"irie" poems
Filled to the brim
Pizza Huts
Burning rubber
Dj''s club'n pub
Dancing duel
Free spirits and
**** riddled
Irie cast Bob's Inn
The beat go's on
Bright lights
Stripped trousers
Men on bikes
Ladies sell flowers
Restaurant's cappuccino
Long street lives
Cosmopolitan heaven
Twenty four seven
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Natural Rhythm.
Hey Mr. Guitar, keep on strumming them strings.
Then play me a song that will keep us all moving.
Keep all of the ladies, just a shaking their thing;
That will keep everybody in the room dancing,
To the natural rhythm.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
Bounce to the rhythm of all of the drums.
The drumbeat booms against your chorus of twiddling thumbs;
Demanding your attention at the top of their voice.
The low beat shriek, as we bang on the drums.
Come on everybody and dance to the beat;
The natural rhythm, that flows through you and me.
The invisible hand, that guides our every step,
Makes you bounce to the beat of every word that I have said.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
Keep on banging the drum to the sound of my rhythm;
Keep on dancing and keep on giggling.
Keep on keeping it real, for the people in the street;
Keep on keeping it banging, to the funkiest beat.
You see I got this natural rhythm, that’s in all God’s men
And you also got the rhythm in your head, in your head.
‘Cause the rhythm of my rhyme, will drop right on time,
As long as the sun is shining and I'm feeling irie eyed;
As long as the bongo’s keep on banging in the smoky background,
As long as to be rich, means more than acting the clown.
You see the rich get the women, because to be rich is to be a ****
And this is the best way to get the women.
Flash a *** of cash at the latest one you think is pretty;
Tell her you are loaded and pay her the money.
Buy the woman you like; moneys all that you've got.
I'm happy being poor; it's freedom at no cost.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Me love agony, seen?
Me hate baldheads, seen?
Me love collie, seen?
Me hate duppies, seen?
Me love easing up, seen?
Me hate fishes, seen?
Me love ***** seen?
Me hate harbour sharks, seen?
Me love "irie's", seen?
Me hate janga, seen?
Me love kush, seen?
Me hate lagga heads, seen?
Me love mateys, seen?
Me hate nyng'i-nying'i, seen?
Me love o-dokono, seen?
Me hate passa passa, seen?
Me love quashes, seen?
Me hate running belly, seen?
Me love science (witchcraft), seen?
Me hate toto, seen?
Me love uptown goodas, seen?
Me hate vixxin', seen?
Me love wheels, seen?
Me hate da yout, seen?
Me love Zion, seen?
Me fuckin' love Zion
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
What foes or friends do we perceive when we connect by chance conceived?
Would you care to explain how this is my fault?
Pray tell tis Joseph come to his census.
Come nigh so late to what truth evinces.
Four heed own Lay won knot thin kit sis...
Prays got a buff!
Fine uh Lee…
Coarse sit duhs pour ten dove baa doe mens.
Naughty ville purse say! Oar eve in dud ark Om end...
Shell Ira Bjorn ease? Orb headers till yore effete?
Ike ant aft tub Abe eave oar yew yen owe...
Wall oh win knit.
Gore Ida head.
Yuck use amoeba *** is hint umm eye fall tis zit?
Yuck cues amoeba ditz nada tall mite urn toot ache tub lame.
Bub I...
Hope Joe Ill step pup two wit all
Irie lay trill lee dew
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Blessed Love My Lord and Empress
Praise be to Haile Selassie I
Raise me from Earth's ashes
Sacrament to Jah, my soul sings
Your son I praise him, Haile Selassie I
Garvey come and spread word, glorious words
Freedom of a people, Zion land, it waits with love
Praise be to Talaqu Meri, let his lands grow green
His Imperial Majesty, walk with me
Empires dazzle eyes, black Empress at the steps
Her robe draped with tender caress, love, Jah
Prophet man sing, rasta man sing, we all love Jah
In death Haile Selassie I looks over I and I, love Jah
Over Babylon the skies rain freedom on Jah people
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
*allure, allure
i drift past slowly
trying to fight the currents
its always to strong for me.
lost at sea, i go again
stuck within a valley
the only way is to go up
towards the celestial matter
gaining vitality.
irie.
