Gnawing hunger was eating
Away at her being
He left her oh too soon
Blame it on the moon
She didn't deserve this
Unkindness clouded like mist
She should try to move on
Maybe it was put on
Like a curse
Couldn't be worse.
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Gnawing hunger was eating
Away at her being
He left her oh too soon
Blame it on the moon
She didn't deserve this
Unkindness clouded like mist
She should try to move on
Maybe it was put on
Like a curse
Couldn't be worse.
Women in Carnival TT🇹🇹
Are we courting fire and brimstone?
Or, how deep are we into Hades?
Toe deep, ankle deep, knee?
It worried me for a while,
My masquerading sisters,
Playing mas so bare.
I pondered and contemplated.
You know, there was a time,
When women did not play mas,
Even though there were female roles
Men played them,
As i ponder, present day, women in mas,
Could it be, we are poems of protest?
Our energies are varied:
You know how recess time at school,
For some kids was play till you sweat,
While some more reserved will,
Go back to class intact,
Shirt in pants blouse in skirt.
So the way some women plas mas today,
Is our mind set recess time?
Then what of the spirit,
Because some folks cannot,
Look at these (ob)scenes,
Remember The Garden of Eden?
Remember how innocent we were,
Before that bite of the apple?
Then what happened?
God fashioned clothes
From fig leaves for us.
Are we poems of protest?
Is it recess time?
Will we get enough clothes sewn?
Do we need clothes in our sunfest?
Guidelines:
2. Continue with more questions that deepen, pivot, or expand on the theme.
3. Pair each question with imagery and metaphor. Let the image do some of the work of meaning.
4. Use at least two other poetic devices:
*personification
*alliteration or assonance
*contrast or paradox
*repetition for musicality
5.End on a question and resist the urge to resolve.
Let curiosity guide your lines. Let questions feel as powerful as answers.
THIS POEM IS A GLIMPSE, A SMILE AND A KISS
This poem is a glimpse
This poem a smile
This poem is a kiss
This poem is a glimpse as of
Strangers, but not so at all,
It is you, full of mischief
After our recent tryst
This poem is the smile you
Toss, at my greedy heart,
Wanting more, so much more
Of you, i swear i will swoon
This poem is a feather light kiss.
The kind that tingles and awakens
Desire, seeping through bones, to soul
Correct in effervescence
This poem is that glimpse of you, hours after
This poem is your smile, lingering through my day eternalizing minutes
This poem is your kiss, light enough to stir my soul.
It is disgustingly disturbing the way lips forget. What they have kissed, become not sacred but obliterated and the taste of desire lingers like a gnawing hunger, biting into the secrets of night.
How many days must traverse one calendar before, feelings speak their truth. Before moons ripen bright in night skies for lovers to swoon over, with future promise.
The blue moons, the black moons, the super moons, all with their lights of varing orb. When is a kiss sealed, to tomorrow, still lingering in the now
Left or Right: A Fold
Walk with me, this sunny day
Let's count our strides; one
Two, three, here to there, may
Get us only to the curve, just
Barely; yes, this sunny day
Clear of the front gate, here
The Western Main Road, lay
Shall we go left, or go right,
To the market place i dare say
Not to distant, stacked with
Goodies to fetch, this sunny day
When Flowers Bloom In The Street
Yesterday was the Sunday
For Children Carnival parade
In St James 🇹🇹 near where i live
St James 🇹🇹 comes alive
Old and young dancing
Watching the children
The sun is hot hot
But nobody really cares
Watching the parade
The children enjoy
Displaying their fancy
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