This is what i read at the live meeting this Saturday
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Saturday, February 17, 2024
Thursday, February 15, 2024
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I used a grackle image from google to compose this image at picsart ©gillenacox2024
the carnival is over
loud music
no longer harangues
the neighbourhood
no lilacs here but
a grackle on my wall has its say
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##TODAY'S POEM IS A CHERITA...no title, verses: i line .3 lines. 2lines. .presented in lowercase.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2024
1144
Words On A Wall At A Ruins
Once; when the world danced
In riots joy
A feathered headdress lurked
Waiting to hurl a signal
The way a drum throbs
Life into meaningful dreams
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#fiction #ficticious place
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Poetics: It’s Written in Stone
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Monday, February 12, 2024
1143
[a jouvert band 2024 here in St James🇹🇹]
It is hot and bright after the jouvert mud mas, there is wild abandonment in the streets. This will shock only first-time observers.
This is sun season, dry season carnival season. This is February, with Valentine's Day easing in with roses and hopefully no thorns.
Soon The Wet Season to follow. But when the city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain; the yellow poui on the mountains will light up any overcast day.
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[yellow poui on the mountain]
NOTE:
Jouvert is the opening of the 2day adult masquerade through the streets. It is usually quite a dirty event. Traditionally the revellers are covered or splashed in mud. It all starts as early as 3: 00AM.
Poui a flowering tree
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…city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.’
in a prose writing not more than 133 words
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Thursday, February 8, 2024
1142
HOT DRY HEAT
The flowers bloom,
Obvlious of the heat,
The hardy ones;
Like bougainvillea,
And ixora.
The sky is bright,
A blue sky for sure,
Cumulus; like bagged
Cotton candy at a fair,
The flowers bloom.
Some with thorns,
Some without,
Isn't life like that,
For those pretty ones?
The sky is bright.
You just have to look up;
What is it about azure,
The colour of wonder,
And of blooms,
Some with thorns.
Like barbed wire,
Keeping out,
And sometimes keeping in
Screams, even when
You just have to look up.
Those fearless birds,
Tired of chirping,
Sit and rest;
Some even preen on lines,
Like barbed wire
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MTB: Cascading in Fives;
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Monday, February 5, 2024
1141
The following is but a tiny sampling of children masquerade along The Western
Main Road in St James yesterday 
Image: a quadrille
Wrought from imagination
A dragon
Or princess
Is creative business
Bringing much fun
In the sun
And great joy
To both girl and boy
There is wire bending
And attention spending
Sequins to stick on
The list goes on and on
Then the parades
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 429
HAPPY FEBRUARY TO ALL
Thursday, February 1, 2024
1140
image credit HERE
Fo'day Morning Expletives
Anger finds itself impaled upon a
spike like capon thus designed to naught
Obscenities reward excessive way
Locked in cursive verbal longings sought
Tis wee hours of morning arriving
Dawn to yawning loud stories be told
Tired stars see all as useless striving
Shadows carry restless drunks so bold
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NOTE: Fo'day Morning; a Trini idiom, is that time between dawn and morning light
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