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Four Stanzas of Grey voiced by gillena cox 

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UNREQUITED

A sword it was to strike at the heart

Sharp, swift in mercy, no glint of light

How can a season of rain torrent through

To the silence, without the warning thunder

Yet, there it be; fixed, pinned to heartbreak

That foolish allusion of love; unrequited offerings

To underserved  stalwarts of selfish worth

Pierced, friezed,  a sacred monument of dotish pleasure

No lamb, no sacrifice 

Only pain, angst, and longing nailed

To a parapet of learning.

Regrets are wasted in continuous flow of life's river

© gillena cox 2021

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Prosery: The Waste Land

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It was in deep quiet, that he had returned to his friend's planet - Earth. They had promised to keep in touch by siman, but he was never one who liked wrist watches, those times he had sojourned on earth. So he just never got around to keeping in touch. But he knew his friend Adam would welcome him anytime he wanted to visit back.

Where were the cars, the buses, the trains, the aeroplane noises,  the men and women walking the dogs. 

What was happening to his friend's blue planet earth?

As he walked a familiar path; the words he once met came to mind again “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?” In short where was everyone, what was happening. 

Later at his friends house he met with the words pandemic and lockdown. © gillena cox 2021

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WHISPERS

The yellow ixoras have responded
To the rain showers
Opened like radiant fairy umbrellas

There are children out in the street
Walking past the curb
Now with the phased openings

A passing car is vibzing
One hundred days Christmas music
Like a mobile parang radio station

I saw the clouds darkening again
But no thunder sounded
In the vast ominous above

In a beautiful gilded way
The evening sun is whispering sayonara
Listen! shh, listen.
© gillena cox 2021

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Just around the corner is the calypsonian
The kaiso man; guitar strumming, pan beating,
Heart smiling, teasing singer-man.

Everybody's business, is his business.
Politician, hornerman, priest and warner woman prophetess.
Listen to the calypso man.
He, better than reading any newspaper.

He, is who tells all.
Sordid, witty, serious or risque.
He, tells all, all.
Yeah for Octobers !
If only to remember the old greats, the sing-it-all griots of old.
© gillena cox 2021

#Calypso music first emerged in the eighteenth century in Trinidad among communities of African slaves. The musical style was an evolution of West African kaiso, and the satirical lyrics often mocked slave masters through double entendre.

#See also at google  : A Brief History of Calypso Music - 2021 - MasterClass

#hornerman = illicit lover

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Father of this nation

Your words still echo 

To the children shut in

Because of the Covid 19

That their book bags carry

The future of a society

That is T&T

Tap your key boards young ones

Zoom your home-works

Pay attention to your studies

He must be smiling over them.

© gillena cox 2021

"On your scholastic development, the salvation of the Nation is dependent…you carry the future of [the Nation] in your school bags.”  -  Eric Eustace Williams. First Prime Minister of Trinidad and Tobago

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Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones

Along a stony path a mocking bird skips

Stopping now and then when her beak dips

Insects caught between crevasses

Hinder  not her hunger, she passes

Gingerly knowing there they live 

Her feathers a preening she will give 

Thence evening roosting flight her motive 

© gillena cox 2021

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