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December 12, 2025

The Barzakh

 The term Barzakh (بَرْزَخ) in Arabic literally means a barrier or partition that separates two things. In the Qur’an, barzakh is used in a general sense for any barrier – for example, a barrier between two bodies of water. When talking about life after death, Barzakh refers to the period after a person’s death and before their resurrection.


Every grave is a room
Its corners filled with days of memories passed, past
A clutter of kitsch and curio aplenty
Echoes of journeys taken and favors sought

Lights on... flick the lights off
The inhabitants yearn for nothing here
Windowless, no peering out
The occupants have no more desires in this place

Every grave is a room 
Filled with flowers, weeds and worms
Tear-filled nights and beautiful mornings 
Thoroughly beloved 
Are echoes here of another place

Your grave is your room
With laundry piled high and pairs of shoes left askew
Ties tied crooked and dress hems, dropped
It is a state that will never change
No it never improves

Time takes all things away
Sold sight unseen, it is as is it
In the blink of an eye, a twinkle perhaps
So make your bed


- CocoaTea Poetry🌱

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December 05, 2025

Upward County

very much newness.... much

many things, aplenty

it rushes past me

I catch a glimpse

                            but I don’t know its face

altogether unfamiliar, dissimilar

a stranger

oh my, how new

this fresh flush of the first new day

crisp, cold and voluminous

foreigner

new

newfoundland


-CocoaTea Poetry🌱


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November 28, 2025

craven and cold

I was reading this article on Pornography is a Public Health Crisis by Zahra

Paragraph 5 stirred this poem.



The brutalisation of the imagination

unwitting, but inerrant

…..desensitization

numbness creeping in, cold air sinking to the bottom

a society’s number internally rotten


-CocoaTea Poetry🌱

November 21, 2025

It calls for all

 

The tensions are high and ratcheting up again
Clink, clank
The industrial complex creeps forward 
Like the rapid rail
The death rattle of the zone
Death rattle of the peace
Hospice care, CARICOM cares
Commercial mice swear
…fealty
To other gods?
The price of their benediction
The lives of men, mighty and mealy

Cross the line, borders drawn
Radars down, eyes alert
But closed tightly, squinting in fear
While others are others are wide open
Pupils dilated with euphoria
Pockets fattening as they sip
Pinkys up
Get a grip, get a grip
Clink, clank, clank
Ebenezer.

The slow moving push
Waters rushing from the heights of La Seiva
To Town, hitting the pipes with such 
Velocity, every atom is embossed
Known by its name and number
Positioned to plunder

Will wonders every truly cease?
Gaze upon heaps of deceased men
Memories, mothers and families
But the resolution goes on 
Clanking, creeping
Quiet and then, screaming
Dissenting approval, delegated authority
While the people chant
Their hands are raising
While their voices fade away

With an atomic red haze


-CocoaTea Poetry🌱

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