Thursday, January 30, 2025

1248

[image: Gertrude Abercrombie’s painting Where or when (things past); courtesy dVerse poetrybpub]
Spooling Hope, a Fold poem
And where or when (things past)
Regurgurate, let them be pleasant
Memories of days gone fast,
And furious in a dance of joy;
Because where or when (things past)
Does not conform to forbidden
Or debarred, lingered in last
Kisses, or wasted lovers trysts,
Time wasted alas!
Should not thread a spool of 
Hope where or when (things past)
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Tuesday, January 28, 2025

1247

[image from google]

 Easy Peasy

NAME: she scribbles on the form,

Use this basket for completed forms,

Completed means you can leave the form,

She arose from her seat, form

In hand, near the standup fan,


Can i help you?  asked the clerk,

Remove your pen from the clipboard,

"Sure" she replied.

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Monday, January 27, 2025

1246

[ coconut sweetbread Trini style from Google]

 Delish 

She cut a slice of 

The warm sweetbread,

The butter melted quickly 

Into the aroma of the slice .


She bit happily into her treat,

Hmm, her nose actually quivered,


A hint of nutmeg,

Her favourite spice,  

What' s not to love

About this afternoon's snack?

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Thursday, January 23, 2025

1245

[AI image generated by Bing]
Not Sure
I stand at the threshold pondering,
Sometimes a no is not only harsh,
And not only intimidating,
It provokes a question, why,
If at the threshold pondering,
Not sure if this door opens out,
It is absolutely confusing,
Not sure if this door opens in,
I am not just debating,
Why is there even a door?
Not sure,at the threshold pondering.
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Tuesday, January 21, 2025

1244


 A CHANCE FOR FRESH IDEAS : Erasure poem

What will you quit?

Quitting dosen't mean you lack perseverance;

This sudden declaration,

This announcement

Will offer a chance,

To seize this moment of transition,

To foster growth.

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Monday, January 20, 2025

1243

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

Fires ablaze, the winds rough enough to spread mayhem and catastrophe. People left homeless. Such is the mood of January in LA as a world watches and weeps at the plight of one another

Power shifts and power sits. With its quota of conspiracy theories on an important and significant day of memories

One significant question is posed: “where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”

In Trinidad and Tobago the  vibe is hot and busy.  Preparing for the street event of Carnival where a State of Emergency lurks in the shadows overseeing crime and criminal elements detrimental to life and peace. This truly is a world of chiaroscuro. © gillena cox 2025


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Prosery: Finding the Light 

“where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”–From Amanda Gorman, “The Hill We Climb” is to be used in our prose or flash fiction write today


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Tuesday, January 14, 2025

1242

[image Photo by Henri Cartier Bresson, courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

 

Yet Another

The sounds of last year fights

The eve of New Year;

Booming noises, sparkling lights,

Questions arise,

As sounds of last year fights:

With our hope  spirits,

Will it be better even if in slight?

Pondering is always the mood;

As this margin in time so slight,

Becomes the reality of yet another,

For sounds of last year fights.

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Monday, January 13, 2025

1241

[image quote courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

  The Situation

When their ship left harbour,

Those sailors were already lifted,

Voices echoed in risque shanties


Out there on seas unending

Rough wind and waves befriend

Birds may squark, but to them

Was not music enough. 


Anchor lifted to sounds of men

Tied by situation.

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Friday, January 10, 2025

1240

[Joan Miro art, from google.com]
In This Space 
With a boom, bang bang, boom; 
The Old Year’s gone away; 
To nothingness and night i pace 
Myself to sleep; to dream, to wander, 
For here is where freedom lies; 
My fairies, my guardian angels, 
My elders all gone before me meet. 
To dance, to win battles, to feast, 
To question and to promise. 

And in this space, 
Without the celebratory noise 
Trying to mark time into sections - 
For really, time only continues - 
It is the awakening, leaving the dream, 
That cuts through space and time. 
Helplessness of tying together time and realms - 
Maybe that is why 
We created clocks and calendars
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MTB: New and Old in a Palinode 
I included in my palinode
The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “: John Clare “ The Old Year

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Tuesday, January 7, 2025

1239

[Micheal Sammut photography, silky owl butterfly courtesy dVerse poetry pub]


Silent beauty, Taenaris catops;
Do you sleep in the day like an owl ?
For only a short while your life hops,
Almost one third of a  year is enough.
Silky to the touch Taenaris catops,
Forest and marshes you inhabit,
For those mimicking eyes to pop.
Wouldn't you prefer meadow flowers?
Or sampling farmer's crops?
Or ravaging through farmyard sops?
Guess you are just Taenaris catops.
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Monday, January 6, 2025

1238

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

 Rain and rain and more rain. To round off The Rainy Season, to add a contrast background to Caribbean Christmas trees sparkling and blinking, indoors and outdoors.

The choice to be festive like the Christmas trees transfering your hope into the radiance of lights, or go for the gloom the misty grey clouded mornings, seeping depressed days into the soul.

rainy season ending

with 9misty morning clouds -

Christmas trees blinking

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