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Poui Alert

Alive! The Queens Park Savannah

March is here do you hear

The breezes through poui

Trees dress themselves so

You and i will stare in gasps

Oh how pretty the pink is

But the yellow is gorgeous

Too, still the whites are showy

Enough to arrest our stares

Easter is near, or else

Why the fuss from trees at

The perimeter of The Savannah

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 Poetics: Embodying a Landscape 

Challenge: to  incorporate a landscape or cityscape into your poetry that either mirrors or amplifies your interior landscape (or lack thereof). Be sure to use the examples above to guide you as to what I mean by “embodying a landscape.” Is there a place that’s special to you, that moves you, that has become a part of you? Perhaps you have a memory of encountering a landscape that has changed you or enlightened you? What particulars of this landscape have inspired, comforted, encouraged, strengthened you, or done just the opposite? Put it all in a poem, and take us there.

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At Dawn

 Birdsongs at dawn

That time when i yawn

A sliver of light seeps in

My eyes seek to invite

Ah the wind so mild in sway

Banana fronds in shadow play 

Magical the hours of newness 

Erasing all my sleepiness 

Ah birdsongs at dawn

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 Quadrille #243: Bird is the Word 

Using the prompt word - bird

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 Oh the dusty windy days

Sneezes and coughs in assails

Indoor stays become again

The best choice of aging

Wait till later the night brings

A calming song of baslm

Then feet may dance

And wine to announce

The poet's ardous soul

Which only the moon soup

The gadabout's pervade

The gadabout's prevail

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 MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme 

Challenge:

• Write at least 12 lines of poetry in couplets
• separate the poem into couplets of 2 line stanzas
• the couplets must rhyme but only using half or para rhymes 

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 As sure as sunshine after rain

Trek when sunny the day 

Being close to trees again

Moss on age old stone

Birdsongs as sunshine after rain

Tired legs tired back

Stopping starting up again

Backpacks heavy to shoulders

Cicadas their shrill refrain

Atmosphere eerie forest green

Continue as sunshine after rain

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 Turn of Phrase 

Challenge: to write a poem using only phrases

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 Goings And Comings

[I looked at the Soaps and enjoyed them so much. I never knew then, i was part of a soap opera, myself]

Last year it was my London uncle, he died, RIP. Then my youngest brother hosted for the first time a Family Get Together. There were folks from New York and Trinidad. We had a fun day in August.

yellow tees bespoke

colour my deceased mother

loved so very much

So that was last year, when i met for the first time a sister, i had heard about, who materialized, wearing red the colour of planet Mars. All the folks associated with only my father wore red.

So this year my Grenada uncle passed. He was the beloved uncle of all his neices and nephews. Would you beleive, no had anything negative to say of him. He was phenomenal.

one more shining star  

has joined the overhead sky -

 for my uncle James

Then in comes a new brother, living in Florida, who was searching for his father, who happened to be also my father. In conversation with a cousin of mine he related his quest. He had gone to the right source. By serendipity his search ended. Except for Rose, who was still in Grenada after the funeral of uncle James. Wednesday gone we brothers and sisters met.

my new found brother 

at last we meet face to face -

celebration time

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  Haibun Monday 3-2-26: A “Life on Mars” Tribute

Challenge: compose a haibun that reflects that resonance, as a tribute to the Pulitzer Prize-winner’s work - Tracy K. Smith, “Life on Mars” Graywolf Press

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Wonderland Today - a quadrille

Tears welled into an ocean

Hard to believe humans 

Contained so much water 

Alice knew swim she must 

To get to the tea party

This was not yesterday's wonderland

To stay on that page

Here is a small fact:

 You are going to die

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  Poetics Tuesday: Beginnings are Endings 

Challenge: 

The following are some opening lines. Please choose one as the closing line of your poem.

1. “Here is a small fact: You are going to die.“

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

2. “It was a pleasure to burn.”

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

3. “All this happened, more or less.”

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

4. “History has failed us, but no matter.”

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

5. “They shoot the white girl first.”

Paradise by Toni Morrison

6. “I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.”

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

7. “The first thing I remember is being under something.”

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

8. “This is the saddest story I have ever heard.“

Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier

9. “I was looking for a quiet place to die.”

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

10. “I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice.”

  John Irving,  A Prayer for Owen Meany

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 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.

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  Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry 

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