Magnificat of Morning - A Fold
Morning bespoke of bird song,
Wends her way in andante strides,
What could ever go wrong?
Sunrise, moonset, is morning's magnificat
As we know, bespoke of bird songs;
Fantasy of the earth standing still
Has been sipped like fine tea in long,
Pandemic permission curtailed days,
Still, will not cower to the fiction,
As Covid spanned its own season,
Even to morning bespoke of bird song.
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Saltfish accras were a breakfast treat
I'd sit on a kitchen stool to eat
Shuurr the sound of falling into oil
Hot enough to fry or boil
Food and fancy are still
The taste memories never at will
Let go of her cooking
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Fireworks
The night sky alive with the sound
Of booming colours lit,
Showers
Its impermanence though not found
Distinguishable fit
Flowers
It is more spectacle than awe,
Keeps the eyes peeled skyward,
Even
Curiosity of night law,
Colours drift and award
Heaven.
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Still awaiting?
Mr. Goodbar aint a coming!
He done that to many ah
Bit-O-Honey
You can call that his signature;
Charleston Chew and Sugar Babies,
Waiting at the bar,
Order: one more double, battender!
Three Musketeers enter;
Aint you a little bit young
To be sitting on the stool Sweetarts?
Mike & Ike shout across the room,
Let them be Watchamacallit!
They pretty enough to be 'ere
And they send over watermelon daiquiris,
For the Dots.
But no, my childish tantrums, prevented me from hearing the thunder and loving it. Seeing the lightning and being awed by the spontaneous brightness of a dull sky.
This is how betrayal, fools the unassumming, the naive, the young and unspoilt.
Banished
From the earth was fashioned,
From the likeness of God, the man;
And the breath of life,
Breathed into him.
From Adam's rib,
Was fashioned,
A helpmate called the woman;
And the breath of life,
Breathed into her.
The garden, their paradise given
There to live in,
To have of fruit with exception.
But the two they fell,
Into a trap laid well,
By the wiley wiley deceiver;
Clever clever he;
Approached the woman,
Knowing she, was held high
In esteem by her man;
With skillful debate
Was she baited, she ate;
Then she to the man to sate
Tasted of the fruit forbidden,
From their eyes, veiled
Innocence slipped;
Exposing to them at the hip,
Their loins in full nakedness,
Which they taught to cover
With leaves.
From the Lord God ever,
There is no hiding;
He knew of their deeds.
His compassion meted them,
Garments made of skins;
His wrath, banishment
With statuses new defined;
So then the woman,
By Adam, was named Eve;
Fitting her function given
By The Lord God; child bearer.
Banished then, and sent ,
Out from their garden home;
They went;
Wanderers for a new home.
Then Adam slept with his wife
Eve; child bearer.
