Author/Poet E Lloyd Kelly Reading His Work. The "Bug Trafficking" story.
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What is Meant by Poetry in Motion | Poetry in Commotion
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 ...
Where is the Cockpit Country | Maroon Settlements in Jamaica.
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...
Man In the Media, A poem of the Times | Go walk those boots
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...