Long Maroons Poems

It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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I felt my name slip off his tongue 
Before he even thought to consider 
Whether to pronounce it 
Ashanti Asante or Asanti 

Oh Queen Nanny, let them be 
Pitch black warriors 
made night their playground...

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I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.

I had traveled by planes and by trains, by luxury ship,...

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Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel...

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Each step is like
   I’m walking on mist
for not a sound
   mumbles from beneath my feet.
With everything in full bloom
I can’t locate your scent,
my palate is overwhelmed,
and as I fight 
...

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Picture decibels of granite landslide wailing
Rocks of flocking tears tumbling savagely down
Upon the dry valley, and the heart's raining
Wide torrents of griefs in shoutings unknown
And then strangely the recognition
Each one knowing the time and condition.

I...

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Jamaica is our island’s name,
A land blessed with so much fame.
And for the part that our heroes  did play,
We pause to reflect and salute them today.
Nanny  of the Maroons was a heroine ,true...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.

Latial premise culture ......

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Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances

A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is...

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A frying dying yolk of sun winks at the dimming eve, the runaway ocean breeze… surf rushing, gushing over under feet; memories savor washing, cleansing conscious sweet 

Falling motion slowing backward hands reaching, grasping for...

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The Good Lord sent me from Zion… 
Arjuna!!... “I am that I am”!!!
The fowler goes round about me ...roaring like a wild Lion.. He desires to eat our young...our 
1st fruits
Fruit of the Prince of...

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Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones 
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what...

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Let my voice represent those seeking emotional, physical and or mental emancipation!
Let my voice be that of the woman whose cries go unheard in the humdrum activities of this life!
Let my voice be the microphone...

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That's a sin for God and all creation.
A stone-like heart best describes you.
Blood sei, Nubia tears, and a brief elision
Extremely wide and bone-white in hue.

The grin you used to wear long ago
Has vanished into a...

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Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains

Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....

This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses 

Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her

Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need...

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Songs and minutes, smoke and maroons
Swirl and shake in a majestic monsoon

Words and winds radiate from this relic
But it's heartily broken, hardening into a brick

She's surrounded by specks of sparkling sand
But notices nothing in this...

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Seasons of Sanity

Affect my a$$.
It is ever thus.
Each season percolates
Distinct chemical essences from the 
Cauldron of consciousness
Sloshing edge to edge in my brain pan.

Normalcy.
No one knows what that elusive
Formula could be.
Perceptions are refracted
A thousand times...

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I used to love Elvis's songs and watched all of his fine concerts;
then the long-haired Beatles came from England
and he was almost swept away in his own land!
Suddenly, new artists names appeared on the Billboard...

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life was the grains of hope
that slipped through my fingers,
the chilling breath that scurried
around my afflicted mind.
I heard your whispers
through the telephone wires,
felt your coldness
through a pretentious world.
No sister, nor brother
to confide in,
not that anyone...

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