May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter
Always know I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift forever after
You’re in my heart and soul, as a child and as I mature then grow old
I cherish our memories, your motherly love, from sunrise to sunset
forever more
My mother’s eyes of ebony, sparkling stars
Carefully, she tints her lips gypsy red
A cascade of flowing ringlets, her hair shines from afar
Muscatels quaint yellow ribbons a lovely corona spread
Slipping on an elaborate Norteño style flared dress
Exquisite ruffles swirl and billow before her rapt audience
Instructor of folkloric dance, a god given talent unique no less
Her blithe unbounded spirit, free as a mariposa
Images of her forever I keep, radiant and hermosa
When true love augment its speed in the marathon,
hate takes refuge into a catacomb.
Quote by poet
A person with love epic
Which is not lunatic,
polemic , problematic
and choleric.
It is sophistic and dogmatic in someone's
mystic eyes
But he calls it "classic."
A person with love epic
Which is not hectic,
periodic , myopic
and atopic.
It is genetic and folkloric in someone's
mystic eyes
But she calls it "medic."
History of folklore in T & T
Influence by West African and Creole Spirituality
Narrated and told around kerosene lamps, our folklore
Characters, deities in ancient tribes before
Legend and stories fused with intricate mythology
Still inhabit conscious vulnerability
PAPA BOIS, the protector of forest, master of animal
DOUEN, child like entity lure children into the supernatural
LA DIABLESSE, the seductress temptress symbol of lust
MAMA D’LEAU the river fairy-maid with long hair, beautiful and lush
Bloodsucking ball of fire SOUCOYANT
Shape changing LAGAHOO phenomenon
Mischievous trouble makers are JUMBIES
Night roaming Ghost afraid of salt, called DUPPIES
The Folkloric tradition preserved by our ancestors
Be it your imagination of half man-half bird atop a car
We’ll always hear stories of all kinds of Folklore and folktale
La! La! La!
©Copyright February 25, 2019 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
My mother used to have a radio
Bagged in black imitative leather;
The round speaker, volume, tuner in front,
And a small antenna is hidden on top.
When she pickled bamboo shoots or fishes,
Or when she filled up cotton mattress,
She loved to listen to traditional music.
She turned to country songs during her sewing.
She listened to the folkloric plays
While she was busy in the backyard.
If by accident, she turned to the news show;
She stayed there for a while to save ideas
For a dinner discussion with my father.
Then one day she dropped the radio:
The traditional music ceased.
She tapped it, hoping to recover the situation:
Radio revived, but the tuning knob locked up;
Her amusing stations were unreachable;
Only the news broadcast noise.
She did not want to spend money
To bring to the shop or to buy a new one.
She listened to the propaganda news.
For the long years, the radio made
My mother’s world heartlessly shrinks!
Beer
Barrels
On wagons,
Surrounded by
Bavarian girls
In folkloric costumes-
Waving at all the tourists,
Raising beer steins as they roll by.
The beginning of Oktoberfest....
The opening parade's in September!
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I don't believe in St. Valentine,
Nor in the sanctity of this day,
But all I wish that you would be mine,
With...or without a folkloric Fay!
Accept this bunch...this rose retain,
As a token and a souvenir!
May I hope that we will remain
Closer and more in the future near.
I do respect the other creed,
Customs and norms that you follow,
And also those who praise indeed,
The lord almighty and hallow,
His name and throne and holy bid!
His sacred books that turned sallow,
From them his messengers decreed,
The teachings that we all wallow,
With an open mind oh! Please accept,
This verse and message from my heart,
Feelings which none can intercept,
Or break them even if he is smart!
Folkloric music
Portugal is not Lisbon it consists of small villages and districts
where people have their own songs, local costumes and sing
songs relating to their world. To Alte they came for
an evening of music and dance. What were the songs about,
they were about hardship of working in the field looking after
animals and milking cows and goats. But it was very sexy too,
a woman sang, you can’t come to my bed unless you behave,
and a man´s voice promised he would always take care of her
if she would be a bit forthcoming. And there were songs about
young love kissing in the hay stack and disapproving parents.
Like religions folk music has the sharing about love and human
hardship, it doesn´t matter which country songs emits from
which religion they believe in; no it is about simple drama of
love, jealousy, and chaste kiss under the olive tree of peace.
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