Long Pone Poems
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neighbor Maggie hear a noise
last night outside the window
she see two man in the yard
they stealing she ripe mangoes
so she call the police
he say we eh have no jeep
call back tomorrow
‘right now ah going to sleep
but she didn't know one of the man
was her own son rammet
he thieving the mango to sell
for money to buy cigarette
so she husband pelt some big stone
and one of them fled
when he see its his son rammet
he hit him one tap on his head
do you know a story like this
if the answer is yes
well my good friend
that is a little trini commess
sandrin buy new certains
she decorating for christmas
she say people jealous she
because she have ah color tv first
rookmin living next door
sandrin husband boysie does tackle she
he say if he was ah bee
he know where to find the honey
rookmin don't like the man
but he won't leave she alone
from the bakery he send she
ah sweet drink and cassava pone
when she gone to tell he wife
sandrin say my man ah want you
you thin like ah jarkie
and your face like ah manicoo
boysie come out side
he say woman why you lying on me
when i washing my toyota
i see how you was watching my body
sandrin gyul they all jealous you
you have the best shape in the place
from all the way up charlie village
straight down to poonam trace
boy the man lie and get away
by the skin of he teeth
the next day he giving rookmin
sweet eye in 2nd street
do all trini woman know a man like this
if the answer is yes
well my good friends
welcome to a little trini commess
Commess is just a case of confusion
Or sometimes a mischievous mood
That affects every one in Trinidad
A simple misunderstanding or stupid attitude
My Lonely years.
Always on the outsie looing in
Deemed to fail before I’d begin
Alone in my plarstic bubble
I’d face a new mountain every day
Took to heart everything people would say
The prison whereI dwelt had an open door
Fear and doubt struck me to the core
Lost in my lonely years
Broken hearted I cried an ocean of iternal tears
The mirror my nemisis that controlled me
I couldn’t see what others could see
Standing upon the preferfice of a deep gorge
Swaying in the wi nd
Couldn’t take anymore.
My struggle took me to dark places I didn’t want to go
Where the biting cursing wind would blow
So many wasted years gone by
Life was an endless nightmare
Unbarable
And all I wanted to do was die.
That was now so many ears ago
I’ve been through hell
A place no one should go
I climbed those moutains
Ans eventualy saw the view
It took a very long trme
And how I struggled
But I begain to see the sun though the mist
Now I’m on a roler coaster
Pone of meloncony and one of bliss.
Although I’ve come so far
My lonel years haunt me and lrfy their scat
Although I don’r dewll on those times
It’s always there in the dark reseses of my mind
Haunting my dreams
No one could understand the places that I’ve been.
Writing and exoressing mseff has been my therapy
My life my mistress unraveling the mystery
The jigswa is almost compleare
Although pieces still avade me
At last I’m free.
Peter Dome.Copyright. 2015,Dec.
Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada!
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla!
Cuenta el dolor que cada
El dia pasada lo pone en las noches
Habla...
Señor, tengo un sueño en mi almohada
Pero un sueño tan estraño
Porque mi almohada
Es llena con el cuarzo
De la arena fina
De Orthents de Sierra Nevada
Vamos a comer nuestras bocas
Vamos a beber el agua de las estrellas
Vamos a mendigar en la Vía Láctea
Vamos a dormir por siempre
Da igual
Tuve un sueño estraño
Ya no lo se si es de buena suerte
U mal
Cry, baby, cry
For both of us know the reason why
Cry, baby, cry
Cause I'm coming
Oh, yes, I'm coming
I'm coming to you
I'll be back home tonight
No hay ni mar ni rio
No hay ningun océano
No hay nada de nada
Solo la arena en mi almohada
Mi padron, por favor, reza al Dios
Pasa que pasa, pero, amigos mios,
Tenenemos que cambiar
Nuesto camino. Este lugar nos ofrece nada
Y ademas, mira el cielo, gran hermano del mar
Los ambos dicen: Vaya con Dios, Paco!
Este mundo no mererce
Ni tu sueño ni tu sangre
Aquí o allí no hay nada mas para luchar
Llora, mi amor, llora
Moja con tus lágrimas la tierra
Un mar ya va a nascer
Entre mi desierto y nuestro lugar
Llora, mi amor, llora...
Esta noche llego en tus brazos
Y nunca mas no vas a llorar
The cock of day crow over johncrow mountain
Sun come bright
Like Jane and Louise shine eye girl
And light
Just drop from heaven like ripe breadfruit
I pull the darkness from my eyes
And look and see only one thing on my mind
Always like bulla cake and pear
Always like coconut run-down and corn dumpling
Always like bammy, fish and irishmoss
My heart hungry like a jackass groan
I love you ackee and slatfish
The culture like a hook in human flesh
Making genes only the limit of the mesh
I love you sweet potato pone,
Lord, I cry for a kiss, oxygen from a wish
You indelible in my head like a Christmas dish
But I groaning for something different
Something that no cock can crow away
Something the same night and day
Something smooth as otaheite apple juice
Tart as pineapple and sweet
It is my custard apple memory
A tropic fire in my bones
A writing I can't rub out
Indelible thoughts of you
Like cock crow clocking in my brain
A dream swimming in the delirum of pain
I love you like swallow love the rain
And here I am waiting for you
Long morning light
Here I am longing for you
To come online
And as the time goes away
The pain grow big like root
Dig up my bowels with wondering
Lean me on the crutch of constant praying
Indelible you
Indelible pain
Indelible prayer
Indelible love remain
I'm relaxin' with my spouse this New Year's Eve just a-schmoozin',
About past celebrations in our youth that we now find amusin'.
Tomorrow we'll dine on blackeyed peas, an old Southern tradition,
For good luck and bring our hopeful resolutions to fruition!
