Wordle 192

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With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox


Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 192

wordle 191

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Forever spinning on angels' trust,
Planets of our universe;
Earth, a beautiful blue jewel,
Glitters amongst the lot.

Spacecrafts carry our yearnings of,
New paths we hanker to tread;
For skeptics such is a lunatic endeavor.

But he is the loser, who refuses to dare,
Or to spread his wings, and thus to soar;
And tangle dreams in knots of despair.

But to say i can and then to dare,
To leave footsteps
In the ambiance of moon and time
Such is the journeyman's task
--gillena cox



Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 191

Wordle190

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Through the haze, his cape sustains a zephyr
The deranged whole-world ruler

Always he has a vision-less plan
Always his ultimate chains in the can

Reason he exchanges with greed
Might and lack of insight is his creed

Traipsing through ribbons of defeat
Ending always in a filet of garnished cheat

His cave enflamed in megalomaniac gusto
A strain of dark threats always follow

Its useless to feign interest
Such is our world, a mass anime fest
--gillena cox



Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 190


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