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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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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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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Saturday, August 12, 2017

437

[Caladiums from my Garden, Enjoy!]

AMBIENCE
Be inspired by the ambience,
For today, the icons of joy
Lie in ambush with providence,
Waiting to spring upon thee;
Unwary usurper of words
wielding sentences, syllables, phrases
Like peace and hope and faith and tomorrow
All these weapons of uncanny transgressions
Wanting to capsize a world spinning in dilemma
Gratitude and praise stalks the unwary
Look out, love bombs!
AMBIENCE © gillena cox 2017


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Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words
Magalay asks of us to use the line of one of our old poems to start a new poem and link to the old poem
I used from Message To A Poet
verse 3 Line 3 "Be inspired by the ambience"

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

436

[An image from Pinterest]


COFFEE MORNINGS
First light of morning streams in on shards
Of sheer magic
The aroma of coffee not yet brewing
Lures the poet in a semi- somnambulant state
To the kettle
The first whistle of the morning is cajoling
Words dance in wordle rhythm
Never settling like the spoonful of coffee
Which instantly dissolves rising in a steam
Of hot magic
When the air filled with perfumed breezes
Whose elixir mixed in by delft invisible hands
Weave a poem of early morning dew then
Ribbons of syllabic patterns tint the blossoms
Afresh again anew
COFFEE MORNINGS © gillena cox 2017


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Revisit
10 August 2016
10 August 2015

Monday, August 7, 2017

Monday WRites 117

[Robots - image from the internet]


FUTURE PERFECT(QUESTION MARK)
It is the time penultimate zone of new normal; people are just that people, Ego looks overs his people with courage, [fear has been banished, forever-?] if you read something in the news you do not like, you can *suck your teeth [in T&T*cheups] and say false news - false news , politics is about who visits whom, and who [ didn't], tweets are of birds and men.

Time does not exist; ceteris paribus, there is no chaos, if you leave The Village of A on Tuesday you can arrive at The Village of B on Monday [of the same week], there are no nights, [just sun and moon intervals], everything is clear cut, we are everything, and nothing then.

The couple next door is [having] a baby; they sit at the table, talking shop: colour of eyes, shape of nose, feel of hair, these are good people, they do not squabble, swaddled in sweet grey (very cute), said baby arrives, [via a reputable internet carrier] next day YOU WHOO!!!

Of the ‘old world’ though, wishes and history remain; her name is Gift, she looks at the baby then she asks the grownup standng next to her , “Auld-er , if you lived in the ‘old world’ [eons ago] what would you have liked to be, boy or girl? “girl answers Auld-er, I so love stilettos and would not have minded being a president’s wife,” “me too Auld-er” Gift chimes in, “and I so-o luv nail polish too.”
FUTURE PERFECT(QUESTION MARK) © gillena cox 2017


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Roller Skate Stilettos: I came across this after i posted, so i edited to include it. This made me smile.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

434

[images: the art of Romain de Tirtoff - fair use]


LETTERS G AND Z
G is for grandma, whose name also starts with G
She is me
But Z starts the name of her granddaughter
Who fills grandma's day with laughter

Heart shapes,
Peeled grapes,
And mermaids,
These she love, and bead in her braids

Cotton candy, strawberry ice cream
Gummy worms seem,
Wiggly real, yet they taste yummy!
LETTERS G AND Z © gillena cox 2017



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Monday, July 31, 2017

433

Monday WRites continues next week; I'm staying offline this week; resting my eyes


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Happy Emanicaption Holiday [August 1st] Trinidad and Tobago

much love
gillena

Sunday, July 30, 2017

432

[a Karin Gustafson drawing]


a bawling mouth, they met

it was the very first time
she held a baby in her arms

here was a miracle
cradled in a smell of newness
suckling sweetly
© gillena cox 2017


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Friday, July 28, 2017

431

[image from google dot com]


ROSE BUDS AND DEW
There among the misty clouds,
In that place of dreams,
Where travelers slip through,
Depths of vision and waver

Then again,
You were, for real, who knew but me and you,
Our first? meeting -

There you were breaking my ♥ heart,
For the first time,
May be even once 💕 hearts ,
Ought to be broken.
All of first gifts are given
From the same cloud

There you are ever first,
To remain in my love,
Steadfast: as dream, reality, better half,
Better still, my first everything that ever matters.
ROSE BUDS AND DEW © gillena cox 2017

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Paul prompts: "Please pen me a poem that speaks in some way of a 'First Time,' one already met or perhaps to come."


