Pensive Soul: 2017

Friday, 22 December 2017

UNFOLD

slender,just

tall and slender

and poised

waiting

in calm silence

for noise

to pitta patta

on my surface

thundered in

or passing by

with clouds

unnoticed

leaning

quietly leaning

and ready

to be handled

by whosoever

dares

to clutch me

tall and green

though not

with envy

Ha!Ha!

Everybody needs me!

So I’m waiting

for that moment

When

needy hands

will enfold me

that grip back

at that point of

contact

when it’s hooked

to reveal

that true meaning

of my existence

relatively

virtue or value

function or style

the world knows

that neither rain

nor sunshine

can faze

my coverage

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

RUBBLE

Barriers and bridges

have a unique way

of standing between

rivers,roadways,highways

and people

Concepts and notions

have a queer way

of standing between

races, classes, ages

and progress

A bridge

fell down over decades

and created

a barrier

to passage

and progress

classism,racism

public spending

with no transparency

and injustice

without redress

Now silent actors

toss rocks to fortify

the Beetham barrier

which spans T&T

and obstructs highways

to advancement

and productivity

but Beetham barriers

and Broken Bridges

share one commonality

Evidence

of breakdown

Saturday, 25 November 2017

WITHOUT ASKING

At first what seemed amusing

Now is a bit confusing

Blind rhetoric,fears

insistence and reasoning,

All without asking!

You have made a decision.Without asking

You have answered a question.Without asking

You have defined a situation, erroneously

Without asking, about my hair

You read verses.Without asking

You understood. Without differentiating

The muse from the matter

The experience from the writer

The imagination from fact

And Sugz without asking

you just react

And at first what seemed amusing

Now is a bit confusing

Blind rhetoric,fears

insistence and reasoning,

All without asking!

Thursday, 23 November 2017

PAPER HEIGHTS

where clouds

and sunshine play

hide and seek

shrewd ideas ascend

as daring minds peruse

facts and fiction

and like uncaged birds

transcend

To a point where

minds are free

to think infinite thoughts

of focused escalations

where deep revelations

of identity finds continuity

only in paper backs

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

PAPI SHOW

You put on your mask face, your coat and your hat,

I find that impressive Baby!

I like that!

You put on your sweet voice with baritone and smiles

This thing looks like it would last

longer that a while!

You seem weak, vulnerable, humble and open

I take out my popcorn and applaud!

So why undress without warning darling,

And expect me to love this fraud?

You did not show me him in the beginning

This stranger you carry on board!

Look,I am willing to pretend this never happened!

If you will just put on your act again!

Monday, 20 November 2017

CONTENDERS

Did you kiss Ego this morning?

Did you whisper in its air?

Did you squeeze it tightly, Honey,

When I was not there?

Did you smile while applauded,

For your vengeful heart?

Did you retell those quests,

Of unforgiveness from the start?

Did you enjoy its odor?

Did you taste its hair?

Did you stay up all night with Ego

Or remove its underwear?

Does Ego’s eyes have color?

Can Ego’s lips pout?

Does it embrace you daily

And erase your every doubt?

I came back because I love you

I returned because I care

You cried and called so much,

Begging when I was not there!

So I became quite sorry

But that damn Ego tells you lies!

It was not all about the money

Oh! The way you touch my thighs!

Well, go on and hate this Empress!

Go on and beat me with your tongue!

Soon we will be even, Honey

Point proven to all around!

This second chance is like a stage

For you and Ego to frolic on

But do not cry or call tomorrow!

And do not miss me when I’m gone!

Friday, 10 November 2017

She smiled with her eyes,
And never understood
The deep contour lines of hurt
Mapped across his face
And the gigantic footprints of love
Brutally stomped through his heart
Was a little more than she could trace

She smiled with her eyes,
But never understood
The distances of questions which made mileage
From present to future, in his eyes
And the silent whimpering he made,
Counting, that entire which he gave
And just wondering why

She smiled with her eyes,
And never understood
Why he demanded returns
For how could she match his dime?
From check list to cheque stubs,
When all she wanted was time
And someone who understood her
Copyright©2013 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Saturday, 21 October 2017

SKELETONS AND A KEY

I’m failing this blasted test!

And I want to fail it too…

Because passing test

Won’t get you anywhere in life,

Believe me!

Failure is the key,

To success.

It works like a suction

It eliminates

Everything standing

In your way

And your purpose!

And your way!

An Old Chinese proverb say:

The doom of repeat

Is enshrined in delete

-deleting history...

So I resurrect

These skeletons of effort

And agree

that failure

Is the key

To success

Because passing test

don’t get you anywhere,

Not in Trinidad,

So don’t work too hard beti!

Trust me!