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Our parents, they longed for you so...
When you were born, their eyes they did glow.
Another Prince amongst seven Flowers,
You brought to them, so many happy hours.
You were only twelve when our Mother passed away.
I think the end began for you that day.
None of us even realised you were in so much pain,
Each one of us trying, our sanity, to regain.
You found your solace in a dreaded white lady..
She took your soul and made your world crazy.
For years you made our lives a living hell,
You depended entirely on her, we could all tell.
She quickly brought you down to her level,
And you knew she was just as bad as the devil.
This beautiful lady you call Ms. Cocaine...
Has only brought you a life full of pain.
It grieves us now to see you behind bars.
To know you no longer see the stars.
Not long after our Father went to his grave
Hoping you'd escape this life as a slave.
It is once again our hope and desire,
That you would conquer this white fire,
Make us proud again like you once did,
And finally bottle up the White Lady and close the lid.
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Caribbean Flavor.
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Cool Caribbean breeze
Softly whispering your name
Intoxicating.
West Indies waters
Cooling my heated body
Invigorating.
Tall coconut trees
Towering over the sea
Intimidating.
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I’ve been thinking all day of nothing else but you,
Thinking of the love that is shared between us two.
Dreaming of the moments we will be together tonight,
Sharing a passion that can be nothing but right.
Come walk with me now alone on the beach,
I need you tonight, just within my reach.
My body yearns for your gentle touch,
My lips want to please you so very much.
I can’t wait to feel your hands in mine,
To imagine your lips on my own, so divine.
I’d love it if you took your tongue for a walk
Cause you won’t need it tonight to talk.
Let’s make love under the pale moonlight,
Then relax in each other’s arms under stars so bright.
Show me just what I mean to you, my sweet,
And I will do the same when on this beach we meet.
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A Vampire by the name of Lee
Wanted to make himself some tea.
He searched far and wide,
He hoped he would find inside,
Two used tampons or three…
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Jenni Kalicharan Poem
RAINING IN MY HEART
It's raining heavily in my heart,
Ever since we've been apart.
The sun no longer shines for me,
As I sit and stare at the wide open sea.
The sea that separates us by so many miles
The sea that once brought us so many smiles.
We used to sail the high seas together...
Enjoyed it both in the lightning and the thunder.
We'd sail around the islands so grand,
Never caring if we ever again touched land.
Until that fateful day, when I looked into your eyes..
As we both said our own silent goodbyes...
Ten years ago you went to your watery grave,
Every ounce of strength that day I gave,
I tried my best to save you from your death,
Now all I have today is great regret.
We should not have tempted fate that morn,
We should have stayed at home and watched the storm.
Today, all I hear is the thunder from within me,
As I think of you lying there under the sea.
I now sit all alone on the sea-shore,
Not daring to venture on a boat anymore.
Trying to shelter myself from my tears,
As I think of all the wasted years.
The years we could have still been together,
If only we had been as tough as leather.
Instead we both turned soft and opted to sail..
That day my entire body went pale.
Now, the sun no longer shines for me,
It's raining heavily in my heart, you see.
10.12.01
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We have set our parting for the morrow,
Knowing it will bring such sorrow.
We have shared so many happy years
I know that very soon I’ll be in tears.
We’ve been together from the very start.
I never imagine we’d ever have to part.
I blame myself for neglecting you
Now there’s nothing left for me to do.
There was a time you brought nothing but joy
Today…all you ever do is annoy.
The only thing you bring me now is pain
Believe me, I try so hard not to complain.
Each time I think of what lies in store
My tears keep falling more and more.
The actual parting will cause so much pain
I’m sure I’d want to jump in front of a train.
The Next Morning:
The time is right to rid myself of you.
As of now, you and I are through.
It is now time for the moment of truth
The dentist is ready to extract my tooth!!
OUCH!!!!!!!!!!
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~An Open Book~
My life is quite an open book
For anyone to take a look.
It’s lying there for all to see
Feel free to uncover the real me.
Within its pages I share my heart.
It’s like a navigational chart
To my dreams, my pain, my sorrow,
And all my hopes for tomorrow.
In this book, my fantasies I disclose,
Some in rhyme and some in prose.
But on these pages you will discover
The man who is my one true lover.
Between the lines, my fears I reveal,
These I have no desire to conceal.
The pain and anguish are all a part
Of the many emotions in my heart.
Know that I have nothing to hide,
My book tells of my shame and my pride.
So if you care to have a look,
Feel free to ask about my book.
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My Primitive World
When people hear I live on an isle,
They ask me things that make me smile.
Like, “Do you gals still wear grass skirts,
And do you live in houses made of dirt?”
I tell them that I’m sitting here in my cave
Trying desperately myself, to behave.
I say I am wearing my skirt of grass
With my computer plugged into my a**!!
They seem to think that we are so primitive,
They wonder if our men are still very aggressive.
I tell them our men still hunt for the grub,
And then come home and beat us with their club.
It’s funny the things that some people believe,
And the way, certain things, they perceive.
Some seem to think we feed on one another,
I say, of course, I just ate my little brother!
Some even have the gall to think
That, to write, I still use a feather and ink.
They seem to forget I’m using a pc
Even as I sit here drinking my bush tea.
I tell them the only way they’d understand,
Is for them to visit my little island.
And living here is like being in paradise,
They simply have to see it thru natives’ eyes.
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Blown back to life by the winds of chance
Sent here again, other lives to enhance.
Captain once more of my own ship,
Finally, on life, I have a firm grip.
Advice given in times gone by,
Never was in short supply.
Crashing like waves onto the shore
When needed, there was always more.
Once lost in the sea of existence,
Went away to keep my distance.
Now, like a true sailor I have returned to my boat
My sole purpose, to help others stay afloat.
This time I need to stay on course
No more will I have any remorse.
Give others the benefit of my guidance
Thank God for the winds of chance.
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Deprived from the start of a Father's love,
Cause God took her Mother to his home above.
Blamed for the loss of his wife,
On the day she was brought into this life.
This little princess has been dealt a raw deal,
Many a day, she went without a meal.
Her dad, he ignored her pleas and her cries,
Making her so unhappy, underneath all his lies.
She hated her life, didn't want to go on living,
Pretty soon, her favors she started giving.
This soon led to a life on the street,
Never trusting anyone she did chance to meet.
Very soon, she had a princess of her own,
Inside of her, this precious child had grown.
Never would she allow, she vowed that day,
To let this child suffer, as she had in every way.
This child had become her salvation,
She began to live each day in anticipation,
Of a life filled with love, happiness and joy.
She even forgave her father...still a little boy.
Today, this woman has made a life for herself,
All her pain she has put on the shelf.
She lives now for her little princess,
Making sure both their lives will never go amiss.
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