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Peacock photo from my visit to The Wild Fowl Trust, Point a Pierre, Trinidad in March 2012

CRUNCH COLOUR AND LACE
In a crunch of dried leaves he stood there looking at us
A group of curious passersby wearing the click
On our cell phones

I wonder if his plumes are wide open today displaying
The arrogance of a male Narcissus carrying
His colours in radiance

Maybe he will give his white queen some of his plumage
To paints her sons dazzling jewels in the sunny roost, maybe
White lace if daughters
© gillena cox 2015



Written for Kerry's Play It Again Toads #23
i choose Brudberg's Time Travel

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image from google dot com



PLEA SE
War and strife
(echo) life
Peace and love
(echo) dove
Is this to much to ask
(echo) task
We are stewards, custodians are we
(echo) be
Our beautiful jewel blue
(echo) clue
Weeps oh so for harmony
(echo) see
How the stars twinkle in their order
(echo) duh
A supernova lights our days
(echo) rays
Radiating for each and every one
(echo) none
Only the blind cannot yet see
(echo) mercy
Love is the answer so let it be
(echo) plea
PLEA SE © gillena cox


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Mercy

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image from google dot com


THANKFUL
thankful
eyelids flutter,
to scoops of morning glare;
where sweetly, birds on wing, twitter
their prayer.
THANKFUL © gillena cox 2015




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WANTON DESTRUCTION SPELLS GRIEF

A learning curve to selfish squander
Cravings and covetousness
Hair grown silver
Dyed golden strands of wrath
Tresses of Rapunzel
Let glory down the chapel stairs one step at a time
Rosary beads, hail the peace of a planet
Dwindling blue in blessedness
Aching in love less ness
Harsh unyielding meals of bombs fried
While sticking devilish forkfuls
Of anguish into the throats of
Screams in no way theatrical
In every way real
© gillena cox 2015

[deepest condolences to the people of Paris and of France. In the wake of these terrible attacks]

Written for Weekend Mini Challenge- Blocking Writer's Block

The Challenge: write for seven minutes uninterrupted. At the end of 7 minutes, Then take that piece or take the place you are in and and use it as a springboard for your poem.

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animation from google dot com


BLUE MORPHO
With the silent passing of the waters
A blue morpho, flits across to a leaf

The river meandering around huge rocks

There are children, clad in bathing suits
Swirling the water, testing first, with their toes
BLUE MORPHO © gillena cox 2015



Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ River

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Today's image, a photo of my pillow pal
Leo the lion cub.


FLIPPED PAGES
In the lady's garden the elephant eats cabbages,
There among the tomatoes are also some radishes
He stops and he smiles
When his vet comes by
Fetching his naughty behind to bread and circuses
FLIPPED PAGES © gillena cox

Written for The Tuesday Platform

# The Cambridge Dictionaries Online defines the phrase 'bread and circuses' as ​activities or ​official ​plans that are ​intended to ​keep ​people ​happy and to ​stop them from ​noticing or ​complaining about ​problems.
I used the phrase in this poem, pun intended.
I am presently reading with my book club, Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen.
FLIPPED PAGES, comments on a funny scene from the book
Although The Tuesday Platform is open mic,
Marian's introduction influenced my poem today.

Monday WRites 37

Divali animation from google.com


DIVALI LIGHTS
Tall and sturdy, the bamboo yields
To the cutter’s whims, at the festival of lights
The potter’s hands stand their pride
These lamps hold the flame, at the festival of lights
Notched in the bamboo’s knots
Tiny deyas sit their places, at the festival of lights
A slightest breeze, blows in the shadows
Flicker and dance, flames, at the festival of lights
For Sita and Ram, for love and life
Peace and harmony sings, at the festival of lights
DIVALI LIGHTS © gillena cox 2015

Divali lights on the street where i live; 2007




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