Monday, September 25, 2017

Monday WRites 124










RAINDROPS ON LEAVES
Howling winds what are they saying
so important
in the face of
morning sunshine

Yon pigeons in the eaves are shushed
not a coo coo
not a shuffle
only silence

Pellets from rain clouds the leaves hold
an offering
from the heavens
just like manna
RAINDROPS ON LEAVES © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
25 September 2015


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

451

[the Emperor's new clothes, image from google dot com]

CLOTHES SOO FINE
They said to him "you look just fine"
He who sort pleasure of boudoir wine
Oh what a mess
For this poor tess
To walk the streets sans clothes a stein

To walk the streets sans clothes a stein
Laughter they pinned to mockery shrine
Pompous to unctous zeal
Emperor clad thus surreal
They said to him "you look just fine"
CLOTHES SOO FINE © gillena cox 2017


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Fireblossom Friday : "The Distorted Lens"

revisit
23 September 2015

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

450

image source HERE


PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE!
so peace the night, you winds of woe,
and gently hush you leaves and branches,
no more rustle of the tears in flight,
no more wade the floodgates to dismay,

so hush your howls September sprites,
and dry those tears clouds, lament no more

let peace then hammer nails of repair,
roots to trees be anchors once more,
peace! sweet peace, banish thee nightmare,
let warmth of sun to human hearts endure.
PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE! © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
21 September 2016
21 September 2015

Monday, September 18, 2017

Monday WRites 123

[cool planets 3d graphics mobile wallpaper from google dot com]


E[VER] LIFE?
[plug in part] of the charger gets twisted and breaks off
enough juice left [about 22 %] to start pulling hairs off scalp

then, shameless question to self, via smart brain
was there L[ife] before the cell phone?

all hours of insominia nights tap tapping to the light of
'Farmville Tropic Escape' or 'Fairway Solitaire'

moon fades to missing overused burn of fingers
daylight to come, Cellular Planet to go, fast landing

to the mall, ah the mall! for new charger new juice
was there E[ver] life before the cell phone gaming?
E[VER] LIFE? © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
18 September 2016


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mini challenge - juice
Responding to Brendan's challenge, write a poem about power in your life and the world. Write about family or creativity or instinct, plugging in or playing unhooked, heavenly or earthly powers, the power of life or death, human powers versus nature's, etc...Extra points for keeping your poem mini (-ish, -esque, -mal, -finny, etc.)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

448

image courtesy imaginary garden


STRANGERS
My feet shod in sneakers
[echo] greeters
I walk in glorious sun
[echo] fun
The door of the kiosk says PUSH
[echo] bush
Song birds poem the sky
[echo] high

He is before me in the queue
[echo] who
I wish his eyes were violet
[echo] triolet

Then I could poem him in colour
[echo] dollar
For his thoughts by and by
[echo] Hi
STRANGERS © gillena cox 2017

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of muse and me
Sanaa is prompting

... ... ...

Revisit
14 September 2016
14 September 2015

Monday, September 11, 2017

Monday WRites 122

[a google dot com image]

BELIEVE IN HIM
Be a good example
Ever speak His holy name
Live in the hope of His promise
Invite Him into your heart
Encourage others to praise
Verily verily He spoke
Each miracle to invoke

Instructing the way of life
No other could have lifted

His cross of Calvary
In Him is forgiveness and mercy
Messiah, anointed one of God
BELIEVE IN HIM  © gillena cox 2010
[inspiration from Hebrews Chapters 2 and 3]
[first published at Wordchimes dot com]



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Revisit
11 September 2015

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Friday, September 8, 2017

446


BOOK OF WORDS
A postage stamp, a convenient
Scar of mimicry
Your cool sentiment , all lies

I could return thus postcard
Address unknown
But to stoop to your mimicry

No no I decree more finesse
To starlight and twinkle
And my forever happy heart
BOOK OF WORDS © gillena cox 2017

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Words Count with Mama Zen
Challenged to write a new poem from a given list of words: "mimicry, testament, rapture, cool, dachshund, cherubim, heretic, infinitesimal, convenient, serendipity" Chose three words from the above list and compose a little bit of brilliance of sixty words or less. Bonus points if you title your poem "Book of Words."

Revisit
9 September 2015

Monday, September 4, 2017

Monday WRites 121

[olive grove near Bethlehem from google dot com]


FAITH ACKNOWLEDGED
A tiny bit of faith abounds into a plenty
That great mass of a tree from a little seed
Began, was once just a reserve entity
Memory for future on going life

Storehouses contain a wealth of important
Items, sources of treasure indeed
Watch the busy bee and the hurry ant
Resourceful in their cause for results rife

The honey is made without being iffy
The drones never ponder what if or when
Without thought of bears, or giant’s fee
Fie foo fom; they do what they are made for

So bees and hurrying ants they build
Using innate ability, their ken
The hives and the ant hills willed
To a future, regardless of ill favor

There is that something within
Which, linked to the vast divine infinite
Will; makes things happen, in
Time, and according to right standard

Like the seed with its allotted germination
Is sprung out of timely respite
Ideas have their span of meditation
Then they grow into the tangible

Because of the inherent faith
That which is yet to materialize
Rises out of the labyrinth
And makes it way to surface

From the deep where in lies essence
Of everything found in every shape and size
On the inside is the vast nuance
The old, the new, the grace

Of renewing and expanding
Replenishing that which was created
For a specific purpose; demanding
Responsibility and obedience in return

Of faith’s reverent acknowledgment
And it minutest sum respected
Only rewards with contentment
Will ever the pursuer earn
FAITH ACKNOWLEDGED © gillena cox
[first published 2007 at Wordchimes dot com]

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Revisit
4 September 2016
4 September 2015

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Thursday, August 31, 2017

445

[image from google dot com]


HAD HE CLIMBED HIGHER
Jack clambered up the bean stalk
And there he was with a fee fie foo fum
The giant, a monstrous gawk

Had he climbed higher, high enough

To touch the sun
He would have seen and non too soo
A mun starr eyeing Houston
Big enough to overshadow the moon

Had he climbed high, and kept on climbing

He would have heard the whispers
From down below solar eclipse sol ar e clipse sola
Eclipse becoming clearer and crisper
Rising to a holler

Had he climbed higher, high enough

He would have seen him falling, falling falling
Collapsed from sun burns
And his tears the rivers and dams filling
Poured in like ashes to an urn

Had he claimed high, and kept on climbing

With those whose every possession was caught
In a flood, where no oracle prophesied an ark
Jack would have heard the sobs of those fraught
A people ravished by his fall, his mark

Had he climbed higher, high enough

He would have heard a name through distraught sobs
Called out "Harvey"
But no he just grabbed the goose and other such dobs
And down the bean stalk he went in a jarvie
HAD HE CLIMBED HIGHER © gillena cox 2017

[video courtesy imaginary garden & you tube]


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A Skyflower Friday: Monsters
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor, standing in for Shay, with a Fireblossom Friday flavoured challenge.

Revisit
August 31 2015

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

444

[image from Yahoo dot com]


THIS POEM IS APPRECIATION, ADMIRATION, REVERENCE
This poem is the art of appreciation.
This poem is admiration - aesthetic of life.
This poem is reverence, a humble bow.

Van Gogh, oh Van Gogh, why the ear?
Why this extreme way of passion?
The sun flowers nod at your ardour,
To colour imitating splendour,
Of a bee's delight, no words only hues,
This poem is appreciation for star filled nights.

He sees her, he is timid, he is shy,
Those curves, they mesmerize him,
Stun him, reduce him to a stutter,
Where words are eaten alive,
And brain becomes sated to just dance,
This poem is admiration of youth hushed of lyrics.

Oh morning dew, oh sunset glow,
How masterful is ocean's lore,
By earth to fashion his smile and core ,
And by his side his fleshed bone stride
This poem is reverence of creation's pride.

This poem is appreciation, aka respect.
This poem is admiration be that as it may, respect.
This poem is reverence - a humble bow, respect.
THIS POEM IS APPRECIATION ADMIRATION REVERENCE © gillena cox 2017


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van Gogh's ear

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Midweek Motif ~ Respect
Susan is the prompter

Monday, August 28, 2017

Monday WRites 120

[image from Pinterest]


YOUR PRESENCE LORD
Unquenchable fires,
There, i do not want to be;
In the protecting presence of
Your heavenly angels Lord lead me
Where ever i wander,
Loving Shepherd seek me;
And return me to that place,
Where You rather i'd be
Where so gathered,
By two and by three;
That i may not perish but,
The heavens may rejoice
© gillena cox
[first published 2011 at Wordchimes dot com]
[Inspiration from Matthew chapter 18]

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Monday, August 21, 2017

Monday WRites 119


CLOUDS OF THE MORNING
There they are,
clouds of the morning,
lounging in the blue sky afar,

like every morning they are there,
decor of sky,
as moody and unpredictable as a woman.
Sometimes pouting, sometimes dancing,
sometimes wearing yellow hues,
sometimes silver accents,
coiffured in huge puffs, or light romantic wisps
but always there they are,

so unlike womankind, silent
that is,
until though, moved to tears,
enough said,
But such are clouds,
of the morning.
CLOUDS OF THE MORNING © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
21 August 2016

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

441

[chameleon image from Bing dot com]

SHAPE SHIFTING
Inside the moon is nest of chameleon,
In recluse I watch their puffed necks,
As they scuttle by under camouflage,
How come the moon shifts shape?
Its not because of me, it because of them,
Silent gaze is your best retort,
For poems are never stored to yon moon,
Only shared in utter desperation,
When words are all we got but nought,
For light or shadowy cloud or halo.
SHAPE SHIFTING© gillena cox 2017


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Micro Poetry ~ Uncomplicated Things
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor

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Saturday, August 19, 2017

440

[Hummingbird images from the internet]


COME DANCE SAYS YERETTE
Way way back to days of Hyarima,
You resonate with breath of heaven,
Little jewel of the sky,
May i call you little dancer?

Flitting into my garden,
With your sword-like beak in fencing flèche,
And feet en l’air,
Such a wonderful sight you are;

You tease with your glimpse of delight,
Even Lady moon lowers her sweet coy lashes,
Sigh, sigh, you never stay long enough,
So our breaths may do a pas de deux.
COME DANCE SAYS YERETTE © gillena cox 2017




Notes
Trinidad - land of the hummingbird... Yerette literally means hummingbird  in the original Amerindian(Caribs and Arawaks) language. It is believed these mysterious birds, with their vibrant colors, flittering wings and aerial acrobatics, contain the souls of the local’s ancestors

Chief Hyarima

The hummingbird - messenger ....of heaven He thereby connects humans with the power of God and raises them to the fifth (and next) level of human consciousness and the process of human development.

A Mayan legend says the hummingbird is actually the sun in disguise, and he is trying to court a beautiful woman, who is the moon.

contrary to popular belief, hummingbirds can walk, but they are pretty bad at it


There are two hummingbirds on The Coat of Arms of Trinidad and Tobago


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imaginary garden

Bits of Inspiration ~ Keep Dancing
Prompted by Susie Clevenger

Revisit
19 August 2016 NIGHT ROMPS
19 August 2016 TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

439

[Sierra Leone Flood pic from google dot com]

THICK BROWNING
A rich thick browning,
Rich with lives of helpless and hapless,
Mud of Sierra Leone throttling,
No child's play this mix;
Chairs, arms, gasps, in thick browning
And livestock flay,
Where wheels to sailing bouts taking,
A cruel hand, no laughing teeth nor gums,
Tis these flood waters about be muddling,
Sieved through the CNN's and such.
We shudder sadly this rich thick browning
THICK BROWNING © gillena cox 2017


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Prompted by Susan

Monday, August 14, 2017

Monday WRites 118

[Oswaldo Guayasamin image
from google dot com]


BEGGAR MAN AT THE ROADSIDE
A man of faith at,
The roadside sat,
A simple man, A beggar he;
Of another man heard he,
Called Jesus, an anointed one

God's only Son;
The beggar man, blind he was,
Bartimaeus son of Timaeus;

Jesus was passing along the road,
Where that beggar took up abode;
Summoning his faith he called to Him,
And, many tried to discourage him;
But, he called out louder and again,
For Jesus's attention, he must gain;

The beggar man,
That simple man,
Man of faith;

"Jesus, Lord, Son of David",
That was what he shouted;

And Jesus heard,
And Jesus answered,
That he be brought forward,
A meeting straightforward;

"What do you want of me"
"That I should see"
And by his faith thus stated
Was he a miracle awarded
He saw the road and followed

After Jesus
Bartimaeus
The beggar man
The simple man
Of faith
BEGGAR MAN AT THE ROADSIDE © gillena cox 2008 - A meditation on Mark Chapter 10
First published at Wordchimes dot com

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