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OOMPALAPILLAR
How many legs has an oompalapillar,
More, much more than a caterpillar;
The first one’s to admire,
The second one follows to require,
An answer, what is? an oompalapillar.
© gillena cox ( for my grand-daughter Zuri )


oompalapillar - a word i created just for this poem








Written for
Poems In April DAY TWENTY THREE Last legs

CHALLENGE: How about a poem about legs? Yours or anyone else’s. Including any other creature.

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LOVE...
....
..........AWRY


I love you you are my love
Rolls easily off my tongue
Suffice to say a starry night
Twinkles surely just for us right
If we are together the world
Is in magnificence a right fold
The universe is a peaceful place
How then this restlessness of my soul
Perchance to dream only of old
For light passes in fragile handfuls
And measures all for nought-fuls
Now there is only emptiness emptiness
Emptiness the source of sweet succor
And bitter is the taste of that sauce
© gillena cox



i tried to write a sonnet folks

Blog hopping today at
Poems In April DAY TWENTY TWO The perfect love poem

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BEAUTIFUL PLANET BLUE
When the clouds dim, listening to the sound of the sea
And the music they hear from the bones of pirate’s plunder
Lure them to sweet sad teardrops, rolling down the mountain
A slide of mourning left to wanton despair soaks the apex
Which only sky sees
These sweet sad teardrops, loll down the sides returning
To the source of grief where sunken treasure sparkle
In mermaid’s eyes, yet Neptune will have none of earthly trash
The wealth of the ocean realm suffices abundantly his domain
He need ask for nothing more
Yet the blood of warriors seep way way beneath to chariots sunken
And missiles caught, in the trap of lascivious greed and mortification
Wend their wary way, to rest at pillows of seabed fathoms deep
Though the wealth of the realm enriched in its own prosperity
Ask for nothing more
Nothing more, than the care and the peace, of a planet blue, where
One moon outshines the darkness that night wears as its cloak
Wrapped tightly to fit the behoves of sultry tempests beneath, below
The angry sea gulps it all: hate, anger, greed, spewed forth
From the beautiful beautiful planet blue
© gillena cox


Blog hopping today at
Poems In April DAY TWENTY ONE no prompt given

Monday WRites 8

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 #8; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ my poem today is an quote acrostic ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

IXORA
right outside my front door, they bloom;
this simple joy of yellow, like tiny umbrellas,
bunched together, to shelter fairies from
rainstorms of the tiniest hearts; and alas,
and this is true, the never ever sleep;

they yield to the wind, letting go of sisters,
causing any sweeper, to sweep and sweep;
you'll never have guessed the named, ixoras,
claim of God's eyes, ever opened;
until that time when the wind says felled
© gillena cox




Ixoras come in different colours: white, pink, red orange and i feel certain other colours i've not yet seen.


This is the day that the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
--Psalm 118:24 [English Standard Version (ESV)]

I never knew and always wanted to know the meaning of my name, GILLENA; i was told as a child it was chosen by my Godmother, whom i never knew. Then later in life already in my fifties while doing contract work as a cataloger i came across a book of baby names, and there it was. I did further research in library books of names and came upon a listing which said it goes way back to the Hebrew Culture and its meaning - JOYFUL. I was pleased with this bit of research, for i think even when i'm sad i yearn for the joy of the day.

GRAB MY BUTTON
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Written for the prompt today from Björn Rudberg at
Poems In April DAY TWENTY - What's your name
CHALLENGE: Take your name and use it’s meaning to create a poem. If you do not know the meaning of your name, you might find this useful. If you have a nom de plume, or prefer for various reasons to hide your name in a riddle. The prompt is wide-open and you can use any form or metaphor to write your poem today.

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“Live Long and Prosper”
― Leonard Nimoy


Live this new day, and another, for yet more life awaits
Long strides of hope to trek the mountains encountered
And prosper in love and kindness on this beautiful planet

Live long for life is more precious than yearning
And converse in a stewardship of continuity ever
Prosper the care that receiving such a bounty warrants

Live long live strong for the voluminous winds of tomorrow
And in the striving and the giving, there amass the gold to
Prosper the soul of eternity where galaxies whirl through time

Live to breathe the soul's purpose of fanning glories
Long recorded in the mind of history even before becoming
And prosper in the lifelong toil of twinkling just star-like
© gillena cox






Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY EIGHTEEN The Legacies of Nimoy & Pratchett
CHALLENGE: from today's prompt,to read selection of the quoted words of either man, until you find the one that inspires you to write an original poem.

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MOSIAC EGG
Words, a poem to speak in tomes;
Adventure assail, galaxies a gazillion totalled,
Over the waves of petulance into the nights,
Of glowing moons, luminescent in star gazes;

Witch-hy brooms, shadowed in full orbs,
Of seasons counted, over courted dark;
Bejeweled fantasies, to craft phantoms,
Sing the songs, of sirens wanton, sylphs pen;

Penchant creating, sustained of melancholy,
Life force cracks the cave of freedom's boom;
Oh now many, many ages, generate the art
Of colour to daylight, enhancing breath of being
Whorls and seasons, time compassing, life
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY SIXTEEN What's Your Vision?
For today's prompt, I ask you to consider visionary art. Visionary art, as defined for the purposes of the American Visionary Art Museum is "art produced by self-taught individuals, usually without formal training, whose works arise from an innate personal vision that revels foremost in the creative act itself." Visionary artists are moved by "an inner voice" that compels them to create. The artist himself or herself may not even consider their work as art
CHALLENGE: I've posted some photos (not mine) of various works at AVAM. Let them speak to you and then choose one or more to compose a new poem. Your poem may be about the art itself or about feelings/thoughts/memories/stories the art inspires. It's wide open. Let your inner voice express itself!

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THE FOLLY WHICH DESPAIR BUILT
He built his mansions,
By the light of a thousand suns;
His work done, he sighed aloud;
He, resting now on a cloud;

He’s looking down, "i see you guys";
There are the turtles, under my skies;
Still homelessness wears cardboards;
Aye aye ye captains sitting starboard;

LOL, the folly of despair, laughter cannot bear.
© gillena cox




Written for
Poems In April POEM OF DAY FIFTEEN History Is Twistery: The Folly

Wikipedia defines it as "...a building constructed primarily for decoration, but either suggesting through its appearance some other purpose, or merely appearing to be so extravagant that it transcends the normal range of garden ornaments or the class of building to which it belongs."
THE CHALLENGE:...to build a Folly