A moderate tad of spirits in our youth we could tolerate,
And ere the kids arrived, we always slept a little late.
We used to go to late night parties and sip a little booze.
Now, on New Year's Eve, we sit at home and watch the news!
We used to dance the night away at parties bright and gay.
Now, we compare infirmities as others while the night away!
The champagne corks popped and "Auld Lang Syne" we sang.
Fireworks brought in the New Year with a resounding bang!
We recall the silly hats we wore, kisses at the stroke of twelve,
And the heaps of scrumptious grub in which we used to delve.
Now, we sip Metamucil cocktails with sour cream dip and chips,
Slumped in our recliners, snores escapin' from our lips!
Strange that in the olden days we could celebrate 'til dawn,
But by nine o'clock nowadays we can hardly stifle a yawn!
As the clock chimes twelve, I'll leave it for others to celebrate,
'Cept for eatin' blackeyed peas and 'pone to facilitate my fate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The production of godly living
means to put filth and sin away
this is done by being meek
receive the implanted word to stay
Having this word for your souls good
so do what God’s words clearly says
but not just to hear these scriptures only
commit to do this in all your earthly days
Don’t be like that mirror man
looks at himself then does forget
what he has seen there pone wonders
deceiving himself of who he has met
The one who will fully persevere
who’s seen freedom’s law perfectly
will act on what’s been heard
to do God’s revealed will correctly
This is indeed the blessed child of God
receiving grace from their merciful Lord
(James 1:21-25
"Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of
naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted
word, which is able to save your souls.
But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only,
deceiving your own selves. For if any be a hearer
of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man
beholding his natural face in a glass: For he beholdeth
himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth
what manner of man he was. But whoso looketh into
the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein,
he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the
work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.")
Nigh on sixty years ago this Yankee from the State of Indiana,
Wed a lovely Confederate lass from the State of Louisiana!
I thought I knew her pretty well by the time our vows were read,
But there was a New Years Day secret that she had left unsaid!
Seems there's an old southern tradition that I'd never heard of before.
By eatin' black-eyed peas on New Years Day you'd have good luck, she swore!
That lowly, bland legume is rather tasteless but a hambone spices it up.
And my spouse adds this and that to the mix, usin' her measurin' cup.
With the black-eyed peas is served cornpone (as it's called in Dixie land),
From a recipe handed down by generations and it must be made by hand!
Since I was introduced to that humble pea known for its great good luck,
'Tis our chuck on New Years Day with a generous decanter of Cold Duck!
Now, in Hoosier Land on New Years Day we ate sausage and sauerkraut.
Whether is helps to eat peas or kraut for a year's good luck, I somewhat doubt,
But, I must confess with my spouse at my side, life has mostly been a breeze.
Do you reckon it has somethin' to do with eatin' 'pone and black-eyed peas!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Russell Sivey's "Good Luck Meal" Contest - Jan 2012
When we made a call it cost a thin dime
We had no paramedics or fancy defibrillators
We had no microwaves or food in a box
We had no trash-compactor or garbage disposal
We had no gas lawnmower or battery powered saw
Our food did not have a shelf life of 5 years
Our shoes were made in America and lasted 3 years
Our 911 was dial O-operator and no maps on our phone
Our bikes took us every where not or mom and dads
Our street light came on and we ran home
We had respect for our elders and listen to what they said
We mowed lawns to make money not ask mom and dad
We built things from nothing with our own two hands
We use to go steady instead of hoping into bed
We used our imaginations to find things to do
Our lights would turn off buy using a switch not talk into a machine
We used a paper map to find our way that was always turned around
If we needed to call someone we would find a pay phone
We knew pone numbers by heart that was our memory, not 5 gigs
We talked face to face not into some machine that has no meaning
These gadgets you use makes you lazy and dumber not smarter
Now these machines are smarter then you.
Theme: That was then and this is now
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date created: 01/21/2019
I’m just sitting and watching
All the people that pass near my life
A truth so true it sickens me
Not one of you know me
Just dust in the wind passing by gently
Unnoticed, ineffective or perhaps uncaring
The loneliness that pores from my eyes
Perhaps this loneliness that is me
No I can’t not lie
Not to you and not to my self
This loneness is me
IV done it so long
Aced every test
Graduated with honors
But with out any friends
An addiction with no drug to consume
A black sheep, failure and freak
All labels that “define” me
Labels were meant for cloths
But that douse not stop the harshness of the words
Ill never be what you want me to be
Ill never be able to rise above this steaming pile of *****I site a pone
So state at me till I see and look away as if it couldn’t be
Laugh at my expense when you believe i'm out of hearing rang
Bruise my body when you think i’m too week to fight back
In the end though your words may sting and fist make me bleed
You can not really hurt me
You will never be close enough to see me
Because like all things you only pass near by
Never stopping to ponder why
Never stopping to see the truth that is so blatent to find
Brought to the river flowing around a cracked stone,
The idealogy was framed to derive a clone,
With inner urge of chewing a decayed bone,
Replacement was done for new headship at home,
Determination has stationed her modul excellently through a pone,
Tried all her best to play a father's role,
Working with peace,I never hit her with a blow,
Children kept digging for their hidden gold,
And we gave our all to make them bold,
Circumstance have laid on me heavy load,
Lost my job on good road,
So I begun serving as a woman in moan,
The story was laid pathetic below what is being shown,
Her friends influence empowered her to do so,
Patience was a prudential virtue I chose,
Truth about our marriage was misplaced on many folds,
But thankfully when life got rightfully thrown,
Everything became hot to melt fallen snows,
After we've made relay of responsibilities in gloves,
Her state of fatherhood was wrong to hold,
And my heart for motherhood is badly known,
Understanding each other now even on a phone,
Never will we nurture complacency to scone.