kis kis kadeee
everyday at sunrise
these birds pass
on the baton to another
day of destined living
© gillena cox 2026
Showing posts with label island of Trinidad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label island of Trinidad. Show all posts
Thursday, June 4, 2026
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
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A Mermaids Gain
My mother a mermaid bless her fins,
Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,
There were scurrying feet,
And water boiled and drinks served neat,
She thrashed about for all the pain,
But smiled in the end for i was her gain.
© gillena cox 2025
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Thursday, July 13, 2023
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[the 'rock' in today's photo is a painted stone i did about 5 years ago with my granddaughter, she is 10 now. She took her painted stone home. i kept mine 😊]
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just because its fun, he stacks rocks as a hobby
some people call him, rockman from lonely corner
how cruel i think; is this twenty twenty three
or have we reversed; to a time of backwardness
© gillena cox 2023
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THROUGH TIME AND SPACE
hungry rocks eat the gemstones; and time vapors thin
old days are lived on one side; what's past now present
through rocks guarding the gateway; who then will return
can love transport through portals; rocks thin as magic
© gillena cox 2023
# [for this second one, the inspiration is from a Netflix series i viewed a while back titled The Outlander]
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[challenge : to write an imayo themed rock; 4 lines of 12 syllables with 7/5 portions]
REVISIT
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
1031
Sips Not Gulps
The birds and the dogs;
Songs and barkings,
Do they know the measure of
Sun rays blazing like unsheathed swords?
Now depression sings her loudest tune.
On some hot days.
When lethargy seeps into bones;
Like a drizzle gobbled up on the scorching pavement.
The atmosphere weighs heavy on
Thinking, capacity and capability.
Squashing reason, goals, and drive; like thin pastry mix.
Some days are good.
I can handle it.
Some days i'm in a pickle, in a fix.
Sip of water; not gulps, sips.
© gillena cox 2023
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Monday, December 5, 2022
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Those mornings when the rain is hidden in forecast of the night passed; I go outside early to pull up a chair sit in my back yard and watch the daybreak into a splendid today.
I sit in the coolness of the morning in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. My thought freely connecting with bird songs; caws, whistles, sounds new and old.
Soaking in the aroma of flowers in the crispness of a new day before the butterflies come out to play.
© gillena cox 2022
REVISIT
Challenge to use the line "In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed" in a piece of prose.
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Monday WRites # 374
HAPPY DECEMBER
You've heard about the Monday Blues
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well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Thursday, September 23, 2021
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image from google
CORONA COCOON
To dawn i bow in deep respect
The action of hope in effect
Again engines are rumbling
The wheels of industry turning
Traffic jams in the streets piling
Return to old can we accept
The new normal landed for sure
Oh it was so quiet before
When we hid in our homes or
Just stayed indoors because we wept
Family and friends swept away
A wave called corona keeps all at bay
Yet with vaccine and caution may
We creep out of cocoon adept
© gillena cox 2021
REVISIT
23 September 2017
23 September 2015
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Prompt to write a poem in the Zéjel form
Monday, August 2, 2021
Monday WRites 309
Today's Mosaic: A Look Back To July As We Move Forward In August
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Since 1985, in Trinidad and Tobago, August 1st has been observed as Emancipation Day: a public holiday to celebrate the abolishment of slavery
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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Welcome to Monday WRites #309: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
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Mosaic Monday #141: Short and Sweet
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August in T&T, begins with celebration of freedom; freedom from the chains of chattel awareness, freedom to claim the dignity and status of all mankind - human.
With drum songs and dancing feet, flambeau and Canboulay flames lighting the paths of future days.
A public festival of pre Covid19 eras halts today to the tune of Lockdown season and curfew hours. The feasting and festivity is tamed to family stay home numbers.
a bee gathers
breakfast from the ixora
yellow as sunshine
Days progress to weeks of August. Heads cool to swell with pride of nationhood; as Trinidad and Tobago ends August on the note of Happy Independence.
night sky
booms with of colours
fireworks
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Sunday, April 17, 2016
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[image Columbus Inspired from Wikipedia]
WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED
In ships three
Santa Maria, Pinta and Niña
They set out to sea
They sailed and sailed
But mutiny stung his men's heart
“ Give me my men but three days"
This was his voyage three
Lo! ahoy! he saw the peaks three
And named the landmass La Trinity
Some say he governed with greed
And his rule was one of tyranny
The Columbus brothers three
Christopher, Bartolomé, and Diego
Returns to Spain from voyage three
Reward to chains of imprisonment
Freed eventually and rewarded
Were the Columbus brothers three
This is a small tale
In lines of three presented
Three cheers for
The island of Trinidad
WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED © gillena cox 2016
Written For Hedgewitch's prompt
Poetry To The Third Power
The Challenge:The idea of three can appear in any form and in any association in your poem: three objects, as in the floating heads shown in the painting by Odilon Redon below, three places, events, people, states of mind, directions, colors, or whatever, as long as you incorporate the number as a meaningful element of your piece.
WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED
In ships three
Santa Maria, Pinta and Niña
They set out to sea
They sailed and sailed
But mutiny stung his men's heart
“ Give me my men but three days"
This was his voyage three
Lo! ahoy! he saw the peaks three
And named the landmass La Trinity
Some say he governed with greed
And his rule was one of tyranny
The Columbus brothers three
Christopher, Bartolomé, and Diego
Returns to Spain from voyage three
Reward to chains of imprisonment
Freed eventually and rewarded
Were the Columbus brothers three
This is a small tale
In lines of three presented
Three cheers for
The island of Trinidad
WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED © gillena cox 2016
Poetry To The Third Power
The Challenge:The idea of three can appear in any form and in any association in your poem: three objects, as in the floating heads shown in the painting by Odilon Redon below, three places, events, people, states of mind, directions, colors, or whatever, as long as you incorporate the number as a meaningful element of your piece.
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