lips cherry red
lounges in sheer demur
she longs to stir about yet still
she smiles
smiling
she maintains her outward relaxed
sweet apperance for him
hair shining gold
his muse
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It is the lash of a season of hurricanes, even though the punishment is not meted out evenly
The thunder and lightnings sound their loud reports. They just cannot be about their business quietly, for it is the nature of thunder to sound out, even sometimes outside the season of Atlantic hurricanes
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This Moon Is Enough
After an early supper,
There was she, hung
Bright bold and round,
The night moon;
I thought she was a supermoon,
Oh but no,
She was just the Februrary moon,
Shinning for me,
To end my birthday,
The waitress said,
There is a new ice cream shop,
On the floor below,
I said to myself,
This moon is enough.
Did he ever say it?I love you i mean,
Of course he did!
Is the sky blue?
Well not always.
So he may have loved me, somewhat
Is delrium a mystery of male makeup?
Or maybe sometime,
Or even mistakenly,
Or he might have thought he did.
Isn't the "i do" factor
A happily ever after story line?
So then why does the griot
Stumble and mumble at
Where is he?
Where is she?
Might "happily ever after stories"
Do have a time frame, or
Could it be, it contained the word
Together?
Which got lost in time.
You know,
Words and phrases
Can be quite fickle,
That way.
It was much more than sitting,
Much more than applauding,
So much more than an evening
Out to see them dancing.
So much more than bodies twisting,
More than engaging
In those fine stories unfolding,
To the attention of a spellbound audience,
Much more.
August
you came in with
wide anticipation
frenzied steelband recognization
farewell
We Went To See Them Dance
They have silenced us,
With their craft of excellence,
These dancers,
Bending, stretching, cavorting.
They have silenced us,
With the years of discipline,
They have endured,
To get to tonight.
They have silenced us,
Yes, the audience is in hush,
Not even my cough,
Dares to sound out.
They have silenced us,
And we are still stilled,
When an applause blooms,
But not from us, the audience.
Then a tiny voice ask,
"Who's clapping?"
"I dont see anyone clapping"
"Sound effects",
The other tiny voice whispers.
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Rumpus Quadrille
What a rumpus, boys fighting on
the floor,
I looked but i'd never seen them before,
Where did they come from? two naughty boys,
Disturbing the peace, upsetting our joys;
They rolled then rumpus-thumped
Out the door,
I swear! i'd never seen them before.
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The wish for history and past thought
Steers him to the exposition
Wandering from room to room
Like a man in a museum
Eyes captivated by so much
Ancient issues, he muses
Why is this day so long
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Although the future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape; still, Aesop's fox cared not for tomorrow, but only for the destruction of his opponent's now
Imagine looking at a lush bunch of green grapes and calling them sour! Left to me i'd ask to sample one before purchasing, not relying on or accepting his lie.
Fruit and nut although delicious ingredients for a Christmas black cake, i relish the rum, ceiling in the flavours, adding a much cherished, umph!
Don't jibber jabber,
It's World Steelpan Day,
Send a greeting,
Beat a pan,
This musical instrument,
Is here to stay.
Listen to some steelpan music
I know you will like it.
Dance, dance, dance, it's good exercise;
It's World Steelpan Day,
Don't jibber jabber.
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walking in sync
two bestfriends
returning from school
the shadows beside them
seem to melt away from
a high tiled wall
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Rain Forest Trek
Sneakers treck through the rain forest
Eyes a wandering through the tree tops
What's that sound we want to know
In the city we do not hear this
The marvel of the monkey ladder vine
From ground to the trees grows strong
Strong enough to become furniture
To listen to your guide is wise
For some of these plants can grab and hold you
Never wanting to let you go
But its okay to breath in the sweet
Fragrance of the incense trees
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Last year, i bought a pair of silver sandals.They glitter in the sunlight. I admire my own feet with toes also painted silver.
This obsession with silver is not new. I suppose it will carry on long after the pair of sandals are no more wearable.
a long time ago
the pair of silver bracelets -
my husband wore one
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Magnificat of Morning - A Fold
Morning bespoke of bird song,
Wends her way in andante strides,
What could ever go wrong?
Sunrise, moonset, is morning's magnificat
As we know, bespoke of bird songs;
Fantasy of the earth standing still
Has been sipped like fine tea in long,
Pandemic permission curtailed days,
Still, will not cower to the fiction,
As Covid spanned its own season,
Even to morning bespoke of bird song.
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Saltfish accras were a breakfast treat
I'd sit on a kitchen stool to eat
Shuurr the sound of falling into oil
Hot enough to fry or boil
Food and fancy are still
The taste memories never at will
Let go of her cooking
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Fireworks
The night sky alive with the sound
Of booming colours lit,
Showers
Its impermanence though not found
Distinguishable fit
Flowers
It is more spectacle than awe,
Keeps the eyes peeled skyward,
Even
Curiosity of night law,
Colours drift and award
Heaven.
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Still awaiting?
Mr. Goodbar aint a coming!
He done that to many ah
Bit-O-Honey
You can call that his signature;
Charleston Chew and Sugar Babies,
Waiting at the bar,
Order: one more double, battender!
Three Musketeers enter;
Aint you a little bit young
To be sitting on the stool Sweetarts?
Mike & Ike shout across the room,
Let them be Watchamacallit!
They pretty enough to be 'ere
And they send over watermelon daiquiris,
For the Dots.
But no, my childish tantrums, prevented me from hearing the thunder and loving it. Seeing the lightning and being awed by the spontaneous brightness of a dull sky.
This is how betrayal, fools the unassumming, the naive, the young and unspoilt.
Banished
From the earth was fashioned,
From the likeness of God, the man;
And the breath of life,
Breathed into him.
From Adam's rib,
Was fashioned,
A helpmate called the woman;
And the breath of life,
Breathed into her.
The garden, their paradise given
There to live in,
To have of fruit with exception.
But the two they fell,
Into a trap laid well,
By the wiley wiley deceiver;
Clever clever he;
Approached the woman,
Knowing she, was held high
In esteem by her man;
With skillful debate
Was she baited, she ate;
Then she to the man to sate
Tasted of the fruit forbidden,
From their eyes, veiled
Innocence slipped;
Exposing to them at the hip,
Their loins in full nakedness,
Which they taught to cover
With leaves.
From the Lord God ever,
There is no hiding;
He knew of their deeds.
His compassion meted them,
Garments made of skins;
His wrath, banishment
With statuses new defined;
So then the woman,
By Adam, was named Eve;
Fitting her function given
By The Lord God; child bearer.
Banished then, and sent ,
Out from their garden home;
They went;
Wanderers for a new home.
Then Adam slept with his wife
Eve; child bearer.
Next sunrise, there he was
Bending through the morning wafts
Of breezes scullying through
Fronds of banana and papaya
Plants stationed to his garden
Over seconds he would speak
We meet again like new clouds
Mapping an unburdened sky
No coincidence of mine more like
A universe hurl of broken planets
Then suddenly like a mountain sweet
As petrichor after the rain
He says in the most tender way
Let's be friends
I felt like a rocket launched
