Fill my cup with
tasty aromatic coffee,
for morning light has struck
a pose in the sky,
vanishing cobalt tones
to later and anon
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Thursday, May 15, 2025
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
1279
[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]
Animo
Swamped in state of apachurrado
I felt i had no where to go
Except in the direction of ecabronado
That for a looong time was so
Until i came to wise ni modo
Absorbed in the ways of church once more
What ensued was merciful animo
Now i care for nothing more than
That facinating estrenar
See what the Lord has done for me
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Words I Used
(Given a list of words from I Have No Word in English Fo By Sandra Cisneros (The New Yorker print edition, September 16, 2024)
Apachurrado. Hat run over by a truck. Heart run over by unrequited love.
Estrenar. To show off what’s new gloriously.
Encabronada/o. A volatile, combustible rage.
Ni modo. Wise acceptance of what fate doles.
Ánimo. A joyous zap of fire.
Monday, May 12, 2025
1278
[image made with Bing AI generator]
“Calling Things What They Are.”
If you are sad say so. If you are happy let it show. Being straight saves a world of misconceptions, lots of time wasted, and more best results.
Don't call tears raindrop, or smiles up side down frowns. Calling things what they are, is the best way forward. Leave poetry to the poets.
Life gets real when you face it head on. I have no skills for flight or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself. A balloon is a balloon. A spade is a spade.
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Challenge: To include the line
“I have no skills for flight or wings
to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself.”
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
1277
[image Georgia O’Keeffe, The Black Iris (1926), oil on canvas, Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, gift of The Burnett Foundation: courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]
From the atelier window,
I looked out to be absorbed,
By an iris, an abstract work
Of God in the evening shadows,
A vanishing point of day,
Not just a sunset, but more so,
A polychromatic overlap of emotions,
This was the expressionism gift
That later artist would receive
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We got paintings by Georgia O’Keefe
as well as a selection of words to use in an ekphrastic poem.
Monday, May 5, 2025
1276
[image courtesy, dVerse Poetry Pub]
Tangle - Quadrille
Untangle this,
If you should miss
The opportunity, to
See groups of two
Colours, their strands
Relating where you stand,
Then the better to see
You, my dear can be
Drinking soup from a bowl,
Red as your dear soul,
Aflamed with filial love.
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Thursday, May 1, 2025
1275a
[image made with Bing AI generator]
She-lm
all the newness in the news
tell stories of super gals,
women born to wonderful
rule, rarely letting go of
duty, destined to their lives,
she surely can at the top,
be bold and courageous too
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#Note: Subsequently, The President, The new Prime Minister, and The new Leader of The Opposition are all women.
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1. Poetry formulae for Complex Alliterisen:-
a 7 line poem
2 alliterations on every line
choose a syllabic count of 7 or more thus:
.
Tuesday, April 29, 2025
1275
[Martin Jennings’ statue of Philip Larkin (2007) courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
Piercing The Silence
When i heard his shout,
I thought yes, he has returned home,
The bell on the ice cream cart
Tinkled, a hot Sunday afternoon.
Children in the nearby houses
Screamed, running barefooted
Into the dusty country road,
For ice cream, in tubs and on sticks.
Bring me a large plastic bag!
I want to buy some ice cream sticks,
To keep in the fridge,
For when the grand kids come by.
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Monday, April 28, 2025
1274
clinging for dear life
a few late pink Poui -
neighbourhood tree
Here in T&T 🇹🇹 the Poui trees break out in bloom around the same time that your Cherry is blooming, mid-March to late April. It's a blossoming tree thing, has to be.
yellow trees nearby
are still showing off their -
golden blossom hues
They are very very distracting, so much so, on my way to the polling station this morning, i had to stop to snap some.
Today is General Elections, here in T&T 🇹🇹
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Tuesday, April 22, 2025
1273
[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]
Destined Moon - a Fold
Blame it in the moon, she of waxing and waning,
Predestined through myriad phases,
All her life spent in shiftshaping,
All her wanders through continents,
Seemingly stationary, she of waxing and waning
Oceans and tides listen,
And farmer's worms digging,
Know how deep to penetrate,
In the job of soil airing,
And lovers too like to say,
Blame it on the moon, she of waxing and waning.
