Caribbean Blue : A Freku

Blue sky wispy clouds float by
The view, a swarm of butterfly’s 
Pool to the left sea to the right
Silver moon dances on each at night.

Flowers more vibrant than I have seen
Pinch me is this a dream.
Falling asleep to the lapping of the sea
Waking to sun, every day is stress free

Caribbean music fills the air
I can dance here no one will care
Palm trees gently sway
I am awake this is real hooray.

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Caribbean sky and sea
Colour taste smell and sound
Spirits fly as senses run free
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This an idea Ronovanwrites thought up. A  poem followed by a Haiku encapsulates the spirit of the poem.
He calls it a Freku ! Well I love a challenge. Here are the rules and pingback

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Song Lyric Sunday


Why am I posting this…one because I love it and two because it is where I am almost!

“Dreadlock Holiday”

I was walkin’ down the street
Concentratin’ on truckin’ right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it
I don’t like cricket oh no
I love it
Don’t you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I’ll give you one dollar
I said you’ve got to be jokin’ man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I’ll take it off your hands
And you’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don’t like reggae no no
I love it
I don’t like reggae oh no
I love it
Don’t you cramp me style
Don’t you queer on me pitch
Don’t you walk thru my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin’ pina coladas
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I’ve got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you’ll like it
And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday

And I say
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don’t you walk thru her words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru her words
‘Cause you ain’t heard her out yet

I don’t like cricket
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don’t like reggae
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don’t like Jamaica
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)

This is part of Helen Espinosa Song Lyric Sunday.  Rules here
Pingback here

If we were having coffee: surprises

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Spot the bird

Can you spot the bird?
If we were having Coffee: The weather  is  getting  distinctly  wintry, fogs, rain,  and  cold so  lets  all go inside  and  be  comfy by  the fire.  I  can  still entertain  you  all  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

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Do join in
If we were having Coffee: I would say welcome but not to the garden  but to Antigia, we are on a surprise, to me, holiday. It is beautiful here fabulous birds and cats who cheekily join you for meals. Glorious fauna and flora, magnificent views and today rain!

If we were having coffee: I would ask you, don’t think it is amazing that we all got together and found our lovely and loved Paul Curran. The wonderful LindaGHill  went to his address supplied by Blogwoman  and found him recovering safe and sound if a little surprised that his absence had caused such a stir!
I for one am grateful he is safe with hopefully nothing worse than a blown  modem.

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Welcome back Paul we look forward to you being back on line.
If we were having coffee: I would have to say it has been a hectic week full of shopping, packing and blogging! But it is all totally worth it now!

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If we were having Coffee Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

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