01 May 2010

Maga Dawg*

dat maga dawg, him smart yah see,
fe sleep wid open eye;
him watch de pantry door all day
fe maid tah drop meat pie.

Him know de maid mus hurry fass
an pay tah him no heed;
an so him wait dere patiently
fe satisfy him greed.

An sure nuff come de maid mistake,
whilst bustin’ tru de door,
de tray fly up, lan at she feet
wid meat pies on de floor!

Ol’ maga dwag him jump up quick,
whilst maid stan dere an bawl,
an snatch one pie up en him mout
an nyam it crust an all.

Den, whilst de maid vex up an glare
wid look fe mek him die,
him jump behin de pantry door
an sleep wid open eye.

©Rasta Rascal

*Written in a simple form of Jamaican country dialect
known as patois. maga = skinny and undernourished,
nyam=to eat greedily

Sweet Fruit of My Desire

I hold her gently in my hands
beneath my favourite tree,
smiling at the lovely thought
of what she’ll give to me.

My fingers touch her silky skin,
caress her blushing cheeks;
inhaling her sweet perfume,
my hunger grows and peaks.

I peel away her soft pink dress;
exposing her to me;
she flaunts her perfect nakedness
and taunts invitingly.

With fingers pressed into her skin,
I lift her to my lips
and gently taste her sweet ripe flesh
in boyish bites and nips.

With eagerness beyond control,
I give in to my greed,
consuming her completely,
I fill my lustful need.

I love this ripe old mango tree,
of her I’ll never tire;
I’ll eat until the tree is bare;
sweet fruit of my desire!

gotcha! ;)
©Rasta Rascal


for thomas...
Demons stir,
taunting, teasing,
spinning webs of lies
and paranoia
deep inside the mind.
empty faces
spawned by seeds
of worthlessness;
shrewdly twisted
into a spurious sense
of credible reality.
©Rasta Rascal