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Monday, April 21, 2025
1272
[Claude Monet painting from google]
Who Alters
Who alters the skies
To form sleep time
To form wake time
The Great God of it all
Who alters that rain
Should cool too hot sunny days
Only the Great God of all
I've hear of him
Seen his power
Seen his wonders.
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Friday, April 18, 2025
1271
[ image made with Bing AI generator]
Easter Egg Shell
It was Easter so of course
Bunny popped out of an Egg,
When else would she be able
To accomplish such a feat
With such ease.
The wind blew just for
Ti marie flowers,
That were withered enough,
To take the ride and with ease,
Bunny's whiskers twitched
With ease in a most annoying way,
What's this all about,
She thought to herself.
Her achoos sent bits of egg shell,
Flying all over the place,
With ease so much so,
That one bit escalated,
With force and speed.
Bunny, being her adventurous self
Hopped on for a ride of her life.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2025
1270
[Memorial park monument, Port of Spain, Trinidad 🇹🇹 from google]
Monumental
Standing in the sun,
Standing in the rain,
Lucky you;
We have no winters,
We have no Autumns,
To freeze you,
Or make you colour shame.
You stand proud,
For the value of service,
And every year,
They come bowing,
Bringing garlands,
To the memory of,
Our fallen braves.
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Monday, April 14, 2025
1269
[bird pepper image from google]
Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words,
Including the given line from a
poem.
“As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.” From the poem,
Wild Pansy. by Lisa Bellamy
Mango Chow
When i was a child i knew of a tiny tubular pepper we called bird pepper. These plants no one planted, they just popped up from nowhere, but did not remain in the size of a weed. They grew to well sized shrubs.
Maybe it was as Lisa Bellamy thought, “as a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.”
In those my youthful days. I used to add bird peppers to chow. Chow was any green fruit available peeled, with salt, garlic and peppers, added. In my area the favoured choice was mango chow. It was something as children we made, we relished we shared.
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Thursday, April 10, 2025
1268
[this photo first blogged at
Lunch Break
So it is there
So it is here
The blooming pinks
Adding delight
So there it's warming up
And here it is hot as usual
Different climes
Different reactions
Ever the same
The way nature sways
Her awe
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Tuesday, April 8, 2025
1267
Friends Debate Over...
So, do you want to?
I will let you have it, no problem,
The old fashioned clock on the wall stayed silent.
Should we do - rock paper scissors - then?
Oh please; say something! not with your eyes.
My coffee is cold, i shold not have sipped it.
I should have drank it more quickly.
Oh go on, you eat it!
The last cupcake is rightfully yours.
After all it is your birthday.
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Monday, April 7, 2025
1265
Quadrile - Enchant
Some enchanted word play,
A absorbs the S in sunlight,
To throw planet earth into
Deep darkness,
The kind where,
God has to come to the fore,
With his commands of enchantment,
"Let there be light"
And then the S in sunlight returns,
Happily.
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Thursday, April 3, 2025
1264
Bright And Yellow
It was like any other morning
When i opened the front door
But this morning above a roof
Across the street
The Yellow Poui tree was in bloom
It was late March almost April
Hmm i said to myself
My friends in the colder climates
Are experiencing their season of Spring
And today three days into April it is
Bright and yellow
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Tuesday, April 1, 2025
1263
A Mermaids Gain
My mother a mermaid bless her fins,
Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,
There were scurrying feet,
And water boiled and drinks served neat,
She thrashed about for all the pain,
But smiled in the end for i was her gain.
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Monday, March 31, 2025
1262
[Just a mention: today is a public holiday here in Trinidad and Tobago, Shouter Baptist Liberation Day]
Option...
Here is one, here is another. Though they are found some distance apart, the lesisurely walk along Maracas Beach in new flip flops close the distance between finds.
The tiny shells we pick up are halved and empty and halfway buried in the sand. It is a fun pastime, though.
Chip chip is delicious when curried, so i have heard, time and time again, but i have never eaten this much talked about dish.
a nagging hunger
lets go to get bake and shark -
now all of us smile
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Tuesday, March 25, 2025
1261
[AI art generated by Bing image creator for gillenacox2025]
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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Monday, March 24, 2025
1260
Praying Hands’ (1508) by Albrecht Dürer courtesy, dVerse poetry pub
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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Thursday, March 20, 2025
1259
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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Tuesday, March 18, 2025
1258
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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