Hunter's Moon
In the midst of climate change, these incredibly hot days, in the past, October was the cooling down time, a time inspired calypsonian sang about Christmas breezes blow, meaning the cooling nights of October.
But, not so now, its cool only if your AC is on. And, there is no letting up for hot days and cool nights. The equation is now hot days plus hot nights
an October night
watching for the Hunter's moon -
surely it will come
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REVISIT
With Orange Crayons
What is the colour of sunlight
Bright as the glare of a lit place
Under azure sky filled of clouds
White as sheep's wool shaved
Who is so clumsy as to
Drain all the raindrops from
Each cumulus puff leaving them
Dry as bone in a boneyard
When will the golden sun bow
To a smiling cool day like a
Newworld springtime where
Every form of green greets the eye
Yellow alert says the weather woman
Remember to hydrate
Keep your waterbottles close
And your sweat bands intact
Is hell a freezing place
Where ice cubes are sovereign currency
Where ghost and goblins tremble so hard
They rise to earthly realm
Haloween draws near
With orange crayons
Just for the fun of it
Jack o lanterns grin
The Reality
So very clear i dare say
I do remember that day
Gun toteing men
Wearing fatigues
Crawling about on the TV screen
Just like in a movie scene
Only
That was the reality
Not one bit surprising
Until
The announcement of
A coup d'etat
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Beloved Moonshine
Meeting the storm with a kiss
Oblivious to what we will miss
The wind like the way snakes hiss
Country roads dusty
The put put of a tractor hasty
What she said so nasty
Ripples at surface lever
Where moon shine sever
The thoughts of dark nights ever
When the taste of sugar is sweet
And the taste of honey to eat
Let the colours of treacle meet
For moonshine lifts
The beloved with winding hearts
To taste to see the bloomed roses
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This Is Halloween — The Nightmare Before Christmas
So to grin and to grin
For tis the night we almost win
Next year to try again the sin
To lure all humans to the dark
We sing and chant hark hark
For even now a chance to bark
No ravens choose to sing like lark
But edgy dogs keep calling out
We're pumpkins round and stout
Some with lights some gone out
A scary season no doubt no doubt
Season to scare and souls to win
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REVISIT
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Night of Fright And Fantasy
There was a moon that night We wanted to walk under its light. See the glimmer as the ripples over the sea distorted it, like a photo edited. But we were not alone in this desire.
For the dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead. Chains, it sounded like chains dragged across muffling grassland.
Near Halloween, the mind works in overtime fantasizing: Headless horsemen, witches, grinning pumpkins. All this and more, that had been stored on the subconsious plane. Regurgitating fantasy and fury, horror and mayhem. So much can a mind encounter.
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Handkerchief from his pocket
The magician's deft hands
A rose blossomed
Red so red
Nose on the clown's face
The sweet breath of a garden
Morning is here
Air pocket in the cloud
A loud aeroplane jets through
Mending fences skyward
Where distance diminishes
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That's It For Today
Fourth quarter
Changed climate days still hot
One hundred days of
Christmas music happening
A legend dissapates
His legacy of music to all claim
In twos and threes they fly by
Early morning birds with song
To be or not so at all
Poetry the food of the soul
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ENJOY THE MUSIC OF
The Late "Mighty Sparrow"
(9 Jul 1935 - 27th September 2026)
One Only
Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,
Framing a moon serving her light,
For all to spectacle when outside,
But only one in the dead of night,
Wished to saunter there outdoors,
For this particular moonlit sight,
Maybe not yet the deep autumn,
This moon though shining bright
Has had various stories all to tell
Of one out there in the dead of night.
Some Mornings
Some mornings out in my backyard, i would sit in silence, in company with sky, sometimes bland, sometimes cloudy, waiting, watching for the sunrise.
There were many mornings the daymoon waited with me. I would look up without my glasses and view the fuzzy daymoon, my faithful companion.
