Author E Lloyd Kelly

Poetry in Commotion, just another poem of the times by author and poet, E Lloyd Kelly Be sure to watch the video. One was to have seen it in some social media forums, coming to us in recent times and altered decor rums. Imaginary imagery of other types of supposedly, well-placed arguments under teleprompter letterings. Captioned to say to me. “The black people are the stupidest people on the planetary system today.” That’s the most outrageous thing to say! Nay? Or yay! But, instead of anger and our outrage, someone else and I were heard shouting to have their say. “Yeah! yeah man,” on our earing page. Because, that was our first reaction to the said comments coming off them and us, and here’s the cause. Even to a fraction. Although I myself, and he, and them, all three. Are oblivious to the obvious reason that he, yes, him and I. We’re those types of manly guys, the best. We would never become so quietened that we would not be able to stand up in the doorway and say. “We’re happy ...

Many Maroon settlements in Jamaica, are mentioned in this poem by, author and poet, E Lloyd Kelly. Here for you is a poem called Cockspur in the Cockpits. I'm here writing love letters to my black brothers, and yes, sisters too. Cock spurs in the cockpits . A poem of the time by E Lloyd Kelly. In solidarity with the Jamaican Cockpit Maroons. Yes mi fren. Cock spur Makkah gwine juck dem, right here in the Cockpit Mountains. Getting ready they are, yes. Getting ready to knock fists, by knocking it downhole, in the cockpits. They thought it was going to be easy, just go get it done, they say, and come back quickly. But it was the first time ever, that night, that some of them were going to the cockfight, so. They were wandering in the car, “Hey!” they asked, “What are those bowls really for?” They were to find out really soon, when she was to fall-in, upon the boom. Yes mi fren. Zooming-in, on the other end of the other broom, you know, the sort that was not what they were ther...

Because I think this is really good, I want to share it with folks. Especially my folks. Please, thake note. Man In the Media (Pt. 1) “You’re not here to think, nor are you here to speak the truth”. He’d said to me. “Just go walk those boots, so.” Because I think this is really good, and because I want so much to share good things with folks. Especially with my folks, as should. And because I know that some of you don’t read very much. Well, so it was said in my hearing aid and such. That’s why I had to read it for them, and you. In somewhat of a familiar voice, vernacular terms and tongue too. Which is actually, the reading voice of a people. The very few who liked anything to do with reading in the vehicle. They’re my people though, and yours, and you are? Wait, don’t shoot just yet. Not before you hear this. … I’m talking about the man in the media, he’s getting you to change your ways. Waste you and your fore-parents’ goodness. Things that served you from ancient days. To sho...

It’s my Mother’s Day wish for you -mother. Now what can one say about this one that has not already been said? Mom, this one’s for you. It’s My Mother’s Day Wish for you. Happy Mother’s Day -mother. See the video here. It was September, do you remember mother, oh mother dear? If you don’t remember it, mother, well, that’s why I’m here. You gave birth to a son, a goodly son. You’re all grown up now, you are a woman. But, you were not quite yet done As the years and months came and went. So they came as if they’re sent. Many-a sons and daughters too. They were more than just a few Dad was there, a willing hand. A helpmate, a friend, and your husband. He’s gone on now, too soon we say. We should have told him, but he went away Oh no, not again, we won’t let you go before we tell you. Even though we know that you know that we love you, mother dear. We love you so Happy Mother’s Day, oh mother dear. And that would be every day, of every year. To prove that fact, you’d mark a dot. In s...

Messaging, as seen through the eyes of an author and poet, on the roads as traveled in one lifetime He remembers it well, as a young boy in grade school, and hating the bell. For always ringing them “back to class” as a tool. While messing around with a bunch of other rowdy boys one day, and shunning the girls who wanted to play. You know them, those who always wanted to join in on the boys’ games of the day. But then again. He was to have noticed a conversation going on between the headmistress and her, yes, the head tomboy, as it occurs. That’s her there, in a blue uniform dress. Beware! One of the girls vying hardest to participate in boys’ games, I guess. The conversation was to have continued on the inside too when classes resumed minutes later than him and you. The headmistress wanted to use the little incident as a teaching tool. The young girl had gone in and made a complaint to her about something which she said, one of the boys had said to other fools. She was sure of it....