"boombastic" poems
On the third day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Lighnin' is just a big ol' lighter.
Strikin' down like a boombastic fighter.
One day lightnin' strike to me front.
Just far enough to light me blunt.
Most people say me was lucky dat day.
However, I was not. Me blunt blew away.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Hello, my name is Reggae Reggie, and this is my confession.
I am a Reggae mon. My life is Reggae.
I love being a boombastic island boy, slouchin', couchin', and enjoyin' a splif of Reggae love.
I spend most of my time in my home, listenin' to dank Reggae.
Reggae always calmed my mind, until it told me to **** her.
I never would've don it, but sometin' changed.
Reggae
Reggae told me she was a Reggae sham.
Listenin' to screamo on the down low.
That **** What a freak.
Reggae
I was mindin' my own business, lightin' that sweet, sweet Reggae ******
Next thing I know, my hands are around her neck.
She begs for Reggae mercy.
Reggae
Next ting I know, I'm in my Reggae basement, blood pourin' all over me.
From her lifeless Reggae body.
The smell of a dank mornin' fills my house.
I love it.
Reggae
I snap out of it.
Realize what went down, downtown.
It wasn't me. It was Reggae.
Reggae Made Me Do It.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Me be 'avin a good time enjoyin' me boombastic trailer park home.
Den a tornado of Reggae come rollin' down da road.
Reggae Kids with a Reggae attitude.
Hooligans with a passion. My passion.
Reggae
Da flurry of rastafarianism be tearin' up the houses.
Destroyin' mailboxes as dey 'proach me home.
Den, like lightnin' they be in front of me.
We like you, Reggae Reggie
They say
But we be as poor as a washed up Island Boy
I fear for my safety
So we gonna have to rob you
Me pull out a gun n shoot the kids.
Fuck'n chumps tink dey can rob me.
No way Jose.
**** You, bad boys*
Life went on.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
Slap da bass right up mon.
Slap da bass down low now.
Bump ya sweet ting a little closa.
I just wanna get to know ya.
Gettin' all blem on ya vibes.
You gettin' knocked down by mine.
Bend down, turn 'round, back it up right.
Wanna puff what I'm puffin' all night.
Me nose burns with wit smoke.
Me body's empty, waiting for ya touch.
The bass is slammin' in me ear drums.
The bass slappin' makes me face numb.
Beat poundin' as I slide over
Boombastic rydems like no otha'.
You da noicest ting I ever did see.
Lemme take ya home. Slap da bass wit me.
Slap it riiiiiight up
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
On the fifth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
On the second day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
On the first day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
A brand new marijauna tree.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
On the eleventh day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
11 ragin' reefers
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
On the eighth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
On the ninth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
i smoke the ****** people take a wiff
i cant tie ma shoes but i can *** yo *****
i walk that streets wit my boombastic reggae styl
we go to ma doops bungaloo and he says *** and stay a while
we find some bittys wit a fat *** and tell them theat they fine
they say we're creeps witout jobs we say they need some wine
turns out they werent down to *** like an assembly line
tired i go home down tha empty reggae street
i light tha **** i light tha spliff till i cannot feel my feet
a car puls up i drop my cup they say to get in the backseat
im ****** about the cup it had my last brew and i want to drop a **
i owe them money i have none they brake ma kneecaps what fun
they throw me out the car, away i scurry
she got a big ***** so i call her big *****
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
On the tenth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
On the sixth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
On the twelfth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
12 tangy totos
11 ragin' reefers
10 lightin' lighters
9 hefty island boys
8 bowls of cereal
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
On the fourth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
Me in da wrong place at da wrong time.
Headin' down da alley on me way to pick up me 'erb.
Suddenly, Big Boy 'pears round da corner.
Ohno
Da Big Boy grabs me and take me lunch money.
'ow am I gunna get me 'erb now?
He beats me like me papa did.
Jus when Big Boy gonna trow da final punch...
ohyeah
Da boys arrive for battle.
Spliffs in der mouts.
Vengeance in der eyes.
TruckerWithAPassionForReggae grabs da Big Boy.
'olds 'im down n saves me reggae life.
Blunt Blastah Mastah punches da Big Boy.
Don touch me boombastic buddy he says.
DertyBeatzFromDaStreetz goes in for da **** with a ***** reggae kick.
Reggae Mon Offishal gets me kush cash back.
Me in da clear.
We killed a man, but our flame of friendship burnt bright that night.
Like our spliffs, the light was jus' right, mon.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
I walk da streets under de Iz of zion
my boombastic styl could **** a lion
wit da good reefa in my between me teeth
i fight off kids who try to tief
for babylon is my home, born in raised
ma reggae styl is ere to stay
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
On the seventh day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Thee **** yout; no wisdom, no respect...
Tink they're so boombastic, wait and see...
See a raggamuffin, on da street...
Hood up, knife out...
Some **** reggae fools, dis lot...
Tink they can slosh sum' boomba clot...
Me tink NOT!
Not my yout, not my child.
Little Jaco is ten now.
He's a real blessed dude.
He knows his manners,
And he's clean as shween too.
Can't wait a day longer.
Want me yout to be grown.
Want to fly, get high,
And ease up, once we've flown.
Me yout's like me brodda.
Has the face of his motha.
***All I want is for him to be old enough,
So that we can both smoke ****** together.***
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC