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[Untitled (Landscape with Butterflies), c.1956by Dali at Wikipaintings]

 

WE THREE MAY BE SHADOWS

When i take out the garbage in the night

My shadow and i become three pass by

Then three again  in a returning sight

Why are we three you may ask of me why

Tis because of two night lights  beamed next door 

My two shadows and me play at dramas

It's time for my bath when i've done this chore

I snuggle into comfy pajamas

Where are those shadows they've both run away

When did they run off can you tell me when

Is it because i didn't asked them to stay

They are going to make me lose my zen

Morning sun comes and nighttime moon follows

Chores to be done within all these hours

© gillena cox 2022

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dragonfly image from google

 A BEAUTIFUL DRAGONFLY

Who will question your diaphanous wing,

And wonder wither does your flights to fancy be.

Are there bird songs that you too wish to sing?

Will the dawn wait a  lazy sun to be.

As day lights azure clearest of blue sky,

Mocks such clear patterns mirrored through thine,

A cathedral of stain glass windows sigh,

Weight of suffering impassioned  to wine.

Oh stay! that I might ask questions of you,

For truly you distance by so quickly,

Zipping by from air anywhere  perched to,

Allow passersby to watch lovingly.

You know beauty lies in those admiring eyes.

You know yourself for their contentment lies.

  A BEAUTIFUL DRAGONFLY© gillena cox 2021

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REVISIT

14 September 2020

14 September 2017

14 September 2016

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["lover boy and girl with red heart balloons" image from google dot com]

MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART
Once i was young, and the moon,
Round and complete, lured my sigh
Many a night in a darkening swoon
There she was, round and ever so high.

Fantasy soared, jump, touch that moon
Bright-cold or pale-gold-hot
Growing takes eons and eons, none too soon
Her texture to know; maybe, maybe not.

There was no need of space ships then
Nursery rhymes could achieve so much
Her pages opened, and that was when
The words flew it passengers as such

Once too, our love was young
The two of us holding hands, looking
We basked in our favourite song
And there was the moon, full round watching.

Some such innocence tugs at the heart
Maybe a poem to write then, sweetheart.
MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART © gillena cox 2019


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Prompted by Sumana


REVISIT
27 November 2018
27 November 2016
27 November 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC
Regina Belle - This Is Love

Monday WRites 194

WHEN THE CHILDREN PARADE
Here comes morning carrying her jug of sunlight
Here comes the twittering birds oh such a delight
The songs they sing of beauty and of colour
The tales they tell each one to the other

A rainbow in the sky adds her smile
Clouds are cousins their hugs span for miles
Something's in the preparation pot
Something's in the brewing oh so hot

Stripes of a zebra stamped black and white
And a lion may decide to be a kite
All this is possible fun is here too
And trucks full of music are there too

Here comes the Sunday of Carnival
Happily toting its boys and gals
WHEN THE CHILDREN PARADE © gillena cox 2019




[Mosaic and other photos by Gillena Cox]

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Blue Monday: Deserted Campground

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#303

REVISIT
24 February 2015

Monday WRites 192

MAYBE A SONNET
I wanted to write you a love song,
Throbbing with fullness of passion.
But words kept dancing all of it own,
To silent strum of a syllabic moan.
Commas, full stops, semicolons, dashes.
That was when i knew i should,
Instead write you a sonnet if i could.
And still the letters curved to all shapes;
Like bananas, apples, cantaloupes, grapes.
The L was elusive, the O, just the same;
Maybe, i should has sketched your name,
To the horizon where earth and sky meet,
Where lovers are given mystical retreat,
Where E and V dance in a word forever.
MAYBE A SONNET © gillena cox 2019

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February is upon us, the month I love most. My birthday is next Monday and St Valentines Day on the 14th ❧✿❧
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#13: A different window

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[Image from Pixabay; Fair use]

PONDERING PEACE
Peace where sky meets sea
When rainbows glow a plenty
And war a forgotten history like
Misted mornings hiding mountains

Hands to hold walking together
Smiles to savour from hour to hour
How this dream awakens desires
Hope in still many eras to consider

Respect and understanding bow
In meeting holding gazes steadfast
Love and honour marry freely
For off springs of generations foretold

Sleeping butterfly wings grow strong till
Time to come forth victory is already won
PONDERING PEACE © gillena cox 2018


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Peace On Earth


REVISIT
12 Dec 2016
12 Dec 2014


ENJOY

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[image from Bing dot com]

WEDDING SONNET
Ballons are such joyous sacs.
Filled with awesome elation.
Even if you turn your backs,
You are steeped in jubilation.

All rise to greet her, new bride.
Bedecked in royal splendor she.
Going to be at her husband's side,
Tis her day, he waits patiently.

And so in this sacred place,
A vow of oneness blessed divine,
With ministers to plead each case,
Feast acclaim of bread and wine.

Now two are one in boundless time.
Symbol of rings spent to honour,
Must one to the other each a prime,
To voyage to journey set in favour.

Whence heaven with her bounteous smile,
Ride overhead, clouds of angels on high.

WEDDING SONNET © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
3 April 2017
3 April 2016


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Tuesday Platform: NaPoWriMo Style
Prompted by Rommy; its open mic

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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beginnings


Enjoy The Music

Monday WRites 136

[all images in this mosaic found at Pinterest]


JOY
We wait in joy for his being born
Saviour of the world so well sworn
Eyes peeled watching for that star
Once wise men followed from afar

He comes again to bring that hope
Just when we think we cannot cope
Dare we forget his holy sacrifice
Already is paid redemption's price

What a wondrous season of longing
We endure a new sense of belonging
To kingdom gathered under His wing
His salvation wisely then to cling

Thus the cause of great and lasting joy
Our hearts a manger for this baby boy
© gillena cox 2017

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❧✿❧Wishing all Joy as we await His coming ❧✿❧ The Third Week Advent of Advent
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18 December 2015



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[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
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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



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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

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4 December 2014

Monday WRites 112

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REFLECTION
From the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure.

REFLECTION © gillena cox 2008
[first published at poemhunter dot com]

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