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LIVE LOVE PEACE
Where peace resides hide yourself,
Where dignity is displayed, show yourself
Where love echoes, lose yourself

What purpose is self if not to live

Where spirit glows, dim yourself
Where echoes sound, quiet yourself
Where kindness rules, calm yourself

What purpose is life if not to love
LIVE LOVE PEACE © gillena cox 2016

Written for Marian's The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 62

[Ghosts Of The Graveyard Mist
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GRAVEYARD RUN
There was a young man so love struck
The villagers swore he was moonstruck
Yet in the dead of night
He was seen to take flight
Through the graveyard like a lame duck
GRAVEYARD RUN © gillena cox 2016




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) ❧✿❧ When i read last Saturday's prompt over at the imaginary garden my mind went to
Dead Man's Chest (also known as Fifteen Men On The Dead Man's Chest or Derelict) a fictional sea song, originally from Robert Louis Stevenson's novel Treasure Island (1883). It was expanded in a poem, titled Derelict by Young E. Allison, published in the Louisville Courier-Journal in 1891. It has since been used in many later works of art in various forms.

In Treasure Island Stevenson only wrote the chorus, leaving the remainder of the song unwritten, and to the reader's imagination:

“ "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

Welcome to Monday WRites #62, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites






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So here i am in mode of Monday WRites and linking back to Magaly's prompt
Eerie Nursery Rhymes


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Dont leave before listening to Trinidadian Lord Kitchener(1922-2000) - Love In The Cemetary

Monday WRites 61

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THE CLOUDS BELOW ME
When i looked through the window
There they were, clouds below me
Diaphanous as wishes hidden in a rainbow
And moon dusted scrolls of poems birthing

First morning flight, with its sunlight
Warming no doubt, those hearts waiting
Anxious for returning ones, wonder might
Be held folded in scarves securing

Day moons, necessary to be visible
For stamp of morning, surely clouds
Have a mind of their own, in that skein
Sailing above or below us as they may
THE CLOUDS BELOW ME © gillena cox 2016




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 #61, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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Will link also to The Tuesday Platform - Open Mic

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THE PUPPETEER AND HIS DOLL
Quiet light
Weight of feathers fluffed
You twirled me on the dance floor
Over and over.
Restating my swinging hips, carefully
Chimed to your clever
Puppet strings.
Then drew teardrops
On my sweet face
This heart of passion and earnest
beat; sadly, crumbled, fallen,
You let go of the strings!
Once you rocked my world.
THE PUPPETEER AND HIS DOLL © gillena cox 2016



Written for Flash 55
Challenge: to write a poem in 55 words. For the OPTIONAL EXTRA part of this challenge... choose a line or two of one of the saddest songs ever written as inspiration for your piece. The quotation itself will not fall within the parameters of the 55 words. Feel free to select words from a song featured in the clip, or from a personal favourite of your own which did not make the list.

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STOP TO SMELL THE ROSES
Drink heartily, from azure: given smoothie
Breathing slowly, sigh; inhaling gratefully
Extend arms, yet to span, a tinted bounty
By strokes only of a master's, divine brush

Pause, to catch clouds, secretive; playing
Tag above so high, their angels in hiding
One might even see, heaven’s gate opening
Awestruck; linger long enough, in that hush.
STOP TO SMELL THE ROSES © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's prompt at Prompt Nights
Take time out and stop to smell the Roses – [17]

Monday WRites 60

Photo taken at The Indian Caribbean Museum; Waterloo, Trinidad; March 2012

DHOTIS AND ORHNIS
Fatel Razak rode the waves of hope and recovery
To sun baked days, in fields of King Sugar and Rum
Bare footed, bison and man, worked a path roughly
Strewn, with a music; orientally, ornately, flavoured
Yards of cloth carried waves of hope and recovery
Kholed eyes of women sought wrapped men in dhotis
Humbling themselves, to tread new mud, in a country
Squelched between their toes, their grip of a culture
Of homeland old, to eschew on the way to posterity
The rotis and chokas strengthened their tired bones
And daily they aspired on waves of hope and recovery
DHOTIS AND ORHNIS © gillena cox 2016

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1. Today is a holiday in Trinidad and Tobago
Happy Indian Arrival Day 2016
2. Fatel Razack was the first ship to bring indentured labourers from India to Trinidad
3. The dhoti Unstitched cloths, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist worn by men.
4. The Orhni A veil worn by women



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 #60, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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Will link also to The Tuesday Platform - Open Mic

Monday WRites 59

HIBISCUS
[version Sunday 29th May 2016]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
She however never ever, gets in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
And a house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind now, familiar, hedges with delight

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HIBISCUS
[version Monday WRites 59]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
But they never ever, get in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
A house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind, familiar, hedges with delight
HIBISCUS © gillena cox 2016



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Welcome to Monday WRites #59, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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Monday WRites 59; edited to link up to Bjorns prompt
The Butterfly Effect