[Memorial park monument, Port of Spain, Trinidad 🇹🇹 from google]
Standing in the sun,
Standing in the rain,
Lucky you;
We have no winters,
We have no Autumns,
To freeze you,
Or make you colour shame.
You stand proud,
For the value of service,
And every year,
They come bowing,
Bringing garlands,
To the memory of,
Our fallen braves.
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Mango Chow
When i was a child i knew of a tiny tubular pepper we called bird pepper. These plants no one planted, they just popped up from nowhere, but did not remain in the size of a weed. They grew to well sized shrubs.
Maybe it was as Lisa Bellamy thought, “as a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.”
In those my youthful days. I used to add bird peppers to chow. Chow was any green fruit available peeled, with salt, garlic and peppers, added. In my area the favoured choice was mango chow. It was something as children we made, we relished we shared.
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So it is there
So it is here
The blooming pinks
Adding delight
So there it's warming up
And here it is hot as usual
Different climes
Different reactions
Ever the same
The way nature sways
Her awe
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Friends Debate Over...
So, do you want to?
I will let you have it, no problem,
The old fashioned clock on the wall stayed silent.
Should we do - rock paper scissors - then?
Oh please; say something! not with your eyes.
My coffee is cold, i shold not have sipped it.
I should have drank it more quickly.
Oh go on, you eat it!
The last cupcake is rightfully yours.
After all it is your birthday.
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Quadrile - Enchant
Some enchanted word play,
A absorbs the S in sunlight,
To throw planet earth into
Deep darkness,
The kind where,
God has to come to the fore,
With his commands of enchantment,
"Let there be light"
And then the S in sunlight returns,
Happily.
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Bright And Yellow
It was like any other morning
When i opened the front door
But this morning above a roof
Across the street
The Yellow Poui tree was in bloom
It was late March almost April
Hmm i said to myself
My friends in the colder climates
Are experiencing their season of Spring
And today three days into April it is
Bright and yellow
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A Mermaids Gain
My mother a mermaid bless her fins,
Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,
There were scurrying feet,
And water boiled and drinks served neat,
She thrashed about for all the pain,
But smiled in the end for i was her gain.
© gillena cox 2025
