by Richard Palmer |
Categories:
adventure, people, places,
Beautiful Jamaica,land of my birth,
This little dot,specially prepared by Mama Earth,
World best seasoning,grown by our dirt,
And the Jamaican Rum,bad nuh blouse and skirt,
Beautiful Jamaica,land so sweet,
A formal dinner or a party in the street,
Our vibes,our style so unique,
Our warmth,our culture,no other can beat,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land we love,
Touring Jamaica feel free like a dove,
Our rivers,beaches,beautiful sunlight up above,
Sample our tasty meals,you'll find one that you love,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land so great,
Great runners,great music,embrace our taste,
God or Jah Rasta Far I,embrace our faith,
Take a trip to Jamaica,it's never too late.....
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
beach, romance, vacation,
Join me in paradise
jostled loose from my dreams.
Journey to barefoot sands.
Jewels of turquoise gleam,
jaunting free in warm waves.
Jacaranda-kissed breeze
jogs memories of love.
Written 3/6/17 for J Pleiades Contest
by Jahfari Rowe |
Categories:
travel,
Little Island of Jamaica, birth place of Reggae
Always jolly, on a sunny day
Rastafari is the place where it all started
1948 on the Empire Wind rush most departed
Ackee & salt fish is the national dish
I love walking on the beach eating bread and fish
We’ve shown the world about the rough treatments we’ve been through
Half of the people have no idea or a clue
We’ve praised to everyone on Africa
Give thanks for the great land of Ethiopia
Music legacy from Bob Marley and peter tosh
Babylon way’s try to make us brainwash
Peace & Love to the wonderful place of Jamaica
Live humble and don’t be a troublemaker
Jamaica land we love!
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
africa, international, love,
I snowed love
In Moscow
I showed love
In Warsaw
I kissed love
In Paris
I romanced love
In Rome
I showered love
In London
I lived love
In Sweden
I sited love
In Dubai
I tasted love
In Mumbai
I burnt love
In Jamaica
I fell in love
In Africa
by Ken Jordan |
Categories:
culture,
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
by Matt Starking |
Categories:
love, time,
for a long time Matt and zeta
has not seen each other
for life has sent them afar
they did not know
they will see each other so soon
winter passed and it was full moon
the time came; it was summer
Matt has traveled to Jamaica
there he meet zeta
who has also traveled
to spend the summer
on Sunday she went to the beach
on walking an inch
they both meet at the shore
surprise ; Matt shouted
what goes around comes around
i lost a great treasure
but have now found
that night the two loving birds
made love till the next morning
by Moonbee Canady |
Categories:
adventure, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love, music, nostalgia, people, places, social, uplifting
Calypso, Bèlè, Limbo, Reggae
And a Pool Boy, Called Lonny Ray
Margarita and Coolers, by The Bay
All With Umbrellas at Seaside Café’
Like Caribbean Pirates, Taking A Chance
Shaking Our Lala, Wining-Dance
Vacation Adventure, Love-Romance
Worth Every Penny of Check-Advance
Barbados, Tobago, Jamaica, Fun
Songs, Soca, Sand, Surf and Sun
Float To The Bar, in Another Run
Frozen Daiquiri, Screwdrivers, Coke and Rum
Xylophone, Steel Guitar, Cymbals, Steel Drums
Almost, Made Us, Want To Be Beach Bums
When Asked, Were We Happy, We Did Come ? …
… Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon, Yeah Mon !
by Sam Russell |
Categories:
celebration, happy, heart, how i feel, love, music,
spreading peace love and unity
from its roots in Jamaica
to each and every community,
this is reggae music
the type of music that lifts your spirits
the type of music that makes you want to smile
every time you feel it,
So With the heart of a lion
stay for ever ready,
Ready to move to a beat
so sweet and rock steady,
a beat sending out it’s good vibes
to each and everybody.
by Ian Munywe |
Categories:
africa, hero, life, memorial, memory,
TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 1
Jammin jammin jammin,
jam on rightful king.
