That Yellow House
When he had climbed up the stairs
He knew he shouldn't be unawares
Had there been blue skies this early
Then he would have knocked surely
For the fact of the matter
No matter what the weather
This yellow house shone
For moon or for sun
With its garden of flowers
Delighting passersby
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Sing
Sing to your soul
Demur and definite
Like a child lullabyed
To the land of slumber
In time there will be
A call and response
Like a concert
Well engrossed
Sing your chorus
Over and over again
Until you get to the end
Sing !
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Having haloweened the moon
He pumpkin-headed out of town
Wanting to ghost those friends
Who thought him stupid enough
To witchify the lawn
Planted by the new neighbours
So there he was at a strange bar
Treating himself
To beer after beer after beer
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His Pen Unsheathed
Begging not a pardon
Poet's pen scribbles
Merrily merrily to conjour
Pumpkins under Hunter moon
Pompous emporers
Stark naked before
A crowd too astonised
To snicker at him or themselves
Who unsheats his pen
To slaughter like an abbatoir
Those dared to slander
The good of a people
Meditate to godhead
Tis poetry's pen
Not that of the poet
Penned and done
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Hunter's Moon
In the midst of climate change, these incredibly hot days, in the past, October was the cooling down time, a time inspired calypsonian sang about Christmas breezes blow, meaning the cooling nights of October.
But, not so now, its cool only if your AC is on. And, there is no letting up for hot days and cool nights. The equation is now hot days plus hot nights
an October night
watching for the Hunter's moon -
surely it will come
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REVISIT
With Orange Crayons
What is the colour of sunlight
Bright as the glare of a lit place
Under azure sky filled of clouds
White as sheep's wool shaved
Who is so clumsy as to
Drain all the raindrops from
Each cumulus puff leaving them
Dry as bone in a boneyard
When will the golden sun bow
To a smiling cool day like a
Newworld springtime where
Every form of green greets the eye
Yellow alert says the weather woman
Remember to hydrate
Keep your waterbottles close
And your sweat bands intact
Is hell a freezing place
Where ice cubes are sovereign currency
Where ghost and goblins tremble so hard
They rise to earthly realm
Haloween draws near
With orange crayons
Just for the fun of it
Jack o lanterns grin
