Monday WRites 209

RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.

This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.

Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.

This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019

We Beat Festival 2019 is on going
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Mosaic Monday
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Prosery #1
Challenge: Write me a story using maximum 144 words that has to include the following line: When far away an interrupted cry

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REVISIT
10 June 2017
10 June 2015
We Beat 2018

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ENJOY THE MUSIC
of The St James Tripolians Steel Band

Monday WRites 158

'WE BEAT' CLOSURE
Wind, is not who has stolen the vibe,
Nor Mocking Birds frolicking through pruned Ixoras.
It is just a time of capsized-jouvert ending.
Another end May-into-June festival time timed-out
To closure, but this year on a new note.
The folk has had earful of calypso and pan;
Belly full of corn soup, roti,
Ribald and rhetoric, staged under light of moon.
A count of days, till next year, that is all.
Now the festival of 'we beat' is over.
'WE BEAT' CLOSURE © gillena cox 2018

#jouvert is traditionally a beginning event. It happens at dawn on the Monday of Carnival is the opener for the street parades. This year in St James a jouvert event has been included for the first time in the end phase of The we beat festival.

#We Beat Festival: What began as a 9 nights cultural festival of end May into first week of June; celebrating the rich diversity of the people of St. James, Port of Spain. is now A week long mid-year event

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Blue Monday: Moose Mural

Revisit
we beat rhythms 2015
we beat vibes 2015
not a word said

Monday WRites15

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WE BEAT
here rhythms and strides of a community
in celebrating the 'we beat' festival
still striving to preserve a unity
circling in an annual events sphere
spins rhythms and strides of a community
with their music crafts and skills
that spot called St James in the city
hones an outdoor bouquet a potpourri
when you get to the nitty gritty
the pulse of footsteps out in the street
are rhythms and strides of a community
© gillena cox






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THE AMPHITHEATER
lights on:
footsteps up and down , up and down
the concrete steps;
pulse of 'we beat festival'
cool nights in The Amphitheater 's bowel,
gestating rthymn after rthymn;
the flair of a community once stated -
"they never sleep";
but times have changed,
they sleep now,
awakened; every now and again by the 'we beat' vibes:
the jazz...
the corn soup...
the steelbands...
the corn soup...
the craft items on sale: earrings, rings, t-shirts...
the corn soup...
St James awakes to
'we beat festival'
in the bowel of
The Amphitheater.
© gillena cox 2015

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Written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam 'Local'