Monday, July 28, 2025

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 Memories

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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Thursday, July 24, 2025

1295

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 Fireworks

The night sky alive with the sound

Of booming colours lit,

Showers

Its impermanence though not found

Distinguishable fit

Flowers


It is more spectacle than awe,

Keeps the eyes peeled skyward,

Even

Curiosity of night law,

Colours drift and award

Heaven.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

1294

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 Watermelon Daiquiris

Still awaiting?

Mr. Goodbar aint a coming!

He done that to many ah

Bit-O-Honey    


You can call that his signature;

Charleston Chew  and Sugar Babies,

Waiting at the bar,

Order: one more double, battender!


Three Musketeers enter;

Aint you a little bit young

To be sitting on the stool Sweetarts?


Mike & Ike shout across the room,

Let them be Watchamacallit!

They pretty enough to be 'ere


And they send over watermelon daiquiris,

For the Dots.


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Monday, July 21, 2025

1293

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 Would i have owned, the wisdom of maturity “I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.”

But no, my childish tantrums, prevented me from hearing the thunder and loving it.  Seeing the lightning and being awed by the spontaneous brightness of a dull sky.

This is how betrayal, fools the unassumming, the naive, the young and unspoilt.

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Thursday, July 17, 2025

1292

 Banished

From the earth was fashioned,

From the likeness of God, the man;


And the breath of life,

Breathed into him.


From Adam's rib,

Was fashioned,


A helpmate called the woman;

And the breath of life,

Breathed into her.


The garden, their paradise given

There to live in,

To have of fruit with exception.


But the two they fell,

Into a trap laid well,


By the wiley wiley deceiver;

Clever clever he;


Approached the woman,

Knowing she, was held high

In esteem by her man;


With skillful debate

Was she baited, she ate;


Then she to the man to sate

Tasted of the fruit forbidden,


From their eyes, veiled

Innocence slipped;


Exposing to them at the hip,

Their loins in full nakedness,


Which they taught to cover

With leaves.


From the Lord God ever,

There is no hiding;

He knew of their deeds.


 His compassion meted them,

Garments made of skins;


His wrath, banishment

With statuses new defined;



So then the woman,

By Adam, was named Eve;

Fitting her function given

By The Lord God; child bearer.


Banished then, and sent ,

Out from their garden home;

They went;

Wanderers for a new home.


Then Adam slept with his wife

Eve; child bearer.

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Thursday, June 26, 2025

1291

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 Next sunrise, there he was

Bending through the morning wafts

Of breezes scullying through

Fronds of banana and papaya

Plants stationed to his garden


Over seconds he would speak

We meet again like new clouds

Mapping an unburdened sky

No coincidence of mine more like

A universe hurl of broken planets


Then suddenly like a mountain sweet

As petrichor after the rain

He says in the most tender way

Let's be friends

I felt like a rocket launched

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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

1290

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Chicken, having not met a giant before
was in awe
She didn't understand what was standing before her

A holy fear welled up inside her
Look at his size
Look at his socks
Look at his horns
No no no
He is not to be trusted
Not a feather on his body only fur
He is not to be trusted

Here she was feeling broken
Here was chicken all alone
Having been left behind
By those who should have cared
Here was chicken unarmed
In the face of a giant
Not a rifle 
Not a stick
Not a dagger

Chicken was left to her inner source
Her faith
Her hope
Her tears
She quickly realized
She had to survive in the face of this giant

She honed into her inner source
And there she found ways
And survive she did
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