Then a few years ago, i had cataract surgery to both my eyes. Now my daymoon vision is enhanced
without eye glasses -
daymoon in the early sky
the clear sharp outlines
Along A Winding Road
The road is narrow,
Narrow enough for the bus,
And a swirling breeze;
The view from the window
Steep and slooping,
Seems endless;
But there are fields,
Christophene fields,
The vegetable, is also called chayote;
There are streamers on some of the plants,
Would they be like scarecrows,
To discourage birds,
And secure the harvest;
No other vehicle passes us ,
Along the narrow road,
So happy for that,
Had there been another,
Our hearts would beat its fastest;
How would another vehicle fit,
Along this narrow road,
Winding its way,
Way above steep slooping fields below;
We journey on with interest and,
Brave hearts.
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Humdinger Heat
Ho hum!
This heat today is a humdinger,
Courting lethargy,
Unabashed!
Hummingbirds are hidden away
Where, i know not
But certainly not here
For the heat is a scorcher
Humbling to the brightest spirit
Bah humbug!
What a hot day
In this heatwave sequence
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Five Ways From Home
Red ixoras garland the front gate
Azure points a silent thumb there
Without wingspan of chicken hawks
Morning progresses to noon
A hot day in paradise
Seeking vittles go east
At the main road meditate
School days, work days, and errands
Traffic streams all day long with
Polite sunshine no honking horns
A westward argument wins
More narratives of high rise
Living spaces stepping up to sky
In tiny spaces of ascensions
Where modern living is easy
A magnetic pull secures
Opposites attract
The market places
Where lettuce and tomatoes
Absorb disciplined spaces
Sunrise escapades with
Early morning bird whistles
And cloud fancies
Prophecy of actions casual
To everyday necessities
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How Wonderousq
Assuming sunrise is diligent,
And birdsongs causally rehearsed,
The pleasant morning scheduled,
Can never dissapoint those clouds,
Held there in maplike sequences
A jet plane and its passengers,
Held there in secured suspension,
Follows the paths of rightful sky,
Adopted for moving through air and time
Arrival in good timing,
Is foremost on the minds,
Of these temporary early sky dwellers,
High up above in the heavens,
Them above and clouds below,
How wonderous life is at times.
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Word From The Sage
Ah, but the Starpainters are taking over now, you have nothing to worry about, said the wise old sage to the group huddled together in the dark cave, for months now.
He knew by instinct, and innate sage wisdom, the time to venture out had come. It was time to face the night sky, to smile with the moon, to slumber, be refreshed, rise and enter a new day
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Life Lessons
Seconds, minutes, hours,
They dance their choreography,
Now you try it,
And; one, two, three,
Plié, relevé, plié.
Some of us capsize
At the last plié,
Some of us never rose
At the relevé,
Life is like that,
A strict harsh teacher,
Never stopping to cuddle,
Ever shouting the instructions,
To rise, drop, rise again.
At the relevé,
You should breathe,
That's you cuddling you,
Or you'll stay capsized,
On the floor.
The rhythm is:
One, two, three,
Plié, relevé, plié,
Gracefully, now.
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Xenolith
Xenolith
Where art thou, without a wit
Xenolith
Xenolith
I thought i heard a bird, a twit
Xenolith
Xenolith
Come now say you'd sit with it
Xenolith
Xenolith
A rock a sediment to wit
Oh Xenolith
Truly you are it ,
You are it.
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Buenos dias,
When did night creep in
Like a stallion's gallop,
Hope can swim too,
Even if butterflies are end product,
Run run skip hop jump,
The reason romance fails is,
The heart always never wins,
Where goes greed?
Tomorrow,
To another man's party.
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Stone soup,
Ever the lie of travellers,
Hungry on the wellbeaten paths
The nerve of pages to hold solid
Ever existing, read and reread
Cooked in community
The commas between puns and similies
The question marks at the end
Of each ingredient lesson
The innate message carried
Cradeled as lullabyes
In the early evening;[
Stone soup,
Who can eat that.
Only the sharp minded
Spinning myths to a community of strangers
Hungry for the generousity of a blessing
Maybe stone soup can be shared to understanding
Maybe stone soup can be eaten to satisfaction
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Here Comes The Bride
Time was when i sang in the senior choir at my church. The choir is still in existence, only i do not sing anymore.
In those days we had choir practise, at the old church weeknights. And on a Sunday morning we sang at Holy Mass.That was before Covid19.
We sang too, at funerals and at weddings. In those days, i loved weddings. Now too, i still love weddings.
happy bride and groom
yet some people sniffling -
weddings make me cry
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