He said he could play the flute
I thought he was being cute
And what of steelpan
He said of course he can
With his sister playing the lute
© gillena cox
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Thursday, May 21, 2026
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
1406
Please, Behave!
When he picked her up,
Tossing her above him,
Ovehead held there,
[Marc Chagall, La promenade (The Promenade) (1918), oil on canvas, courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Her only thought was,
Please please,
Don't let my bloomers show,
My father would never approve
This kind of behaviour,
Please please,
Oh wind oh wind, behave!
© gillena cox
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Write an Ekphrastic poem about one of the given paintings
Monday, May 18, 2026
1405
Shane
My pet of high school days,
Would stand by me in so many ways,
He walked me to the bus stop,
And waited my return,
How did he know when i would be home,
Shane - my pet my dog my pal,
What a pal!
© gillena cox
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Thursday, May 14, 2026
1404
[The Dreamer,” an oil painting by Caspar David Friedrich from the period 1820-1840, ]
To Sleep
Night is generally for sleeping
I toss and turn
Close my eyes, then open them; peeping
Again pull up the covers; durn
If its too hot like; roasting
I pull them down again; stern
My opened eyes espy; the dark's in
I think may be a nightlight; kerne
Or a glass of water; pouring
Or a dream; yearn
But first to sleeping
For there are no daydreams at night; learn
© gillena cox
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
1403
[image courtesy dVersePoets Pub]
Childhood friends those two
When everything spelt anew
Stood at the window
Observing all below
Never was their laughter few
© gillena cox
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artworks by Indian artists given ; to write a poem inspired by any one
Monday, May 11, 2026
1402
[image Frederick Carl Frieseke (American, 1874 – 1939), The Bird Cage courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
A Bird In A Cage
That song, that mesmerising song. Some things are just not good for an unsober head, carrying a mind of non direction, crazed in booze, and too bold women, and the faint perfume.
From its chalice steals, the sacred blend of dignity, divinity, deep serious contemplation and remorse, by morning glare. When did it occur to them to look for him, to ask about him.
Weren't they drinking buddies? Weren't buddies supposed to look after one another? It is a sad day went a friend goes missing, like a phantom, out of the night. When a friend's wife is left alone; to listen to the song of a bird in a cage.
© gillena cox
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Write a prose, using a line given from Dunbar's poem - Sympathy; the same poem credited for Maya Angelo' s poem title "I know why the cage bird sings"
Tuesday, May 5, 2026
1401
[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Roses In Conversation
Afternoon delight, bordeaux
Tangles summer song;
Windrush, sea foam, penny lane and white wings
Sound on a brass band;
Restless, queen of hearts
Signs: No surrender!
Peace! shouts a mermaid at Golden Gate;
The Eiffel Tower is in France;
Ebb tide is upon us Desdemona,
Pass the cayenne pepper please, dear Quicksilver.
© gillena cox
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Write a poem using at least 5 names of roses from a given list:
Afternoon Delight. Bordeaux. Brass Band. Cayenne. Desdemona. Ebb Tide. Eiffel Tower. Golden Gate. Mermaid
No Surrender. Peace. Penny Lane. Queen of Hearts.vQuicksilver. Restless
Sea Foam. Summer Song. Tangles. White Wings. Windrush
REVIST
Monday, May 4, 2026
1400
Dot Dot Dot
Saturday afternoon gone, found me at a workshop dipping strange tools into tiny pots of paint. Have you guessed yet? I was at a dot art worshop. And, my dots bloomed
first dot art workshop -
a cluttered messy table
and my paint smudged hands
© gillena cox
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Thursday, April 30, 2026
1399
[AI genersted image]
Humour of Glass
By that look
You gave me in
temper of thy
Rigid humour of glass
Ladybugs crawl and
Babies babble to tell
Wonderful stories of the
Unknow which when we face
Then only thou
Knowest and viewest
© gillena cox
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I used the line "Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest" Sonnet 3 By William Shakespeare
REVIST
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
1398
[ image courtesy d Verse Poets Pub]
The Seven Grandfather Teachings : A Fold Poem
They call him turtle oh so slow
He's not a bird not a swift or eagle
Pondering the life as it should go
With teeth as of the beaver no lies to chew
Gathering yet the truths oh so slow
He weaves a testament solid
Scales on his back harden you know
Enough to shelter the culture
Life can be humbling wolf will say so
Him with others make up the whole
Courageous like mother bear but oh so slow
© gillena cox 2026
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Monday, April 27, 2026
1397
[AI generated image using Bing]
Who knows the mind of a melon, sweet or mild or tart? When the storm has spent its fury and the earthquake stops to stare at man's humiliation. When bombs drop no more, when chatter is not the noise of teeth in a winter's spell. And angels wings fold like a bud unfurled.
