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[images courtesy deVerse Poetry Pub]

A CROWDED CANOPY

Dropstop the bird songs

They twitter on and on

As if the dawn were their platformstage

Who told them to singtwitter

Witholding butterflysundaes

Under a crayonscrawled canopy

Called sky

© gillena cox

YOU AND ME

We friends know each other's language,

You say hello i offer a guage,

Of your mood and the scent of sage,

Drifting into my cage,

Coming from your kitchen, age

Old altar of  skiful mage

© gillena cox

QUADRILLE - LIGHT

By light of sky's dawn

I pocket my yawn

Drag one plastic chair onto the lawn

I have no desire to be a fawn

The say it will be a supermoon

Were i in love i would swoon

For some love ends too soon 

© gillena cox

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Quadrille #210 – Let there be Light

Nghệ thuật Lê Phổ

Get to know kennings

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OCTOBER IS CALYPSO HISTORY MONTH IN TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO
ENJOY THIS CALYPSO BY LORD KITCHENER (1922 –2000)

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I-  Calypso

Lyrics to make a big man cry,

Sassy women to whine,

And elders' stories to narrate,

Calypso sweet sweet calypso.

II - Steelpan

And; ah likyting likyting likyting,

That's how the whole thing start,

Then the tuning and the styling,

Now steelpan  is world class.

III - Doubles

You can leave your house on empty belly,

Stand up under the doubles vendor's umbrella,

Breakfast with - hot mild or sweet sauce,

Nothing like a doubles to start a trini day.

© gillena cox 2024

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MTB: Counting to Three

CHALLENGE:choose your own, a well-known, or a random location from the website what3words.com

use your three words to write a 3 stanza poem

each word as topic per stanza

each stanza numbered or subtitled with the reference word

MY WORDS 

calypso...steelpan...doubles

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OCTOBER IS CALYPSO HISTORY MONTH IN TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO
ENJOY THIS CALYPSO BY  Mighty Bomber (1928 –2022)

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[image Samuel Palmer, The Harvest Moon, c. 1833 courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

Harvest Fold

Penny for thoughts? mine's worth more,

Why begrudge with such tiny offering,

As done in yon ancient yore,

Darnel  and wheat  a harvest to gather,

Of toil and endurance mine's worth more,

Life we know from struggle and reward,

Sets to slumber and to snore,

When  the harvest moon alights every sky,

With dreams and legends and fervent lore,

Dreamer and doctor fisher and farmer 

Field a plenty, mine's worth more.

© gillena cox 2024

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Poetics: Haunted Harvest

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OCTOBER IS CALYPSO HISTORY MONTH IN TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO
ENJOY THIS CALYPSO BY  LORD MELODY (1926 - 1988)

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[Ariadne giving Theseus string before he enters the labyrinth] image courtesy dVerse poetry pub

 Quadrille String

You plucked the strings of my heart

Carrying a tune like apples in a cart

Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing

Ours was a melody oh so enticing

Days meandered into weeks without dread

Time took its own path on a journey

so well tread

© gillena cox 2024

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[gillenacox photo2024...stylised Caricature Leaf]

 Green Fold

Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green; 

Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,

Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;

Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,

Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;

The colour of trees unassuming,

Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,

Green as grass, green of leafy trees,

The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,

Essences of scenes at greening,

Cooling  relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.

© gillena cox 2024

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[image courtesy dVerse poets pub]

An Autumn Fold

What have  i heard of Autumn?

Leaves fall, they bare the trees.

What is this Season's anthem?

 Colours! brown, orange, red, and

Yellows too;  i 've heard of Autumn.

Some poets mourn, some celebrate;

Meeker morns are a humdrum,

But the berry’s cheek is plumper,

Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,

Though now the rose is out of town,

Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn

© gillena cox 2024

NOTE

Lines 7, 8, and 10 contain words from Emily Dickinson “The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.”

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[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

What do i know of equinoxes. I live in a clime where seasons are Dry (January to May)

 then Wet (June to December) But strange overlaps occur. Days thunders into Dry, and drought-like

days seep into Wet. But we, here in Trinidad and Tobago, are not the only ones marking these topsy turvy days.

I suppose equinoxes will remain stable, even though the scientist and climate observers question, will there be clear delineated seasons in the future?

Meanwhile i sit in my backyard at dawn; once there is no rain, and watch the stars, (before day saunters in) some twinkle, some don't.

The bold-facedness of a cat!  stalking through my back yard and slinking through the gate.I have no pets..

twenty-one stars counted -

the way Vivaldi knew it

seasons are destined

© gillena cox 2024

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Haibun Monday 9-25-23: Equinox

THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 447

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equinox: derived from the Latin aequinoctium
the phenomenon of equinox