PARANG AGAIN
To wit and with humour plenty,
The bard pens his parang merry,
A song of Christmas,
Caribbean borne, alas
No snow,
But angels a plenty show,
Us joy with their parang songs.
Adore him,
Gift him,
Love is borne again,
Merry the time again.
© gillena cox 2024
The best kind of holiday gifts, the ones that bring joy to our hearts. Beautiful Q, Gillena.
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Very nice poem!
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I love this! I had to look up "parang" and it makes the meaning so much more ... meaningful. Thank you for insights into a culture that I admire but don't know well, and, in particular, for the last line, "Merry the time again". Your verse is prayer and praise.
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A festive quadrille.☺️
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A joyful festive quadrille, Gillena! I could do with a Caribbean Christmas with no snow and plenty of angels.
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Not a lot of snow here either... sounds wonderful where you are
ReplyDeleteI learned a new word "parang" :) Thanks for sharing the joy & beauty of your culture and Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI love that I just learned so much. You've written a beautiful poem that is at the heart and spirit of Christmas. (You do not need snow, you have the praiseful music)
ReplyDeleteThis is so refreshing Gillena, a nod to the divine, a sense of playfulness, and celebration.
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