dewdrops on a leaf
in dawn's silence; earlier
is when it happens
© gillena cox 2026
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Tuesday, April 21, 2026
1396
[Gerard Sekoto, Boy and the Candle (1943); courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
What if he blew and blew,
But the candle flame, true
To disobediance sort review;
And claiming freedom grew,
Brighter and brighter due,
To some magical new
Assignment, based on few
Rules to guide, and will to chew
On observances due
To maturity anew
© gillena cox 2026
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Exploring the art of Gerard Sekoto
Exploring the art of Gerard Sekoto
Monday, April 20, 2026
1395
[image from google edited at Picsart]
" I Dig"
There they were at the grocery,
She knocking for hollow sounds,
Of a good watermelon;
He piling apples into a bag,
What's this you hoping to enter?
He laughingly asked,
A hollow sound means its a good one;
Oh! i dig he replied laughing.
© gillena cox 2026
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Quadrille #246: Let’s get digging
Quadrille #246: Let’s get digging
NOTE: From Google
Dig it" is an informal, often old-fashioned slang phrase meaning to understand, appreciate, or like something. Popularized in the 1950s–1970s, it implies catching the meaning of a conversation ("Do you dig?") or showing approval ("I dig that scene"). It often implies "I understand and agree/like it.
Thursday, April 16, 2026
1394
[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Zuihitsu: More Than
Always it goes back to control
Possession of more than the guy across the ocean
bombs and guns
air raids and straits
Casually, causalities increase
in geometric sequence
The war mongers are happy
The common folk are agitated in
Scared streams of tears and frustrations
Why why, the simple minded ask
Isn't food and shelter enough
Is sharing ever an option
© gillena cox 2026
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MTB: Zuihitsu
MTB: Zuihitsu
NOTE:随筆 | Zuihitsu
While the zuihitsu is frequently compared to an essay, Hahn showed its possibilities as a poetic text. In a 2021 article for the American Poetry Review, Hahn wrote: Zuihitsu, literally, “running brush”; This uniquely Japanese genre is a poetic text lacking the formal structural principles we associate with Western verse. Through a variety of techniques—fragmentation, juxtaposition, varying lengths, disparate forms (observation, anecdote, journal, catalog, … and a hybrid text), and an organizing subject—it creates an impression of spontaneity and a quality of “imperfection.”
https://aaww.org/notes-on-zuihitsu/
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
1393
Oh! Where Are you Going?
He was barefooted, leaving no footprints
Barechested, without a belly
Standing erect, yet without a spine
Is your name worthless?
I asked as i passed him in the corridor
Your facelessness looked familiar
I stated firmly, peering into his demeanor
Like a poem, without words
No he retorted; my name is love
You must be joking, i said exicitedly!
Love? Love?
And where are you off to?
But at that point, i didn't really want to know
The bougainvillea i planted, are so lovely
I mused in a whisper, to myself.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, April 13, 2026
1392
[image coutersy, dVerse poets pub)
Contradicting Emily
Why write if not to free thought from its incarceration of mind's cell, if not to converse, to share and expect retort in the bargain.
Appreciation can be free, many will agree, but when a reader, dips into her purse to show the worth of a poet's thought, that narrative is special; that's applauding publication.
Is the 'auction of the mind', still considered a seeming truism, in today's effortless - share, follow and add.
© gillena cox 2026
NOTE: I opted not to do flash fuction.
