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Just another poem of the times
Just another poem of the times, told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In a richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, poetry, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah, Man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I'm Jamaican born and bred, okay?
Some messages, as seen through one man's eyes, on the roads traveled in one lifetime. Told with poetic flair, and snippets of Jamaican Patois are inserted here and there throughout, as may be found fitting. Yeah man, yes, a Jamaica yaad mi cum fram. Oh! Sorry, I meant to say, I'm from Jamaica, okay?
Just a stranger here, I'm watching them. Twisting hard against more spinners in the soup for them. An outsider's view of big Earth from Moronia where I come from 1st, every time.
Life with children is messy, and parents must learn to react quickly to avert certain disasters!
A parent's decline into some form of dementia can be slow and not immediately clear to her children. Even while being helpless to slow the painful progression of such a decline, keeping our sense of humour about the related absurdities has helped us navigate what would otherwise be overwhelmingly tragic and depressing.
He sat down across from me in the cafeteria.I looked up and said "holy shit!"
He made the neighborhood a better place with the treasures he had.
