Blend In? For What?! ©Dawn Minott

Why blend in when you were born to standout?! Also for Sadje’s WDYS prompt.
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Roots©️ | an Idyll Haibun

A well-lived year is like well-worn boots
Filled up with memories grounded in roots
Sprouting, growing in all the right places
Changing, evolving, transforming spaces

Boots worn laid in waste
Till nature took ‘em over
Unexpectedly

Contributing to Sadje’s WDYS #167

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Life Exhaling©

Between breath of life—inhaling

LIVING

LIVING today like there’s no tomorrow

LIVING like you’re on borrowed time

LIVING like death may find you in this moment

LIVING like life’s the unfolding of a gift, divine

Let not your life go by without

LIVING, before kiss of death—life exhaling!

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Contributing to Sadje’s “What Do You See” prompt based on the image above.

Outwitted©

A triplet were they, Misters Slick, Slicker, Slickest
Wagered all they owned to win survival of the fittest


Their dollars grew wings and flew from their sight
They tried to explain this with all of their might


See, hear, speak not of this evil
Outwitted were they by game shark Bo D’vil

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This is contributing to Sadje’s What Do You See prompt based on this image

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The True Pirates of the Caribbean: Port Royal, Jamaica© (Loop Poetry)

This post is influenced by this image for the “What do you see” challenge hosted by Sadje; and for Sheryl’s Your Daily Word prompt, today’s word is portend
[Photo credit: Tumisu @ Pixabay]

“Wickedest city on earth”, so was called the Port

Port Royal, on the Palisadoes a mere 15 miles from the center of Kingston, Jamaica

Jamaica, where back in the 17th century t’was home to the real pirates of the Caribbean—a haven

Haven to a den of buccaneers, privateers, slavers and prostitutes

Prostitutes who flavored brothels, taverns, and drinking halls

Halls of debauchery frequented by the biggest names from the age of piracy, including Calico

Calico Jack, when the black cat crossed his path knew it portended a disaster which later unfolded that fateful day in June

June 7, 1692 to be exact

Exact at 11:43 a.m. (so told by time frozen on a watch), that the earth would quake

Quake at a 7.5 magnitude

Magnitude-measured disaster so horrible, many said it was God’s

God’s hand of vengeance

Vengeance on a wicked city

City of folly, for it had been built on sand

Sand foundations that liquefied when the quake shook

Shook the earth so vehemently it sucked whole buildings, roads and people straight into the ground

Ground sucked down to the bottom of the sea

Sea that in turn churned up a tsunami

Tsunami that crashed over walls—33 acres of the city disappeared

Disappeared beneath the sea—taking 2,000 souls, and later another 3,000 perished from the population

Population of a city that had been cut in half, some say through retribution

Retribution? I do not know but 5,000 souls— transformed to letters

Letters that float off the pages of storybooks to form the tale true of the raucous pirate city of Port Royal

Palisadoes, Port Royal, Jamaica
https://www.ancient-origins.net/ancient-places-americas/underwater-pirate-city-port-royal-001946

After-word: Port Royal—often considered the Pompeii of the sea—was designated a UNESCO Heritage Site in 1999. Today, it’s a small coastal village and bears no resemblance to the city of sin it once had been. It is hoped that a revitalization of the ruins will inspire eco-tourism and an increase in the small city’s revenue — perhaps restoring it to the wealthy glory it once knew in the 17th-century.

Thank you for journeying along on this historical recount, told through loop poetry, of my paradise home—Jamaica.


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Old Man Alaqueshus Slay© (a Clerihew poem)

Mean old man Alaqueshus Slay
Climbed up the castle on a stormy day

He refused to pay what he owed the wizard
Who changed him into a oversized-winged lizard

This is my contribution to Sadje’s “What do you see” challenge based on this image.
I chose the Clerihew poetic form to bring a bit of comedy and rhyme to lighten up this menacing picture.
Thanks for hosting Sadje.
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