To understand the line fully; i googled. This is what i got
Publication — is the Auction" by Emily Dickinson (c. 1863) argues that publishing one's work ("the mind") is a "foul" act of selling one's inner thoughts for public consumption, akin to a market auction. The poem suggests that turning intellectual and spiritual creation into a commercial product "reduces" the human spirit to a market price.
Friday, April 10, 2026
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
1390
[from google -Tree of Life – Handcrafted Saura Tribal Painting (Odisha Tribal Art)]
On Living
Live today, for it has already been accepted
Or you wouldn't be here
I hear birds singing from a cloudless sky
Live with love, or you wouldn't be happy, trust me
Love, keeps questioning, who are you, i hear love, but, i don' respond
Live with wisdom, it is already inside of you
We are divinely made, we cry, we smile, we eat
Live with vigour, as you have the strenght to do.
In my old age i have become lazy, two stretches maybe, per day
Live in gratefulness, for life is a gift
A prayer a day, keeps God in sight, really.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, April 6, 2026
1389
[bones from Picsart]
ENJOY THE MUSIC
White Bones - A Quadrille
White bones picked clean,
Phantoms of the night bring,
Scattering the front path,
No rattling of the front gate,
No sound of rustling wind,
Just silent reward of night,
If i sweep them all away,
There's more the next day.
White bones, picked clean.
© gillena cox 2026
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
1388
[ an image from googlr edited at Picsart]
A False Interlude
Blank pages stare with eyes bright,
All sure words circling around,
None fall to clause or fright;
Arriving right on time, daylight.
Again silvery sunrise draws to
Azure; here is another gift, day;
But the storms offer dryness new,
To season of wetness just may,
Erase all phases as if phrases,
Need doing or telling; what
Scribes should to sunset raise;
Wait for petite careme, that
Can surprise a fertile curve;
When sunny rays dry out,
What is unpredictable like,
A haven of verbs in swerve.
The blank page transgresses,
Print, words, phrases no wrong
Thoughts arriving; sure tresses
Like daylight did with birdsong.
© gillena cox 2026
Note: The Petit Carême (or "little Lent") is a short, 2-3 week dry spell that occurs during the rainy season in Trinidad and Tobago, typically between mid-September and mid-October. It acts as a break from heavy rainfall, bringing sunny, warm weather reminiscent of an Indian Summer [info at google]
Monday, March 30, 2026
1387
[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
In T&T, March is a cool down after February's carnival madness unless; the carnival is in early March, here then, the madness is in tact.
No tea party here; it's party on the road for two days after the seasonal carnival parties, more commonly refered to as carnival fetes.
Alice's March hare will easily fit in. Carnival is about colour, costume, dance/whine, alcohol, allowed 'misbehaving' within limits. Lots of words chanted in calypso/ kaiso/soca
musical forms.
children's carnival -
mother push carts her baby
dressed as a bunny
© gillena cox 2026
Thursday, March 26, 2026
1386
[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
A Bud Yearns - a fold
Tangled in vines of thought
A yearning for season change
Buds on iron railings wrought
Cannot surffice her longing
For it is her garden of thought
Where future days are cropped
Already set to days that ought
Rejuvenate her fertile mindset
She's anxious to blossom sort
That trees may dress up oh so
Remorse loosens in vibes of thought
© gillena cox 2026
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
1385
[image from google]
A happy mixup - pelau,
True true trini food,
Just like our trini people,
This and That and The Other,
But really, a browned rice cookup,
With pigeon peas and meat.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, March 23, 2026
1384
[image from google]
Dawn holds mystery of silence,
Based on what is known,
What is remembered,
What has not so long ago passed,
The sunset which slipped behind the horizon,
The silver linings to host,
A day moon before,
The raucous, of birdsong,
And my pen writing.
© gillena cox 2026
Thursday, March 19, 2026
1383
[image from google]
Good poets of dVerse
I salute you every one
Let's raise a glass
Let's make a toast
Enjoying words and phrases
Never tiring of clauses
Always willing to read
Come my fellow poets
Open your notebooks
Xanthic or weather worn
© gillena cox 2026
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