Tuesday, April 30, 2024

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[selfie April 2024]

Who Am  I

I am, whom the wind caresses

At dawn, while the birds whistle,

Flying in pairs or groups,

While i stand at the window

Of my door, alone, watching.


At dawn, while the birds whistle,

Silently i offer oration,

To a God seen and unseen,

I have only to gasp;

At a new bud opened.


Silently i offer oration,

For this to my mind, is

Visible presence from,

An invisible watching presence.

I am, whom the wind caresses.

Who Am  I © gillena cox 2024

 
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Monday, April 29, 2024

1169

Image created for me by BING AI

Quadrille Blaze

She dreamed of a life of adventure,

Climbing mountains, sky diving,

And such like;

If only she was born into a rich

Family she sighed,

Surely she could venture

Into unknown territory,

And be the trailblazer;

Super smart outgoing innovator,

What a poor thought!

© gillena cox 2024


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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 431
Hope you had a nice April

verses


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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

1168

artwork of Louis Wain courtesy dVerse poets pub
Under Tree Shade
My smiling eyes doth see
The sun is out and shining.
Where for a glass of milk be
This early in the morning

The sun is out and shining.
The azure bright and merry
This early in the morning
In gardens oh so cherry

The azure bright and merry
Sunflower petals they widen.
In gardens oh so cherry
Under tree shade sits a maiden

Sunflower petals they widen.
Grin of cheshire no match
Under tree shade sits a maiden
A book propped under her hat
Under Tree Shade -a pantoum © gillena cox 2024

 
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 Choose one of the artworks contained herein, and write a poem inspired by the artwork.


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Monday, April 22, 2024

1167

IMAGE COURTESY de Verse poetry pub

 Earth We 


Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, link up and link in. 


little square boxes

of people chatting online -

a live meeting


But what about our natural environment. The destruction is overwhelming. Building crumble like the tossed paper balls of am irate writer.  Machine guns and tankers deface the landscape. Where are the trees? The earth cries as blood is spilt.


TV screen shots -

the anguish of a mother

as her child goes limp



The fishes in the sea;  who cares about them as trash finds its way from rivers and streams to its depths annoying sea animal and plant life. Fishes must be crying too.


feet along the sand

plastic bottle clean up -

here's a garbage bag

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Thursday, April 18, 2024

1166

an image created for me at Bing AI;

 Never Ending

A circle has no ending

It just goes around and around

Such is this mystery mesmerizing

An echo without sound


It just goes around and around

An infinite measure of sky

An echo without sound

And through it time flies by


An infinite measure of sky

Such is this mystery mesmerizing

And through it time flies by

A circle has no ending

Never Ending - a pantoum © gillena cox 2024

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Tuesday, April 16, 2024

1165

an image created for me at Bing AI;

 Tell Me

What would i do without you bird song?

You; clock of the dawn so well sung


Where would i have been this morning?

Had i not opened a window to let God's breath gently filter in


It is the stuff of mundane things;

Like the eyelids in blinking,


That makes for a wondrous chink  

Understanding of energy don't you think?

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A poem of address is a poetic form that allows the poet to “speak” to a subject.
 Most of the time the subject doesn’t talk back because it’s a person who isn’t with the poet, 
or because the person is no longer living, 
or because the subject can’t talk back because it is an animal, 
a place, or a thing so this type of poem is usually in the form of a monologue.

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Still Life with Fruit, Pierre-Auguste Renoir Medium: oil on canvas FROM Bing.com


Let Down Your Hair

Friday's proposal

to the day around the corner;

Let's relax, let our hair down,

Drink a toast,

The week has come to an end.

Saturday is waiting

In the shadows,

With her empty basket,

To market to market,

The mangoes and pineapples

We'll buy.

© gillena cox 2024


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Thursday, April 11, 2024

1163

an image created for me at Bing AI; i took the image to picsart, added 2 stickers and text


This is what i hope to read at the live meeting on Saturday 13th April LISTEN
 
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