
For many a birth places…what are the shades of their faces…?
A log of many a cases…where are the words of their paces…
Memories of a ghetto…not in...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I...

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I raced through my chores, braided my hair in cornrows
Meticulously washed my body, daub the back of my ears
The insides of my elbow, and my wrist, with my then cheap perfume
There my pulse beat, no...

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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...

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A man living in Tobago 
but he was born in Trinidad 
he loves his next door neighbor 
this is his story it might be funny or sad 

he really loves this woman 
he cant live...

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Let me show you the perimeter first Diamond with cool edges like water
Upon the shroudless sunshine of thirst That is the constellation he was after
Four well clad figures on the perimeter And a single soul...

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One cold red stripe 
Gi mi a white rum with a twist of lime 
Wi celebrating Jamaica at 55
Miss Matti pass the jerk chicken and festival don't forget to put the ackee and saltfish pan...

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