Friday, June 5, 2015

83

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FLOWER PETALS
Fallen petals
Carpets of words to describe
Wind’s fandangle
With ceremonial pomp to flights
Fantasy and fanciful streams
Colour the poet’s strands
Of ink filled quills
Spewing pinks, whites, purples
Words, phrases, word-phrases
Fallen petals
© gillena cox 2015



Written for the prompt
Bits Of Inspiration ~ Floral Explosion
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

82

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SUSTAINABILITY
It’s not just about today, tomorrow counts for sure;
One billion, two billion, how many of us will survive;
Should we continue thus to wage war?
Who will plant the trees in which our forests thrive?
Are we that selfish, not to taste the reward
To the lips of our children, yet to be born, to suckle
Their worth, in dynamic faith of future accord;
Oh but we must, we must learn peace the art of cuddle
Right here where goodness was wrought
© gillena cox 2015




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Sustainability

Monday, June 1, 2015

Monday WRites 14

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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 #14, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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SOLITUDE
Here, deep within the depths of my solitude,
When neither nature or reality seem able to wander;
Trapped and snared, are the hours of souls to intrude;
Dare i though, neither to hear, listen, or even to ponder;
I choose to taste the sweet depths of my solitude;
Licking the sweet treacle of alone-ness, here now to savour;
In ones and twos, three and fours, if ever a number to conclude;
The count of colourful bracts, on a sun filled day, so clever
In windswept passions, thoughts journey, far out to quietude
To galaxies, already set and waiting a manifestation; i waver
Not, in self swooned loneliness, deep the depths of my solitude.
© gillena cox





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Will link this to this week's Tuesday Platform open mic at
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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

80


see also 'Home Alone' a 'Watergrass haiga' 2008 here


WATER GRASS
The sky is blue, filled with morning cloud;
The little girl, must go to the grassy mound;
Passing about four houses, from her home;
Pull out the watergrass, whose flowers are blue;
Blue flowers, like cloud and sky, a delight to her;
The chickens, however, love to eat the green leaves;
That is why, her father, sends her to fetch some;

The sky is blue, filled with morning cloud;
The woman is old, yet, sky is azure as before;
She delights in taking photos, of all the weeds;
Some are red, some are white, and yes, some blue;
Blue, and growing wild and free, like on the mound;
Only now, she leaves them be, there are no chickens;
She had left that old homestead, years, years ago.
© gillena cox



Commelina
Here in Trinidad and Tobago we say 'watergrass'; it is also known as Asiatic Day flower
...In China it is used as a medicinal herb with febrifugal, antipyretic, anti-inflammatory, and diuretic effects. Additionally, it is also used for treating sore throats and tonsillitis. Recent pharmacological investigations have revealed that the Asiatic dayflower contains at least five active compounds. One of these, p-hydroxycinnamic acid, shows antibacterial activity, while another, D-mannitol, has an antitussive effect. In China and India the plant is also used as a vegetable and fodder crop...



Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/Weediness

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

79

image- Still Life with a Hat, an Umbrella, and a Bag. John Frederick Peto - courtesy Magpie Tales


THE COTTAGE
She was tired of littered streets
Careless wanton disrespect deletes
Rewards left at sunset’s presentation
Muck and grime scenario revelation

Trudging through bones of discontent
Tiredness a shawl of ragged lament
Bore down her soul crossing that bridge
‘Tween toil and evening’s destined cottage

The solace of humbleness awaits
With fine face and tidy debates
Of cobbler, soup and bread, or fruit and cheese
& cheery old aunt; purse hat & brollie release
© gillena cox

written in response to the photo prompt The Mag 271


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Monday, May 25, 2015

Monday WRites #13

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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 #13; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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CREATION SONG 1
What brush daubs morning
Splendor of bird songs
Whose at the tip of sky-grey yawning

Breath awakened the night longs
To go in concealment

What wonders bring you daylight
To steer a course of puzzlement
Do you have that right

Lo! the fullness of day no one
Dares claim for his own
© gillena cox 2015





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Thursday, May 21, 2015

77

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THE CATERER SAYS...

Wine
full dry white fruity
curing bottling chilling tasting
Ice bucket corkscrew cocktail evening supper
driving entering asking directing nodding
cheddary sharp tangy salty
Cheese

THE CATERER SAYS - a diamante poem
© gillena cox 2015





Written for the prompt by Fireblossom
Fireblossom Friday: Recipe For....Poetry
Challenge:poems which include a list of some kind
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