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Good Monday folks. four days away from Independence day [31st August] i thought, why not present our National Birds today in mosaic and poem. Scarlet Ibis and Cocrico are The National Birds of Trinidad and Tobago. Both birds are featured on the Coat of Arms of Trinidad and Tobago, and are protected by law.
The Scarlet Ibis occurs in Trinidad; it is brown when young, it's colour changes to red when it is mature. The Cocrico; not found in Trinidad, is the only game bird on the island of Tobago, is referred to as the Tobago Pheasant.
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COTTON FLORALS
The moon was bright, yet dark the night.
Through the mud dried track, he hurried back.
To the kids and Miss Mildred, ah yes our man Fred.
Bouts of drinking and carousing;
That was his pleasure, how fickle his leisure.
She laughed shrill and high, head thrown back for fie.
Her perfume intoxicating, scent of wild crepe jasmine.
A smile, flashing a thousand stars alive.
He approached her heart racing, she advanced slowly teasing.
Hibiscus in her wide skirt rippled, oh fly in the web tonight crippled!
After midnight scores to settle, so she roams sharp as nettle.
Gorgeous in aura, wicked in nature;
La Diablesse night roaming tigress.
Oops, across a fallen branch he trips.
Under clear moonlight construe, of cloven hoof to view
Sweat stain body across, he signed himself a cross.
NOTE
1. Reposting COTTON FLORALS; inspired by a painting of Trinidadian Alfred Codallo [1913 - 1971] One can view his works at the National Museum,
2. Miss Mildred and Fred are just fictional names, not real people, used in this poem.
3.Glossary
La diablesse, pronounced - jab less[ in T&T folk lore a she devil]
yuh get away - you got away
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Good Monday folks. Eleven days away from Independence day [31st August] i thought, why not present our National Museum today in mosaic and poem. The National Museum and Art Gallery of Trinidad and Tobago, in Port of Spain, Trinidad is located at the top of Frederick Street, opposite the Memorial Park, and just south of the Queen's Park Savannah. The museum was established in 1892, as the Royal Victoria Institute. The building is an example of Victorian era colonial style of the British West Indies.
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Good Monday folks. August is special for me as i got married in August. Yesterday was my anniversary [although i live alone] But its a good date to remember for i have no regrets at having made that choice 47 years ago.
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OF POEMS
of poems are the invisible side of being,
thoughts, feelings, emotions
those colours hidden under the skin
those words whispered at dawn
when silence blankets earth and sky
of poems are the invisible side of being,
how seethed in anger blood boils
heart flutters in young love
and passions sway with the fickleness
of being human
of poems are the invisible side of being,
hot and cold
and lukewarm givings
sinewy and bones, frames of living
truth, dare, adventure and understanding
Blog hopping today with of poems
Sumana challenges "Okay, poem a poem about poem this week
My last line is a distortion of the last line from Rabindranath Tagore - Clouds and Waves "And no one in the world will know where we both are"
Reposting one of my 2014 poems LAKE HILLIER
The Lady Dunaliella Salina
And her exquisite sister Halobacteria
Sit in their boudoir under the sea
Spinning threads of pink cotton candy
Who knows where yarns of gossip go
Of Wati kutjara or salty bro
This much i know above as below
For miles and miles all is pink aglow
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Good Monday folks. Already its August. I choose to mosaic a pink wildflower growing in my backyard. Just didn't know what else to do this Monday. August is named in honor of the first Roman emperor, Augustus Caesar (63 B.C.– A.D. 14), who was the grandnephew of Julius Caesar.
AND A PINK QUOTE
“If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, but cool enough to be tender, innocent, open.”
― Ibi Zoboi, from her book 'American Street'
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