Mento Poems - Poems about Mento

..." Unforseen Evolution" Meant for something better Wait for me.... the world is changing! I swear l will find you and when l am on top she will say l do it good this a journey of a lifetime in ......

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...I am. by Richard V Fraser Who am I? I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast yam, the ackee a......

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...I am. by Richard V Fraser Who am I, I am Jamaican I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast ya......

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...I am. by Richard V Fraser Who am I, I am Jamaican I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian I am the flavour in the Jerk, the curry, the roast ya......

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...MONUMENTO MOMENT The image becomes a phrase minimalist in flavour,these syllables become a form. A phrasis of verse out of my mind’s eye to light bonfires of imagination in another’s.The enigm......

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...Fake a smile. Just for a little while. Hide all the pain. Hide in the rain. Storms surround. Can’t see around. Dark Fierce clouds. Thunder frightening and loud. Tornadoes, ruining everything ......

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...I hear mento music making night sweet See women shuffling hips and light feet Feel the rhumba box humming in my heart Gombay grumbling breaks the bass apart My soul surrenders to her salacious flute ......

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...They say I must sing Through sunset dripping blood And despite the broken wing Of the bird fluttering Where the boy had left it innocently Sling shot wounded to die They say I must sing Say I ......

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...Come dance with me, I hear the band Of birds and cricket playing Quadrille, or mento, now take my hand The earth on love is turning Come lie with me, the grass is green Too wet the golden sand......

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...I hear the panting of the feet Like calypso music, breathless and sweet The rhumba playing in the heart And diverse tongues caught by the web of art Same as the mento of the sea Same as the ment......

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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 ......

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...One time a barefooted pickney dancing on the street I beat puhn pan an' wanda how life could be sweet For my yai quadrilled to distant cling-cling roost and feel A longing to change their parliame......

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...We can go back again to the beginning of our love We return across languid gulf of languishing waves And walk barefooted on the morning sand We can in the cold of wind hold each others hand And t......

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