In the lounges of Zion,
with your childhood ally.
Peter Tosh together rocking steady.
Rock on as it were in Trench town.
Robert Nesta Marley,
the stone that the builder refused.
Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone,
you adviced judge not.
That we check out,
the real situation.
And that one love,
should emit positive vibration.
Africa unite,
smile Jamaica.
Who the cap will t,
time will tell.
We shall pay no mind,
to top ranking.
We shall be,
easy ‘skanking’.
So much trouble in the world,
but atleast the sun is shining.
by David Smalling |
Categories:
tribute, time,
Each time your repertoire cast spells
In cadencce familiar yet strange
Revitalizing legacy that time dispels
For progress through the amputation that is change
I the rock am born again. Sediments
Of songs in layers of cementation
Forms a mountain of deeper sentiments.
The tongue of my eternal castration
Will not yield, nor does the river overflowing
Where you take the stage that I may hear
Particles of faith that keeps on birthing
Culture and identity from obscurity here.
I love the songs the common people tell
The history of our days and years with, I
Sit by you where under me the roots swell
And rock and roots form a new synergy.
by Nicole Monae |
Categories:
love,
Monique
Auntie, Loud, Daughter, Cool
Sister of Neketa
Lover of family, Sean, and writing
Who feels happy, loved, and stress
Who fears spiders, snakes, and failure
Who would like to see the Bahamas, London, and Jamaica
Resident of Orangeburg, South Carolina
Glover
by Gregory Golden |
Categories:
imagination,
Mama,
These girls
Here in Jamaica
Are very pretty
Then got
Long jet black
Curly hair
Butter brown skin
Ivory white smile
I think I am
In love with them
Then bodies shaped
Like a glass coke cola bottle
Then walk around here
Basking in the yellow sunshine
Mama, them girls here
Too good for me
To let them go home
Me want to pick some fruit
On this island of Jamaica
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
garden, rain,
I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in,
tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like
tidying up the garden afterwards. Jamaica Kincaid
***
shovel
near blue hydrangea bush -
latter rain
6/26/2020
by David Smalling |
Categories:
dedication, devotion, sweet, sweet,
O could I hear your voice like dew dropping sweetly
Inflamed all night by hot dreams, my lips would cool
Languishing no more to drink your milk so slowly
Oozing from the fountain peak of nipples clear pool
Vertically exuding, I should satiated subside in delight
Eternal grateful that you came to me in morning light
You are my hibiscus, my jasmine bejewelled and bright
O I love you, my sweet adorable native land. My wight,
Utopia of the new world, Jamaica, sweet star of our night.
by David Smalling |
Categories:
political,
Poised above the flower motionless
To the adullation of eyes
Small, but in beauty an empress
Glistening neath the skies
She floats above the Caribbean sea
Clothed in cerulean skies
Silent as dawn around the honey tree
She sips and yet she flies
This is the swallow tail humming bird
The doctor of folk lore here
This is the love for which the light stirred
Make rainbows sweet appear
These have grown in tune with the land
Bride for a special flower
Measuring the sugar with a probing wand
For wage only has power
When it lift a working class to toil again
Encouraged in their hearts
Look carefully, how Jamaica here may feign
Deny the lesson it imparts
by Jan Hansen |
Categories:
anti bullying, appreciation, art,
His women
All my life, I have done my best in avoiding to be a father
The reason was to avoid the drudgery of married life
That brings us to Elon Musk and his many children
Some of them through the natural way others conceived
artificially, as he believes in building a stronger who can
tackle the future, I agree with EM there is much
Tainted blood in the world
I think of his many women if they do not love him
It must be of financial benefit for them to secure them
From poverty, Fair enough, but does this make them
A more moral person than the woman I met in Jamaica
She loved me but needed someone to pay for the gas
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
birthday,
J-ust let your heart open,
A-s you give and take the real love;
N-ever close your mind and soul,
E-ven your eyes to God above.
Topic: Birthday of Jamaica Jane M. Canoy (March 21)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain