Monday WRites 65

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THE OUTDOOR PICNIC
They tell me of the outdoor picnic
On the green grass in summer sun
Sounds wonderful i have to admit
Friends, neighbours and families group
Freedom celebrates the outdoor picnic
Wearing her colours of red white and blue
Yes folks; i can surely picture it
Night sky comes alive in a different way
Bursts of amazement fireworks predict
Their hearts to honour the fallen braves
In showers of peace at the outdoor picnic
THE OUTDOOR PICNIC © gillena cox 2016

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Form - The FOLD


Liberty is the breath of life to nations.
~ George Bernard Shaw


Happy Independence
to all my USA friends visiting ‘verses’ today

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IN EVENING SHADE
I rest in the shade of evening to dwell,
In the abode where contemplation sits;
Not in a yoga mantric pose, no, a spell
Of yawns and legs outstretched, best suits
My manner of cool down evening to dwell,
Here yesterdays, of caresses, like spoonfuls
Melt, in hot tea; a teacup hones its smell
Of lemongrass, a herb, a soothing balm
To calm the tantrums of wish it could tell
Days of happiness past, to, return my heart;
I rest here, in the shade of evening to dwell.
IN EVENING SHADE © gillena cox 2016


Form - The FOLD

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Will link also to On Popular Demand – Rest is the sweet sauce of labor – [6]

Monday WRites 60

Photo taken at The Indian Caribbean Museum; Waterloo, Trinidad; March 2012

DHOTIS AND ORHNIS
Fatel Razak rode the waves of hope and recovery
To sun baked days, in fields of King Sugar and Rum
Bare footed, bison and man, worked a path roughly
Strewn, with a music; orientally, ornately, flavoured
Yards of cloth carried waves of hope and recovery
Kholed eyes of women sought wrapped men in dhotis
Humbling themselves, to tread new mud, in a country
Squelched between their toes, their grip of a culture
Of homeland old, to eschew on the way to posterity
The rotis and chokas strengthened their tired bones
And daily they aspired on waves of hope and recovery
DHOTIS AND ORHNIS © gillena cox 2016

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1. Today is a holiday in Trinidad and Tobago
Happy Indian Arrival Day 2016
2. Fatel Razack was the first ship to bring indentured labourers from India to Trinidad
3. The dhoti Unstitched cloths, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist worn by men.
4. The Orhni A veil worn by women



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Will link also to The Tuesday Platform - Open Mic

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HIBISCUS
[version Sunday 29th May 2016]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
She however never ever, gets in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
And a house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind now, familiar, hedges with delight

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HIBISCUS
[version Monday WRites 59]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
But they never ever, get in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
A house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind, familiar, hedges with delight
HIBISCUS © gillena cox 2016



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Monday WRites 59; edited to link up to Bjorns prompt
The Butterfly Effect

Monday WRites 58

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TWITTERED IN
Today i awake to twittering birds
Taste of night still clings to my tongue
Void of awakening fills my empty words
Sights from faraway spheres to inform
Hence, today i awake to twittering birds;
Still i hold the grey of tumbling thoughts
From sleep-drome where nothing girds
Fancy flights of wings effortless in form
Words tell tales in seconds and thirds
Thirsty my lips from wandering in awe
Whence, today i awake to twittering birds
TWITTERED IN © gillena cox 2016



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Monday WRites 57

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NEW
What's new? we often ask, when filling gaps;
Expecting in turn, differences, between
Sunsets and sunrises, of yesterday's lapse;
Indeed, life shifts in particles, minute dust,
Ever in motion, thoughts unwind, filling gaps
Words speak, layering over creation's plans;
Nothing is new? only freshly served? perhaps!
Daily bread, consuming hunger, rewarding then
Task of nature, in bountiful kneading, overlaps
Giants are slumping, babies are crying, tis so
Will it ever stop? courage, when filling gaps.
NEW © gillena cox 2016



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[ a 2009 photo of The Waterfront, Port of Spain Trinidad; grey scaled and text added]

SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT
Shrouded thus, in dark secrets of night,
Shy moons hide, in obscure clouds;
Shadows ply their sinister plight,
For all is mystery ever unknown,
Silhouettes ride yon secrets of night,
Hurried messenger, mounts trusty steed
Loathsome arena, jumbies might;
Falling stars, no wish to deny,
Whispered yearnings to skyward sight;
Such is the ether in hidden carousal,
Never never, revealing secrets of night.
SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Susan's
mid week motif ~ secrets

Monday WRites 56

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MAY SIGNALING
The rains came with cooling breath,
Let nameless wildflowers colour life,
With gentle urging, place a wreath,
A maiden's head to garland then;
Leaf buds sprout, under cooling breath
Spreading smiles to silver tinged skies
Pliable clay, is earth here beneath
Craft your daydreams to rainbow worth
Place thee ponderings in fitted sheath
May is here; with ribbons a twining
In showy patterns around cooling breath
MAY SIGNALING © gillena cox 2016



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DAWN AND QUIET
Loud, the voices of men, in the quiet street,
And early morning noises from garbage trucks;
Workers risen so diligently, on their feet,
Clear the way for another day;
That ritual commotion in the quiet street,
Announce the return, from the realm of sleep;
Yet, still not heard, a birdie’s tweet;
Day in, day out, there will be rubbish;
The tropical air, cool, will greet,
Those coming in from the night,
Conscious, to early risers in the quiet street.
DAWN AND QUIET © gillena cox 2016

Written for Kerry's prompt at
Kerry Says ~ Let's Count on Our Fingers & Toes

Challenged to post a poem on the theme of 'Numbers and/or Numerology'
I choose to dwell on the number Eleven.
DAWN AND QUIET is a poem of 11 lines written in the form called The FOLD which i created in an experimental online exercise in 2007.

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MORNING
Canopy of morning, the stars rest now
In a cloud tinted pink, the marquee states morning
Feathered heralds from every bough,
Have a say in democratic parlance, to shape the day
Courage paints the sun rays radiant, the stars rest now
Once i stood, handbag shouldered, with lunch brown bagged
To the echo of honking horns streaming somehow
Issues of bread and butter salt, garlic and theater
Back then everyone was going through the door to allow
Empty houses to sleep, dream, and wait the din of returning
Morning, i while away in poesy, as the stars rest now
MORNING © gillena cox 2016




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Today's poem is a Fold.



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Will link this to this week's open mic at
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Monday WRites 47

MUD MAS
Early Monday morning, and de mud mas come out
An every body who is any body watching
How de mas showoff, walking 'bout
Like he own the road, de road is he own
But wat yuh expect? early Monday, when de mas come out
More whine than a winery could distill
An more mud than a pig with ah snout
Could slobber in ah lifetime
Jouvert, jouvert Monday without a doubt
Dutty smiling mud mas day
Earlier than the sun, de mud mas come out
MUD MAS © gillena cox 2016

Glossary
de - the
'bout - about
he own - his
An - And
wat - what
yuh - you
ah - a
Jouvert - starts the Carnival at pre dawn, traditionally, its very messy costuming. (mud, paint and in recent years chocolate covered bodies gyrate to early morning rhythms)
Dutty - Dirty



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Will link this to this week's open mic at
The Tuesday Platform


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Linking also to
Ruby Tuesdays Too