Funking for Jamaica


Bounce Wit me Y’all!! Let’s Go Funkin’ For Jamaica!!

Roaming Urban Gypsy

Today I was in my old neighborhood “Funkin’ For Jamaica!! Dig it!!

Tom Browne – Funkin’ For Jamaica

After visiting my brother Stephen at his training center AABR I went for a walk down memory land along Jamaica Avenue and Merrick Blvd. in Jamaica, Queens.

This is where I grew up and walking the streets brings back many fond growing up memories. Lots of studying and research at the Queens Public Library on Merrick Blvd. I also cut class. A Lot. Spending my time at the Library!! LOL!!  🙂  However once my Dad Edward G. Palmer found out needless to say No More Playing Hooky from School for me!

Today I was on a more noble mission to secure an IDNYC Card. Yes I already have a Driver’s License and my New York State Security License but the IDNYC Card affords New York City residents many more benefits. Plus…

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Fusion Poetry ~~ Epistle to the Daughters of Luna


Epistle to the Daughters of St. Luna

Amethyst and Garnet fusion dance THE TARANTULA NEBULA  whirling and twirling like  untamed dervishes through tentacles of Gordian knots. Together they trip the light fantasia. Bobbling, lolling, bobbing and weaving.  Swaying…. Praying… Homage to the Great Her.  Flowing through the Magellanic Clouds of Joyful Paradise.

30 Doradus begetter of infinite universes.  Stars kiss. Morph. Join forces into exploding orgasms each populating whipping legs of sown seeds.

Eternal moonshine of the flightless mind.

Dripping fine veils of hosiery over endless galaxies.

Ella Fitzgerald – Stella by Starlight

 

Memoirs of an Evening

Sepia toned Duckbill Platypus saddled with plastic implants blonde Double DD barbie doll. Grecian Urn of pale translucent white blue vein skin. All Hail the bright Neon Orange protector goddess. Astro Nose Noise. Brazilian butt jobs. Collagen plumped Lipppeeesss for days on end.

Below Ugly Toe Jam Drama. It jutted out precariously that if one breathed deep and two-stepped succinctly off it would jump into the hairy precipice, down the cliff and into craggy foreboding Temple ores.

The Metronome calls Cadence in accordance with ancient sweet sirens.

Well bred. Well groomed. Varnished White Mares. Striding the pecking order all vying to be Number #1 Trophy Wife.

 

 

Oh Divine One. Light up the Evening with your Glory.

Sarah Vaughan – Stella by Starlight