Monday, December 11, 2017

Monday WRites 135


[images 1 and 5 are mine. 2,3,4, were found by a google search]

PREPARE YE
Strangely a voice taken by the wilderness
Carries through wind in supple willingness
Through tree branches and sand dunes
Air and sky lend ear to message strewn

There is a visitor and he who is coming
With his arrival will we be succumbing
To seducer friend intruder guest or cheat
Do we win him a feast of happy receipt

Preparation observes to itself a season
Rain or months brittle Dry lend reason
Nuances of hope become ready corners
Hearts of dust and grime let to scourers

A boy in a manger to whom knees bend
Offerings of health wealth and praise spend
PREPARE YE © gillena cox 2017


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❧✿❧A Happy Advent Season to all❧✿❧ The second Sunday Advent candle has been lit This is the 'Love' or as some say 'Bethlehem' Candle
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #135, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites






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Blog hopping with

#65


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The Tuesday Platform


Revisit
4 December 2014



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Saturday, December 9, 2017

481

[image from google]


THAN BAUK [1] JASMINE
garden blossom
morning glum fades
pick some jasmine
try to sing while
you win your cheer
now to share with
true care awhile
THAN BAUK [1] JASMINE © gillena cox 2017


Marian introduces us today to The Than Bauk
x x x R
x x R x
x R x x
i wrote a chain of 3
x x x A
x x A x
x A x B
x x B x
x B x C
x x C x
x C x x


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[image from Pinterest]

WHY EAGLES SOAR
Free spirit that is me
Your indiscretion does not hold me
Nor does your weakness destroy me

Born to soar on eagle heights, me
I look down on a world made for me
A screech sculpted is left by me

So even after this planet audieu by me
Should in gentles ripples be glad of me
Your bullying will not eliminate me
WHY EAGLES SOAR © gillena cox 2017


In her prompt The Silence Breakers
Sherry says "The rise of this movement, during a year when the political regime is trying to roll women's rights back into the 1950's, is stirring our souls. The "Me, too" movement includes just about everyone we know - millions of women are coming into the light of day and speaking out. We are saying "Enough!" "

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Revisit
9 Dec 2016
9 Dec 2015


Blog hopping with 'imaginary garden'

Fussy Little Forms: Than Bauk
Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman ~ The Silence Breakers

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

480

[Narcissus image from Pinterest



ZONE OF DOUBLE
What lure the likes of reflection holds,
For a heart to beat after its own
Folly to apples poison the fairest
And moon round and full there to behold

Who is vanity then to want of reason

Mirror mirror held in speculation
Becomes the verdict lends the sway of
Ancients claiming old souls thrust in today
Why worry at scars of time's passing
ZONE OF DOUBLE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Narcissus (Vanity/Narcissism)

Monday, December 4, 2017

Monday Writes 134




STAR STUDDED JOURNEYMEN
Clatter of bones calls of days lost
Defeat in struggles cold gone lust
Mockery where light once burned
Empty sockets grin most, returned

Now all that was and this now past
Without blood hence now at last
Cage of support will rattle on anon
Till flesh returns or never lie be shun

Gather then crowns of seething green
Ever those boughs of steady wind seen
Bend thee in supple wondrous haze
Behold rapturous sight of dazzling gaze

Follow though the cold nights discourage
Enliven heart rekindle as day its courage
STAR STUDDED JOURNEYMEN © gillena cox 2017



Note
The Advent wreath, or Advent crown, is a Christian tradition that symbolizes the passage of the four weeks of Advent in the liturgical calendar of the Western church... usually a horizontal evergreen wreath with four candles... Beginning with the First Sunday of Advent, the lighting of a candle can be accompanied by a Bible reading, devotional time and prayers. An additional candle is lit during each subsequent week until, by the last Sunday before Christmas, all four candles are lit. Many Advent wreaths include a fifth, Christ candle which is lit at Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. The custom is observed both in family settings and at public church services.


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❧✿❧A Happy Advent Season to all❧✿❧ The first Sunday Advent candle has been lit and hope journeys with renewed longing

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #134, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites






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DO Enjoy the music



Blog hopping with

#64


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The Tuesday Platform


Revisit
4 December 2014

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

478

image from google dot com]


BITTERSWEET
to such bittersweet longings

beginnings and endings appeal
they level waiting and anticipating

then a star shines brightest
and wise men follow their hearts
finding love swaddled in a manger
BITTERSWEET© gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Bittersweet

AND


MM 2017 Nov 29

Revisit
29 November 2016



Monday, November 27, 2017

Monday WRites 133

[images from Google dot com used for this mosaic]



JESSE TREE RONDELET
The Jesse Tree
Its roots in history of our mien
The Jesse Tree
Most gracious gems from clouds watered
Blossoming hope of days forseen
Thus faith allows us ample mean
The Jesse Tree
JESSE TREE RONDELET © gillena cox 2017


NOTE
Jesse Tree Symbols

[Jesse tree Clip Art from google dot com]



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A Happy Monday to all
❧✿❧Saying Goodbye November and Hello Advent Season ❧✿❧ Today is the first day in the Season of Advent. The Jesse Tree symbol for this day is creation - earth

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #133, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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DO Enjoy the music



