Truth Be Told - A Fold
They never believe me, why oh why?
My twin sister she is pretty, confident
In the way she spreads her mighty lie,
Mischief and misinformation, she,
Scattering these seeds, why oh why?
Am i ever an existence sturdy and strong?
To bend under the weight of a fly?
Perhaps i am intangible,
Could that be the reason why?
They hate me like bitter medicine,
Consumes tall tales of my twin sister, why oh why?
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A Heartfelt Prayer
Engrave your whistles morning birds,
So every clock is useless,
And let me awake to your hirds,
For dawn is always more or less,
That invitation to all the words,
Spoken from the a sunless,
Sky waiting for when moon,
Vanishes behind cloud curds.
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Image courtesy dVerse poetry pub
All the fires of red calmed
She sits demurely
Confident of her power
To lure him away
From the one who loves him true
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Heart Unclassified - Fold
There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:
Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,
At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,
Under a sky where destined birds fly;
Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,
Neither is it mixed or melded,
I can still taste coconut tart;
And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,
And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,
Its all there a science project of suspension;
No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.
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Quadrille Indigo
The Western Main Road is abuzz,
Onlookers dance to soca music,
The children in costume frolic
Under azure sky, where layered
Cumulus, puff up like cotton candy
In the afternoon sky;
Here comes a masquerader
His indigo motifs resonate his
Dancing in blue sneakers.
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She never liked Port of Spain. She lived in the central Trinidad an area called Warrenville. The bus route meandered through cane fields on those dusty afternoons she travelled home ftom work tired, but happy the weekend was hers to return home to her own five children left in the care of her mother and father
Such was her plight, an absconding husband, who deceided to go live with a woman who sang at calypso tents during the Carnival season. Her father had stretched out his arms to her. "Come back home, he said"
Use this as a challange she mused. It's not the end of the world, but rather you can make of it a parka for your soul, warming your consciousness to healing and growth. © gillena cox 2025
Birthday Party Quadrille
Its all happening online
Its all going to be sooo fine
Is promised - music and a good time
Come, let us lime
There'll be drinks and tidbits
Ah but no chairs on which to sit
Tomorrow i'll be five&seventy
Come to my amazing birthday party
© gillena cox 2025
NOTE: Birthday Party Link Opens Tomorrow
HERE
Blue Mood : A Fold Poem
When she left him, sadness reigned
Supreme, in every aspect of his being;
It's hard to say why, everytime it rained
He picked up his guitar, but never shed a tear;
Still, when she left him, sadness reigned;
Music can stir the soul in every way,
In every emotional state named,
Yet he choose the rain, to strum
Away those feelings, that to him pained
A heavy heart, heavier than a paint brush,
Truely when she left him, sadness reigned
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Groundhog Day Haibun
Groundhog Day, February 2nd does not apply where i live. Here it's the dry season, and any groundhop sitings would have to be at a mas band camp, particularly a children's camp, where masquerade or as we trinis 🇹🇹 say mas costumes are in the making.
However where the weather transforms from winter to spring Groundhog day may be seen to many there as a marker for season change from winter to early spring or not.
If you don't believe that groundhogs can predict the weather, it can still be a fun time to enjoy some groundhog day jokes.:
What's the furriest side of a groundhog? The outside...
Why did the groundhog bring its watch to the bank? It wanted to save time...
When does a groundhog come before a woodchuck? In the dictionary...
Did you hear about the groundhog that drank invisible ink? It's still at the doctor waiting to be seen...
seasons and time zones -
the universality
of really good jokes
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Groundhog Day Jokes from https://www.today.com
45 Funny Groundhog Day Jokes for Kids and Adults
Easy Peasy
NAME: she scribbles on the form,
Use this basket for completed forms,
Completed means you can leave the form,
She arose from her seat, form
In hand, near the standup fan,
Can i help you? asked the clerk,
Remove your pen from the clipboard,
"Sure" she replied.
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Delish
She cut a slice of
The warm sweetbread,
The butter melted quickly
Into the aroma of the slice .
She bit happily into her treat,
Hmm, her nose actually quivered,
A hint of nutmeg,
Her favourite spice,
What' s not to love
About this afternoon's snack?
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What will you quit?
Quitting dosen't mean you lack perseverance;
This sudden declaration,
This announcement
Will offer a chance,
To seize this moment of transition,
To foster growth.
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Fires ablaze, the winds rough enough to spread mayhem and catastrophe. People left homeless. Such is the mood of January in LA as a world watches and weeps at the plight of one another
Power shifts and power sits. With its quota of conspiracy theories on an important and significant day of memories
One significant question is posed: “where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”
In Trinidad and Tobago the vibe is hot and busy. Preparing for the street event of Carnival where a State of Emergency lurks in the shadows overseeing crime and criminal elements detrimental to life and peace. This truly is a world of chiaroscuro. © gillena cox 2025
“where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”–From Amanda Gorman, “The Hill We Climb” is to be used in our prose or flash fiction write today
Yet Another
The sounds of last year fights
The eve of New Year;
Booming noises, sparkling lights,
Questions arise,
As sounds of last year fights:
With our hope spirits,
Will it be better even if in slight?
Pondering is always the mood;
As this margin in time so slight,
Becomes the reality of yet another,
For sounds of last year fights.
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The Situation
When their ship left harbour,
Those sailors were already lifted,
Voices echoed in risque shanties
Out there on seas unending
Rough wind and waves befriend
Birds may squark, but to them
Was not music enough.
Anchor lifted to sounds of men
Tied by situation.
© gillena cox 2025
