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After Monday's General Elections our new Prime Minister of T&T🇹🇹 was sworn in today, here in Trinidad

 She-lm

all the newness in the news

tell stories of super gals,

women born to wonderful

rule, rarely letting go of

duty, destined to their lives,

she surely can at the top,

be bold and courageous too

© gillena cox 2025

#Note: Subsequently, The President, The new Prime Minister, and The new Leader of The Opposition are all women.

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 MTB: Adding up with alliteration

1. Poetry formulae for Complex Alliterisen:-

a 7 line poem

2 alliterations on every line

choose a syllabic count of 7 or more thus:

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[Martin Jennings’ statue of Philip Larkin (2007) courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

 Piercing The Silence

When i heard his shout,

I thought yes, he has returned home,

The bell on the ice cream cart

Tinkled, a hot Sunday afternoon.

Children in the nearby houses

Screamed, running barefooted

Into the dusty country  road,

For ice cream, in tubs and on sticks.

 Bring me a large plastic bag!

I want to buy some ice cream sticks,

To keep in the fridge,

For when the grand kids come by.

© gillena cox 2025

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Poetics: Getting hooked on opening lines

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clinging for dear life

a few late pink Poui -

 neighbourhood tree 

Here in T&T 🇹🇹  the Poui trees break out in bloom around the same time that your Cherry is blooming, mid-March to late April. It's a blossoming tree thing, has to be. 

yellow trees nearby

are still showing off their -

golden blossom hues

They are very very distracting, so much so, on my way to the polling station this morning, i had to stop to snap some.

Today is General Elections, here in T&T 🇹🇹  

© gillena cox 2025

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Haibun Monday 4-25-25: Late Cherry Blossoms;

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[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]

 Destined Moon - a Fold

Blame it in the moon, she of waxing and waning,

Predestined through myriad phases,

All her life spent in shiftshaping,

All her wanders through continents,

Seemingly stationary, she of waxing and waning

Oceans and tides listen,

And farmer's worms digging,

Know how deep to penetrate,

In the job of soil airing,

And lovers too like to say,

Blame  it on the moon, she of waxing and waning.

© gillena cox 2025

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Poetics: Fated 

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HAPPY EARTH DAY TO FRIENDS AND VISITORS

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[Claude Monet painting from google]

 Who Alters

Who alters the skies

To form sleep time

To form wake time

The Great God of it all

Who alters that rain

Should cool too hot sunny days

Only the Great God of all

I've hear of him

Seen his power 

Seen his wonders.

© gillena cox 2025

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Quadrille #222: There’s no alternative’ 

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[ image made with Bing AI generator]

 Easter Egg Shell

It was Easter so of course 

Bunny popped out of an Egg,

When else would she be able 

To accomplish such a feat 

With such ease.

The wind blew just for 

Ti marie flowers,

That were withered enough,

To take the ride and with ease,

Bunny's whiskers twitched 

With ease in a most annoying way,

What's this all about,

She thought to herself.

Her achoos sent bits of egg shell, 

Flying all over the place,

With ease so much so,

That one bit escalated,

With force and speed.

Bunny, being her adventurous self

Hopped on for a ride of her life.

© gillena cox 2025

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dVerse’ Poetics — MTB: Magical Realism!

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May i suggest you get a copy of The Naughty Angel written by me Gillena Cox

published by Purple Cotton Candy Arts

available from Amazon.com

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[Memorial park monument, Port of Spain, Trinidad 🇹🇹   from google]

 Monumental

Standing in the sun,

Standing in the rain,

Lucky you;

We have no winters,

We have no Autumns,

To freeze you,

 Or make you colour shame.

You stand proud,

For the value of service,

And every year,

They come bowing,

Bringing garlands,

To the memory of,

Our fallen  braves.

© gillena cox 2025

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dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday — Busted!

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