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Red Cherry Red
Poem

That fire, they said, was red as red as red
as red as a fox, your lips, a cherry;
that fire, they said spread and spread and spread,
faster than a cheetah or a nasty rumour;

BOOKED
Poem

  Nicholas, I’ve warned you

about not paying attention

in my class.

This is your final warning.

Poem

At swimming once,
I went to turn from front to back
and just kept turning,
just kept turning,
turning over,
over and over,
till the swimming teacher said,

Poem

A free bird leaps 
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends 
and dips his wing 

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Steven Camden (also known as Polarbear) is a spoken-word artist, novelist, playwright and screenwriter. His poetry collection Everything All At Once won the CLiPPA 2019.
Poem

Dada taught me cards.
Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.
A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.
His big belly like a cannon ball.

Poem

In the Carribean
at the end of day
sun drops suddenly
like a fire ball
behind forested hills

Poem

Say, Good mornin, Granny Maama
Good mornin, Grandpa Taata.
Good mornin when it rainin.
Good mornin when sun shinin.
Good mornin.

Poem

One two three,
you can dance like me.

With arms held high
that's how you start,
let deh music touch your heart.

One two three,
you can dance like me.

Poem

Jumbie jump high
Jumbie jump low
Jumbie jumpin to calypso

Jumbie doin a dance
in de silk-cotton tree
he waitin for jouvay
an steelban music to breakaway

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