Long Kingston Poems

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

Thomas Flood                  ...

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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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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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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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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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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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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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Here they come the prancing drums and fife
That call the children from their village life
To run with glee and meet with fear horsehead,
Whooping bway or devil costumed in dread
And there pitchy patchy dancing for his...

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Other children wanted to see 
Kingston with its bright lights and teeming markets
The contentious noise of cars, and loud rackets
Of tongues tattlering their glee
To watch the shrewd bargains at the finger tips
The clever hands, and...

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Step by step, I steadily aged with time and wisdom.
I appreciatively obliged old bones to bow before kindred, king and kingdom.
Thank you mama for cleaning my snotty scum, 
thank you for caring when childish tears...

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Tears in my eyes... Another child dies in the streets of Kingston
Another  mother stood and watch her child take his last breath 
I hear her screams.... shouting  " Judgment  "
Tears mixed with...

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Today's artists are talented deficient
They lack truth in acting with only greed in mind
Yesterdays talent are dying slowly and disappearing
Computer generated images no talent just machines

Much like the videos games no talent just machines
Sports figures...

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A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track

This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an...

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