equanimity.*
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Cedric McClester
It’s just a cogent observation
We never was a civilized nation
So what’s the point in now losing patience
With the fact that we’ve been complacent
About gun violence as you might have guessed
Has us returning to the wild wild West
‘Cos the bullets fly with remarkable success
And so few of us rise up to even contest
We never was a civilized nation
Let the so-called Indians make that citation
Based on their years of deprivation
With seemingly little or no cessation
Ask the victims of the atom bomb
Whose shockwaves could be felt form Japan to Guam
Had them on their knees reciting the 23rd Psalms
When the mushroom cloud settled there was an irie like calm
We never was civilized
And that’s a sad fact
Today we can Google every single act
Of past atrocities from way way back
No sense in exceptionalists becoming outraged
When the examples are there page after page
Under a glaring spotlight they’re center stage
Ask the African slaves who were shackled and caged
We never were civilized
So the chickens came home to roost
And they didn’t even have to be induced
Once the hounds of hell had been cut loose
Now they’re asking, “What we gonna do?”
See this didn’t just happen out of the blue
And it’s clear to us there has to be a missing *****
When the Gog and Magog start getting through
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Movement of time collides
with tear drop melody
darkened angel
to final day symphony:
gun blasts in homeland
enter familiar flesh-
different tongues conceal
common threads that makes us
wounded souls call for God
in bomb dimpled lands-
far from American eyed reach
and inside
amidst spiritual sands
Treading with foot print patterns
around rock’s pure holiness
meditating in temples
laden in gold tributes
seeking truth’s distant comfort
guns blast in homelands
families wonder why-
pain embraces consciousness
dripping hints of salvation
into thick Iron pools
of Christ’s calling
red horse not so distant
seven seals awakening
run back to one
it’s time to find love
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
'Twas the way she said,
...be sure to call me, don't forget...
then turned off her phone,
3 days net
I cast her a line
will she bite or let free?
readily lost from mind
the bait was me!
Oh mused from her loving
her plaything, her joy.
I spat out love poemz
Less haste did annoy
Lifted kindred spirit,
no more wobe-gone for me
was but a lie from a Strom
too blinded to sea
"You and I are going to have
a great love affair."
Should have been warning
Foundeld on note in sunlight morning
I asked the project wood
It for-told me, "Why Bother?"
Alone in my room, to ration or despair
Ignore nature's warning,
'tis up to me, I declare.
Sealed my fate...
I'm strong, been here before,
I'm ready for this...this...this time winning!
FOOL
Her's unslaved, mine unscathed
night,
was just the begining!
Oh the joys,
Such sweetness up to the edge,
but not quite *****
As promised her lore
THE everything abash
Irie romming back,
gonna get IT,
this time?
Maybe mohr
The musing doest stop,
genuine dost frey,
Lovings subside
Betrayl dost pay
"It will melt your mind"
Were the last words I herd
all in due time
her torture, my absurd
Communicate?
Communicate she says?
Why were not those words
so heards
Whence whining and pining decays?
Hypocrispy so blatant
it must be ignored,
and the melt of the mind
gets restored
For it was up to me
All along on this journey
The most painful part
Is I always did see
This dance with the devil
The game of fairie,
My loves lorn lost
To the leanhaun shee
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
There ain’t nothing like livin’ on love
Smoking Newports in the sunshine
Waiting for the time to pass
Under crystalline blue skies
People in the circle
The faces come and go
But we’re still all here together
We are originals fo’ sho’
He just ran out of squallies
But there’s no need to go and cry
‘Cause we’re the kind of friends
That help each other to get by
Ain’t nothing like livin’ on love
So I thank the stars above
Because I’m happy with lifestyle
And that hasn’t always been the case
There’s no one else in this whole world
Who can cure the lonely days
No one else could show me
All these new and peaceful ways
Of loving what’s around me
Accepting bad and great
Ain’t nothing like livin’ on love
When you were coming back
From your first date with Lucy
We saw those diamonds in the sky
So relieved you let her try
To change your views and cope with stress
‘Cause she was only wishing you the best
Ain’t nothing like livin’ on love
Good vibes come from all around
Never ceasing to astound
The fellow with the thickest walls
Even gets knocked down
But we all come and gravitate
Showin how easy one can change
My pride comes from teaching
Others these irie ways
Ain’t nothing like livin on love
The fall will come, and people leave
Our sweet humble abode
With unspoken words, we know
It’s time to walk our separate roads
But these bonds have tied us deep at heart
We’re always here in spirit
When college comes
And you’re scared to start
Remember how I’m here cheerin’
Ain’t nothing like livin’ on love
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC
I’m good with nothing,
That’s why I have options.
Do I need to convey that to you Stranger?
Is there a point?
Koz all I really wanted was to turn off the lights
And for now make everything seem alright
But you don’t have the drive.
Ya know, I like me
And I was excited to show you some of my favourite pieces
But you can’t won’t don’t see me
And purely logical understanding does not naturally lead me to all irie.
My preference is you Stranger
Because what you presented was honest
( and not without its beauty)
But your absences make me forgetful
Especially when an eX can mark that spot just as well.
Your existence is rapidly mythical
And so what was once just a notion
Becomes more of an inevitability.
No apologies necessary
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It’s just a cogent observation
We never was a civilized nation
So what’s the point in now losing patience
With the fact that we’ve been complacent
About gun violence as you might have guessed
Has us returning to the wild wild West
‘Cos the bullets fly with remarkable success
And so few of us rise up to even contest
We never was a civilized nation
Let the so-called Indians make that citation
Based on their years of deprivation
With seemingly little or no cessation
Ask the victims of the atom bomb
Whose shockwaves could be felt form Japan to Guam
Had them on their knees reciting the 23rd Psalms
When the mushroom cloud settles there was an irie like calm
We never was civilized
And that’s a sad fact
Today we can Google every single act
Of past atrocities from way way back
No sense in exceptionalists becoming outraged
When the examples are there page after page
Under a glaring spotlight they’re center stage
Ask the African slaves who were shackled and caged
We never were civilized
So the chickens came home to roost
And they didn’t even have to be induced
Once the hounds of hell had been cut loose
Now they’re asking, “What we gonna do/”
See this didn’t just happen out of the blue
And it’s clear to us there has to be a missing *****
When the Gog and Magog are getting through
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
When my demons catch me up,
and I fear that I may falter...
I call upon the most high,
and take my shadows to the altar.
Light a candle and from that many,
no time to curse the darkness.
If a single heart can choose to beat strong,
the strength of love beats those heartless.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
So doctor tell me please why am so frail as of late.
I cant keep my food down in fact I dont even want to eat.
My mother cooks my favorite when I go over.
She sees me wasting away.
"Boy what you doing to yourself" she says.
You looking sickly. You sleep O.K.
Every-ting Irie Ma I heard mi-self say.
"If I nevah know betta I would say you love struck".
"But you too old fi puppy love I more than sure"
So tell me son why you looking so weak.
Ma I got a love Jones for Little Angelique.
Small ax fall big tree the old folks say.
Five feet two.
Got hooks in you.
Weak in the knees when she looks at me.
Just a matter of time.
Just a matter of time.
Angelique. Baby.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Ihi yahnh ihi
Dance the calypso
Step to irie nuh ire
Life’s everliving love song
Though mi throat coarse
Mi wi sing fi yuh
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
When the gay colors
are removed,
you are left
with the colors
of Rastafari.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
After asking
She gave me the go-ahead
And it felt Irie
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Disrespect
Is served best
COLD
Unless you want to leave a burn
Then put desire in her heart,
Lust in her eyes,
&
Do as he did to her
* * *
The sky's been white for a while
The wind's cold like trauma
First little flakes
Then in abundance
The snow falls with grace
Kinda sounds like us
Our love had me way up
When the sun was shining
I felt Irie
But I noticed the leaves changing
Witnessed the rain & then the downpour came for me
All these doubts of mine confirmed
Didn't listen to what I knew
Ignorant & Niave
'you just made it easier for him to
TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU'
& sometimes he did
most times I didn't mind it
forced myself to be submissive
{sips tea}
so I could bear the pain
so I could play this game
Shots to the face,
As this ***** taunts me,
but I just look hydrated
'So, you think that you're **** so you think that you know?'
{sips tea}
Personally , yes & if channeled indeed
Really it's you full of toxicity
I bet you wish that you were me
Never would you admit it so I'll stay HUMBLE
Growing up & growing old, you are the latter
Weary, yes I'm tired of maltreatment of my soul
Abused by those, who think they know more than me
Teach me then elder, don't you manipulate me
If I'm supposedly niave , then what does that make thee?
I say, "Guilty"
If we are talking legally.
In other words, that's foul play.
{sips tea}
A thousand kisses, I still wish you could receive
But I'm a queen , we are of different classes
You can serve but you may not sit with me , you fool.
How merciful I am
To even let you live
How far I've come
...
Like a rose
I've grown
Beautiful
& now dangerous
A step up from the disrespected tulip
I was,
I was
Picked & prodded at
He-loves-me-notted with
Reconcile before you come for me,
THE FORGIVING
Oh, I shall not forget ; the painful bliss
*** appeal, that's what gave you all of me
Exodus, I must voyage to a higher freak-queen-see
So you can see the vision
But I'll be out of reach,
preserving me
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC