Long Reggae Poems
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What have you done with my beau, I want take it to the show. What have you done with my beau, it time for you to go. What have you done with my beau; I want it back on the show. I like its style, it rhythm is wild and its voice makes me want to smile. What have you done with my beau? I need some explanation before you go.
The grand serenade is on and the big band is on the stand, hip-hop music celebrates fifty years on the land. Oldies and goodies, reggae and streggay, heavy metal, and modern music, romance and classical sounds are on the list so join me to share this special gift.
What have you done with my beau? Everything is in the bag for everyone to feel glad, your sorrows and pain will go away and you won’t have to suppress your emotion for the rest of the day.
What have you done with my beau? It is time to get ready for the grand musical mix. I have not seen my beau all week, it is so discrete, it could be lurking in the room next door but it’s time to bring it out on the dance floor.
Forget the musical hymn and let go for a ride in the gym let’s listen to each other’s heart and romance like lover do in the dark, and watched the curtains come up and the crowd grows wild when the serenade starts.
What have you done with my beau?, the buercrats and the autocrats have crowded the dress circle in the theater , the Italians and the Germans are in the audience and the Austrian and Norwegians prelude is riding in the heavens. The Russians are in the mix too and they have a score that if sang from the heart will take you out of the gutters.
What have you done with my beau?, it is embedded in the show, take me back in time to learn what is divine. The voice of Mozart rumbling in the strings and spirit of gran partita riding in the winds, nineteen century serenade will do ,Tchaikovsky, Josef Suk, Edward El Elgar Ludwig van Beethoven, Hector Berlioz, Franz Schubert, Richard Strauss, and other serenades are on the list for that special moment when my beau and I become one and the musical pleasure will be our distant song.
Everything will fill the air and fine heart will touch souls far and near. Spirits will meet, hearts will greet and the birds will sing again. We will join as one and this eternal bliss will be our destined song. My beau is back, let's go and see the show.
BREEDS OF LATE LEGENDS
The soul of Bob Marley -
Tap it from the Caribbean reggae.
The ambition of Tupac Shakur -
Immortalize a generational legacy.
The mind of Malcom X -
A monument for all world's activists.
The dream of Martin Luther King -
Still holds the world's ear ransom.
The heroics of Nelson Mandela -
Voyage from apartheid to multiracial democracy.
The greatness of Muhammad Ali -
"Floats like a butterfly & Sting like a bee".
The world need not these monstrous men mountains
But most needing of a breed of our late legends.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©November2022.
Reggae artist Peter Tosh said it best with his hit song "Legalize It". The legendary
Bob Marley also glorified it in his music. Of course they were referring to marijuana.
In the 1970's marijuana was just as popular as it is today. However most were using
it to get high, some were using it for medicinal purposes. We've come a long way since then, with many states now legalizing it. There is ongoing research to tap into its
medicinal uses. It has been used for many years to treat glaucoma, and given to
cancer patients to alleviate nausea.
I think this herb will prove to have great impact in the field of medicine. Though
Peter and Bob are no longer with us, we can certainly appreciate their vision.
many will continue to use it to get high, many more will benefit from its medicinal
attributes. To all those who will benefit now, and in the future, I'll just light up my spliff and say; "This buds for you".
You ain't got nowhere to be
Since it's your day off
Except here with me
My day off too
I'm kinda liking being here
I really. really enjoy
Being here with you
Don't conjure up no clever
Conversations
Evasives acts ain't what your
Displaying
Keep it true tween me and you
Gotta love I wanna share with you
Quiet times when we're together
Disco dancing and reggae
They see us together
Rock and roll me alnight long
Happy people
Baby that's what we are
If I got a sneak around to be with you
Damn it- that's what I am gonna do
Ain't no fussing gonna keep us apart
I swear it's true it comes
Straight from my heart
Do you feel like loving me
I wanna have you loving me
I don't wanna look elsewhere
I want you here loving me
It aint that complicated
Ah compromise on what
We debated
Get ah trill outta loving you
Smiles and cheers to your
Best friend
So glad I am with you
when we married we
each with a lit candle
were asked to light
one with our two
we burned unity
but then told to blow
our individuality out
but this we did
not do for
she is hers and
mine is me
we lived and did
most things to
gether but not
always for
love is not force
brightness comes
from an inner
light
then came into play
the phrase until
death do us
part
but this had not
been rushed in
to for several
years before
the wind
started with
intent from
breeze to
gust to
storm
the atmosphere was
electric with lightning
dancing to jigs
reels and
reggae
before the birthday
cake was served
many candles
were lit but
then asked
to blow out
and make
a wish
not a complete black
out because my
flame burned
it has been said that
candlelight equates
romance but candle
light can never
define what's
in the corners
of rooms as
darkness
chews as
well as
consumes
and carefully with
a lit wick you turn
to look back it
doesn't shine
much light on
the muchness
that was there
alcohol is fuel
for a fire making
the flame higher
and intense but
in time takes a
toll on such a
heart filled
lamp
so though never will
the dead be buried
came a time to take
her outened candle
place it on her
dated stone
but not to
light just
to let
melt
with
help
from
the
sun
Form:
Looking forward all winter for my vacation
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the water fountain
Come and jam to the tunes of the Marleys
Hanga-langa and check out the Harleys
The Jamaican food—colorful, soulful—sublime
One look and I knew right away I would need more time
to enjoy Reggae 'Pon The Mountain
We bought masks, jewelry and tasted the cookies
Ingredients pure, strong, overwhelmed—we felt like rookies
C’mon stay mon, enjoy the music all day, sangalanga on Topanga
You know the Canyon known for the rock-stars?
Three days of festive delight, tonight be romantic, sleep in your cars!
Our host thanked us and said Jah be with you, Rastafari
We waved as he drove off in his Ferrari
We’ll be back tomorrow for the Caribbean callaloo
where we’ll stay all day and enjoy the hullaballoo
A music festival up on the mountain
Every thought
I had fought
Is like each single
I've ever mingle
As each cough
has been so tough
To cope
with when thinking of hope
But it is true,
no one wish for blue
Yet in the end,
everyone becomes your friend
When the plans
elongate your spans
That you sing
for joy like a king
No one will see
to the drowning sea
You had sailed
through lonely veiled
In coils
of trouble projecting foils
Which beautify
what memories testify
No one shingles
my thought in reggae with jingles
Like Deborah
whose voice is auroral
And can make florals oral
when in quarrel
With the breeze
to seize atmospheric freeze
To ease
humans of an appealing sneeze
And set all free
with her divine decree
But be it as it may
On this soil, I am still enjoying each day
Though it is certain
No one can hold forever detained
On this soil with his oil
Beyond liquidation of its spoil
One day, I will travel
To the land of gold to unravel
Eon; ever new Jerusalem
And stopped the earthly pendulum
So do everyone
Be prepared
Like a soldier without gun
That never have the loss declared
Plucky Jamaica shocks the Copa America winners, Brazil, in a scoreless draw that propels the Reggae Girlz to the knockout stage for the first time in only their second Women’s World Cup, and with only one goal in Group stage. Contrast that with Brazil’s first group-stage exit since the 1995 World Cup. Not the best way for Brazil’s mighty Marta Vieira da Silva to end her sixth and final Women’s World Cup.
beautiful chaos
‘how the mighty have fallen’—
Reggae Girlz advance
***
Poetry notes:
"Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen" is a phrase that originates from 2 Samuel 1:19, an expression of David's lament over the death of Saul and Jonathan. It is also used today as a phrase to imply the decline of a once-great person or entity.
three wicked moons ago, we flew to a halloween get-away
on the beach island frilled with dangling bouquets.” no
costumes , please”, the invitation loudly read.. so off i went,
the brood still washing their heads… in simple sundress, my eyes
kept singing la-la-la. the hall was empty, freaky lights went off. in a flick,
witches were brewing black, fangy cats... a lady gaga
spiking screams, then came a judas hanging on a centipede tree,
by the false door, tattooed skeletons dancing squeaky reggae.
suffocating in a terrorized room, i hollered,” where’s my family!!”
what a viciously naughty night! they were all dressed in
ghostly ghoul and goblin witchery, tickling my almost bare body
just behind me… oh well, it’s october’s time to slay the night
and i was the pawn, the surprised victim, crackling with nervous delight
( for paula swanson's halloween of years past)
Oh, was there ever a tale of such woe,
a tale of music, lust, and revelry!
Of Juliet and her mad Romeo
when the reggae drums put a spell on me.
In his yen for Herbs and thirst for the vine
Romeo joined the queue full as a tick –
and drank the poison, the sweet feijoa wine
but it was like a mule with twice the kick.
On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool,
and I felt that kick of that angry mule.
All I want when I from
this world am gone
is that men say he died with his boots on.
In the hot sun and spinning clouds above
his heart quickened for her underbreath.
Their destiny a cursed forbidden love
and sweet wine a taste of bitter death.
On leaving he rolled flatlining in a ditch -
“I beg you, leave me here…I wanna die!”.
Later with a skinful too numb to twitch
slumped in a bathtub hungover to dry.
On the grapes of wrath I was a tragic fool,
and I felt that kick of that angry mule.
All I want when I from
this world am gone
is that men say he died with his boots on.
Written: July 2008