Short Rasta Poems

drop the "le"
you be jammin'
Mar                 y

not a rasta
meat but no
pasta 

amiga 
me a go
i and i

i'm oh so
this creepily
sounds like some
sort of jamaican stalking...

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i have a rasta cat
in dread locks she shades a lots
with green yellow eyes she looks at me
and picks a fight with the dog
ants visiting we use cinnamon to keep them at bay
and it smells good in my house...

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Everyday they watch him 
Descending the stairs
But he doesn't feel uneasy
Despite the offensive stares
His eyes stay red 
But that's the least of his cares
Rasta can't smoke in privacy
Because neighbors don't respect privacy...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Jamaica
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  December2014


Respeck Breddah

Whaad  Gwaan 
Mon

One Love!

Est dah bowy 
en Jamaica
Mon

ridden  dim
rid-dems

I - N - I
Ire 

Rasta!

much Respeck
One love - 

Yah Mon

Dis est
Patois...

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O to stand upon an emerald place
A see the rage on Samson's face
That handome Goliath on Israel's side
Wielding a jawbone for stolen bride
What a picture of the rasta dread
What an elation over wicked dead
Littering like fallen leaves the fallowed
Land, shaken down to earth by hallowed
Hand. For here today where asses bray
There own jawbones could put them away....

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Rasta ringnride
Hop up; get inside
Travel roun da town
Hear some funky sound
Me bus me pride an joy
Me music don't annoy
Me keep it in me head
Me sings it in me bed.


I travel all roun town
To ferry sick and lame
The people phone,
I pick them up
No other bus the same.

I drive me bus for Africa
When I'm in Sollihull
I drive me bus for freedom;
me bus in wondeful !...

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A ten-foot-high sunflower man
with a gold-capped tooth in his mouth but
there ain't no plan
yet he wears the same old knotty 
dreadlocks again and again
While walking himself through 
Black Folk's yard in that bebop-style
no doubt along the avenue road
while smoking some of that sweet sweet Gunga
Yet, him so full of himself
rasta man young rapper
you rapscallion, did you bring the juice...

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FIRST OF ALL I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL MY NIGAZ FOR BEING THERE FOR ME. I WOULD 
LIKE TO THANK MELVIN, BUGABOY, TERRY, MICHEAL, DALISO, GIDION, NASON THE MAN 
WHO LIKES TO WALK ALOT, MOPHAT OUR GANJA RASTA MAN, CHAZE GIRL WHO HAS 
TURNED INTO A GUY AND ALL MY CLASSMATES WHOM I HAVE NOT WRITTEN THEIR NAMES. 
ALL I CAN SAY IS MAY GOD BLESS US ALL AND GRANT US THE KNOWLEDGE SO THAT WE 
CAN PASS OUR EXAMS.

THANKYOU....

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