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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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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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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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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Jumping In
To jump or rather not to jump,
I fancy my thoughts would
Contemplate, before words
Enter a blank page
Having had the mentorship of
The words, the punctuations
Then would bravely follow.
Comma is the contemplating sage
The jumps is an adventure after all
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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!
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" 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.
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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.
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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.
At Dawn
Birdsongs at dawn
That time when i yawn
A sliver of light seeps in
My eyes seek to invite
Ah the wind so mild in sway
Banana fronds in shadow play
Magical the hours of newness
Erasing all my sleepiness
Ah birdsongs at dawn
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Wonderland Today - a quadrille
Tears welled into an ocean
Hard to believe humans
Contained so much water
Alice knew swim she must
To get to the tea party
This was not yesterday's wonderland
To stay on that page
Here is a small fact:
You are going to die
The following are some opening lines. Please choose one as the closing line of your poem.
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
2. “It was a pleasure to burn.”
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
3. “All this happened, more or less.”
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
4. “History has failed us, but no matter.”
Pachinko by Min Jin Lee
5. “They shoot the white girl first.”
Paradise by Toni Morrison
6. “I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.”
I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
7. “The first thing I remember is being under something.”
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
8. “This is the saddest story I have ever heard.“
Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier
9. “I was looking for a quiet place to die.”
Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies
10. “I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice.”
John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
Quadrille - Whirl
What a whirl of weird goings ons,
Badjohn talk, terrorize the Caribbean,
And, as if that is not enough,
A whirligig of a hurricane with hit no miss
Words, words, watch your words
US, Venezuela, China, Russia
Let peace instead whirl
Peace! whirl peace.
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Here in Trinidad and Tobago🇹🇹 we celebrate 100 days of Christmas starting 23rd Sepember to 25th December; hosted by Sweet 101.1 FM Radio, where our local Christmas music is featured
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Quadrille - Boo
What a bootiful day,
The October moon must say,
She's larger than life,
And booting hidden stars of strife.
Since she's so big and bootiful,
There are books a plentiful,
To read as bedtime boosters,
So sleeptime will not be at all boorish.
Here in Trinidad and Tobago🇹🇹 we celebrate 100 days of Christmas starting 23rd Sepember to 25th December; hosted by Sweet 101.1 FM Radio, where our local Christmas music is featured
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Yellow ixoras you stay open,
Once bloomed, through day
And through night;
Sleepless under Caribbean skies,
In your sweet umbrella forms,
Put you in a posey,
What would you represent?
Loveliness, continuity, happiness,
hopeful, joy, alluring
Ay yes,
I know, you would be enduring.
It was much more than sitting,
Much more than applauding,
So much more than an evening
Out to see them dancing.
So much more than bodies twisting,
More than engaging
In those fine stories unfolding,
To the attention of a spellbound audience,
Much more.
Rumpus Quadrille
What a rumpus, boys fighting on
the floor,
I looked but i'd never seen them before,
Where did they come from? two naughty boys,
Disturbing the peace, upsetting our joys;
They rolled then rumpus-thumped
Out the door,
I swear! i'd never seen them before.
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Don't jibber jabber,
It's World Steelpan Day,
Send a greeting,
Beat a pan,
This musical instrument,
Is here to stay.
Listen to some steelpan music
I know you will like it.
Dance, dance, dance, it's good exercise;
It's World Steelpan Day,
Don't jibber jabber.
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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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This Apple
Honestly, if i eat this apple,
My love will appear right here,
In front of me;
Like syrup of maple,
Our kisses can span the rigors of time,
Like clouds under azure sky
Like ripples over ocean skin
Live Anthony and Cleopatra
Honestly! Honestly!
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