Late blooming flame tree
A picturesque scene to see
Not as crowded as your sisters'
Early bloomed whispers
Spendor's also given thee
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Thursday, September 24, 2026
Tuesday, September 22, 2026
1452
[image from google]
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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Monday, September 21, 2026
1451
[image from google]
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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Thursday, September 17, 2026
1450
[image from google]
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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Tuesday, September 15, 2026
1449
[Design for a Tapestry Art Print by Joan MirĂ³]
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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Challenge ...Write a poem that does one of the following:
Expresses your thoughts and feelings on listening to this piece of music.
Describes the music in words.
Explores the music through imaginative imagery or storytelling.
Monday, September 14, 2026
1448
[The Cave Art Paintings of the Lascaux Cave; from google]
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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Using the line
The Starpainters are taking over now
Thursday, September 10, 2026
1447
[photo courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
However Love
The bamboo patch was their backdrop,
He swore he adored her,
She was a bit skeptical,
However,
She let him kiss her hand,
The flowers were fresh and perfumed,
Tied in a pretty bouquet,
She didn't expect this gift,
He thought she deserved it,
Sweetly sang birds,
In the plum blossom.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2026
1446
[quote courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
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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Monday, September 7, 2026
1445
[image courtesy dVerse poet's Pub]
Xenolith Silly
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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Thursday, September 3, 2026
1444
[Apple of discord by Ramaz Razmadze 2002 from google]
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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Descort - a poem of deliberate difference
Tuesday, September 1, 2026
1443
[image from google]
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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Monday, August 31, 2026
1442
[image from google]
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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Thursday, August 27, 2026
1441
[image from google
You have got this body now
To live on this earth
A planet impermanent
Where you call your home
Emotions form part of life
The sadness and pain
Some losses and some gains too
There is time to spend
Lessons to be lived and learned
Tread lightly go slow
But time passes quickly though
Tuesday, August 25, 2026
1440
[Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910), courtesy, dVerse Poets Pun]
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Dense intense vibrant reds
Hold the garden inbreds
Very much like the crowd
At a football match loud
Enough to be seen yet and
Bold as the fervor of passion
Sharing the frenzy of the match
Less rowdy always sedately watch
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Monday, August 24, 2026
1439
[image from google]
He of the talent of words,
His is the greatest protest,
Please, give us your fervor
Of the fondest amor - love,
The steepest mountain climb,
The coldest winter morn,
In agreement of seasons
But no, it is never so,
So clever is he, protesting.
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Thursday, August 20, 2026
1438
[AI generated image]
Daylong
wishing it was still yesterday
i closed tightly shut my today
in daydream
at times the dawn is late coming
with herald birds sweetly singing
it's daylight
wings flapping in pairs and in threes
flocks fly high above the tall trees
look! daymoon
lingering still amidst the clouds
sentient being yield to clouds
at daybreak
gratitude is all that we need
nourish our thoughts for this seed
through daylong.
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revisiting a prompt that is the Compound Word Verse. (here)
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
1437
[Image by Hannah Timms, courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Just Once
Just OnceOnce in a lifetime, the fog will be kind
to you,
absorbing love laughter and too, pain
like a smokey dragon,
inhaling instead of exhailing,
so much so,
your mind is muddled to a squash,
delicious only if cooked to right consistency, but leaving you
absent of the hunger needed for a repast,
then you realise
without the hunger, the anguish and the longing
for what isn't
you lose nothing.
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‘The Window’ by .Mary Jean Chan here
Challenge: Re-read and explore Chan’s poem, particularly the use of line breaks and caesura to build rhythm and evoke emotion, and the three-word movement: “anger is like the sun, which is like love”.
Now write a poem in the first person, beginning with "Once in a lifetime"
AUGUST IS STEELPAN MONTH
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Monday, August 17, 2026
1436
[ Choy Moo Kheong, “Echo Through The Canyon” (2024). Courtesy dVerse Poets Pub Acrylic on Canvas, 152.4 × 101.6 cm]
How they did stare eyes peeled to the evening sky, an eclipse is what they wanted to see. Too bad for them, there was no eclipse, on this occasion.
Molten light sparkles like stars in the night and the iridescent image swims
through a mirror that flows into time, that serpentine meander of fantasy and realism.
Yet they stayed, sitting on blankets, wrapped in shawls, eyes wearing fantastic googles, approprate sheilds.
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to use in a prose piece
and the iridescent image swims
through a mirror that flows
through a mirror that flows
AUGUST IS STEELPAN MONTH
HRRE IN T&TđŸ‡¹đŸ‡¹
Thursday, August 13, 2026
1435
[The Circle Theatre by Edward Hopper, 1936: courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Staid
We should just stop here,
For healing and sustenance,
Are all contained in this block;
The empty billboard -
Is it a sign of no stars?
Is there no one good enough?
What is important,
That will surely be obtained,
Excesses - not important;
Even the clouds, look!
Seeming quiet and staying,
While folks, are roosting indoors.
© gillena cox 2026
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
1434
Raining - A Fold
It's raining it's raining i close the window
Well, because only that one was opened
Sweet and low
My eyes snapped a blossom
But before i close the window
I look up at the sky
There above not below
Crying its heartfelt rain
In the rainy season's sun glow
Steelpan music all day long
Irregardless it's raining, i close the window
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