Blog hopping with

#63

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The Tuesday Platform

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MM 2017 Nov 27

Sunday, November 26, 2017

476


i sweep
yellow leaves fall
from the Plumeria
as if greeting Fall far away
hello
© gillena cox 2017

# Here in Trinidad and Tobago we have only The Wet and The Dry Seasons; no Summer Winter Fall or Spring.


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November Themes


AND


MM: Nov 26 2017



Revisit
26 November 2016

Thursday, November 23, 2017

475


...Mommy brought her a glass of milk. She didn’t like milk very much. What she liked very much was orange juice. She drank her milk slowly, with some encouraging words from her mommy.
It was now time to brush her teeth, and get into her jammies. (that’s what Zinnia called her pyjamas). She chose the white ones with the coloured kitty cats patterns all over.
Her dad began to read to her a bedtime story. In no time at all, Zinnia was fast asleep; dreaming of ice lollies, and lollipops...
© 2017 gillena cox. [excerpt from my new children's book 'Third Planet From The Sun'] The story ends with one haiku poem.

Published through Authorhouse All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5462-8442-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5462-8441-3 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2017917130
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.



Blog hopping with

MM 24 November 2017



Revisit
23 November 2015

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

474

[a google dot com rose animation]


A SPELL OF ROSE
pluck thee petal by petal
by orb of refrains settle
question this rose and ink
oh passion sway her mettle

tis night this moon in sync
will barter sold hearts for mink
for a rose let sound be taste
while ear behold a lover wink

dark thorns be stranger haste
to rose a maiden soul re-paste
fairest peeled of jealous sake
wild plea fraught to no disgrace

blush sweetly innocence partake
stretch of hand quell his quake
sated web through love spell spun
for sweet fragrance of rose sake
A SPELL OF ROSE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Flower: Rose
prompted by Sumana

AND


MM 2017 Nov 22


Revisit
22 Nov 2015
Rose Buds And Dew
A To Z Rosebud

Enjoy The Music

Monday, November 20, 2017

Monday WRites 132

[i used images from google dot com for this mosaic]

CLOCK TRIOLET
trudging tick tocks
through weight of day and sleight of night
trudging tick tocks
slicing eternity's parlance
unassuming in threading might
history needle-holed in its flight
trudging tick tocks
CLOCK TRIOLET © gillena cox 2017

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A Happy Monday to all
❧✿❧Almost a month away from Christmas ❧✿❧

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #132, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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DO Enjoy the music



Blog hopping with

# 62

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The Tuesday Platform

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MM 2017 Nov 20

Monday, November 13, 2017

Monday WRites 131


DOVE RONDELET
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
aura of morning sky serene,
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
clasp of tiny pink feet to boughs, like
faithful fingers to rosary beads,
and dewdrop to wild grasses feeds
one dove sits in the Cherry tree.
DOVE RONDELET © gillena cox 2017


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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧Posting late today so, a good afternoon to all; and, i will continue these November Mondays with Rondelet poems ❧✿❧

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #131, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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DO Enjoy the music


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The Tuesday Platform

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MM 2017 Nov 13

Saturday, November 11, 2017

471

[fox image from pixabay]


FOX RONDELET
the quick brown fox,
where was he when the moon was new?
the quick brown fox,
to the Olympics he should go;
here his leap would be met i'm sure,
with gain and applause, all this for,
the quick brown fox.

Marian has prompted us to write a Rondelet.

Here is one written by Charles Henry Luders (1889)
A RONDELET
Is just seven verses rhymed on two.
A rondelet
Is an old jewel quaintly set
In poesy--a drop of dew
Caught in a roseleaf. Lo! For you,
A rondelet.

Hope you enjoyed my silly little ditty; my first Rondelet - FOX RONDELET


Blog hopping today with

Fussy little forms - Rondelet


AND


MM 2017 Nov 11


Revisit
11 November 2016


Enjoy

470

[St Michael image from google]


KISMET
She lies you know, that braggart
Cousin Coucous!
Oh, she met, Michelle Obama at
The hairdressers!

Between sips of tea, i said to my dear cousin:

Down there in doldrums,
Dark is the only vision seen
And shadows are plated
From breakfast to supper

Dreams are those times you reckon with surreal

It was neither winter nor summer.
That time, my first meeting Michael,
He was wearing his brown skins.
As a kind of kismet

They do that you know, angels are chameleon

The span of knowledge Heaven holds,
Fastens many a wonderer
In diaphanous skein
Exceedingly awesome

Neither day nor night sat on its hunches

Neither cloud nor rainbow
Thus, could ride the moment,
Here he was at the edge of real
So brilliant was his aura,

Strength of another worthless tyrant absorbed

My soul knew his guardianship
My spirit he had so awakened
"Taste and see" he said, "of goodness,"
"And relish the nectar of hope"
KISMET © gillena cox 2017

Isadora Gruye at Real Toads prompted: Write about a relative's encounter with a famous person. That's all. The encounter doesn't have to have actually happened. And the famous person does not need to be living or even from the same era.

My poem though, having an ilk of its own strayed a little out of focus into a very self-centred shift: my apologies; AND, i do not have a cousin Coucous.

Blog hopping today with
(in)Famous and possibly fictional



Revisit
11 November 2016


Enjoy