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Revisit
SOUL MATES

Monday, July 24, 2017

Monday WRites 116


WHERE WORDS TRANSPORT
After checks and scans from security,
Welcoming doors test reading savvy,
Here; In is in and Out is out,
Of this there is no doubt

Climbing stairs not your delight?
Elevators will surly suffice,
Oh! but the coffee shop,
Skip in first and then go up

So many authors, affix a name
To hopes and dreams now ours to claim,
Lining shelf after shelf,
Passions and foibles give of itself,
So all the world could dream dreams,
Visiting faraway places in this scheme

And outside, an assemble of pannists,
There to give of their grandest,
A free concert will draw many,
Hips to sway on any given day.
WHERE WORDS TRANSPORT © gillena cox 2017


edited to note: the building i wrote about is The National Library down town Port of Spain


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Weekend Mini Challenge: Buildings
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

429

[Phantom of the Opera Venetian Masquerade Mask from google dot com]

FOUR MOVEMENTS _ MASK
I
The mask shows
It tells
There's never the lie

II
A sinister power dared to show
The mask of soul allowed to agent

For too small is ego
And too large is spirit

Yet mask of go-between
Perfect in its application


III
Spa day, we peel and daub
In doll house feminine
Transforming stress to dust of dust


IV
Bigger than the phoenix
The fire risen in depths
Of passion
The phantom and the dance of life
Plays on
FOUR MOVEMENTS _ MASK © gillena cox 2017


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Monday, July 17, 2017

Monday WRites 115

[all images in this Blue Mosaic from google dot com]


MOSAIC BLUES
She wanders amongst lonely clouds,
Her shoes are prime stilleto blue,
A postcard away from gathering crowds,
Of this she is all for nought too new,

Even should a bird pause to listen,
Narry a song will be given to morning
Though sunlight to dew will glisten
Still to moon drops she be clinging.
MOSAIC BLUES © gillena cox 2017

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17 July 2015

Saturday, July 15, 2017

427


MERGE
I
there's magic in my kitchen

as two sets of colours
food colours merge

the child understands
the merging delights her
another colour mix


II
this immersing and flowing

there is no loss
only merging [return]ing

maybe a return
to that oneness
that already was


MERGE - photo and poems © gillena cox 2017


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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

426


GRACE TO LOVE
War and peace and
Wedged between, tempers of greed;
Boundaries and borders and
Staked to claim, loss of reason;
Bullets and bomb and
Laid to waste, blood and bones crushed;
Heartache and loss and
Equations unsolved, all to nought

War and peace and
Lessons unlearned, to heartbeat of repetition;
War and peace and
Prize of destruction wanton;
War and peace and
Anguish for light in shroud of darkness

War and peace
Oh that light should
Fathom the grace to love
Least war and peace
Be forever at loggerheads
GRACE TO LOVE © gillena cox 2017

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Monday, June 26, 2017

Monday WRites 114

[image from google dot com]

UNFETTERED MOON
Indigo dream haunts turgid night
Clarion moon smiles her slim coy
In shadows then let pleasure abide
For too soon will night leave us

Serve jeweled kisses to love's banquet
A tad of wine will to passion behest
Least rainbow's wane be state of unicorn
Twinkle surely million stars be watchful
UNFETTERED MOON © gillena cox 2017

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

424


WISHES
On Undiscovered planetoid
Where Retirement dwells
With her friends, Solitude and Wisdom
There sits a treasure

Much like the box of dear old Pandora
Its locks are rusty
Its hinges will creak, surely if one dares
To open it without a wish

I wish for length of day
Syllables to swirl in light of awe
Health to manage newness
In fast-paced age of being.
WISHES © gillena cox 2017


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