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MAKING NURSERY RHYMES [1] ABSENCE
She coughs into the silence
Does anyone hear
Neither mouse nor roach
To cuddle her near

Her kitchen she had cleaned
With soap and gleam
Her memories in mobiles
Dangle from a beam
MAKING NURSERY RHYMES [1] ABSENCE © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Absence

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TWO HEARTS BEAT
The moon dripped nectar, and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future, where the dance never stops.
I remember our song, tapping on our shoulders, saying.
Hey I'm yours. Cherish me, autograph me, preserve me.
For I know your hearts carry a space where I fit
Snugly.
That night, the moon dripped nectar, and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future, tripping the path of every thing lasting.
Sprinkling stardust.
Leaving a trail of follow the melody.
Come catch this moon as she rides the night on crotchets and quavers to where words weave
Magic.
I hear the music.
The words are now a whisper, clear as rising dawn
Soft as dew on petals dropped.
Tangy as orange peel in a zesty broth of love stew.
Wafting a steam so enticing, the moon dripped nectar,
and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future
TWO HEARTS BEAT © gillena cox 2016






Written for
Prompt Nights – Dancing is like dreaming with your feet – [21]

Monday WRites 65

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THE OUTDOOR PICNIC
They tell me of the outdoor picnic
On the green grass in summer sun
Sounds wonderful i have to admit
Friends, neighbours and families group
Freedom celebrates the outdoor picnic
Wearing her colours of red white and blue
Yes folks; i can surely picture it
Night sky comes alive in a different way
Bursts of amazement fireworks predict
Their hearts to honour the fallen braves
In showers of peace at the outdoor picnic
THE OUTDOOR PICNIC © gillena cox 2016

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Form - The FOLD


Liberty is the breath of life to nations.
~ George Bernard Shaw


Happy Independence
to all my USA friends visiting ‘verses’ today

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BRAVE MEN'S BONES
Insatiable Mistress War
She basks in the interlude of strife
She paints her rouge of dead men's blood
And fancies her nails from his bones

Stalking the shadows of discord
Wrenching in anorexic pangs of hate
Seducing with her hips of disagreement
Watch how we bow now to brave men’s souls

And peace genuflects
BRAVE MEN'S BONES © gillena cox 2016


Written for Flash 55 Kerry' prompt at

Monday WRites 64

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GRAYSCALED HOURS
What bird is this sounding in the dawn hours
Tick tock, tick tock, a metronome to savour so
Incoming newness with footsteps tread such power
Grayscale brings in, staggered reflection, deep
And the clock too, is sounding in the dawn hours
Marking time on the eyelids of morning, gently
And what of the moon? is she strawberry colour
Or has she lost her blush to time's serious glare
Will anything choose to be rigid in chaos so dour
With regret disturb fine thoughts of poetic rays
Still questioning a sounding in the dawn hours
GRAYSCALED HOURS © gillena cox 2016

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Form - The FOLD



I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today Ken Wilber



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).
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AMATEURS CROSSING THE WATERS
“Look a baby turtle”; we cranes our necks, to catch a glimpse
The pirouge plunges through the great waters
In our quest to get to another, having left one island
Islands all our own, the largest we call
Trinidad and Tobago
We are sailing, where pirates once plundered
Where pioneers once dreamed of golden cities
Where Crusoe crossed, shipwrecked, to meet his Man Friday
Where Shakespeare summoned his Caliban and tempestuous waters
We are sailing under guided hands
Azure skies, with whispered prayers in daring hearts
For we are merely amateurs
Neither Mermaids, Sirens, or Sylphs
AMATEURS CROSSING THE WATERS © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Chacachacare Saturday


I am the prompter today at 'imaginary garden with real toads' visit to see the responses to this prompt


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Don't leave before listening to this Trinidad Calypso 'If Trinidad is a Boat'

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BUTTERFLY PAUSE FOR CONTEMPLATION
A butterfly skips through my backyard,
The overgrown grass is a result of rainy days,
The butterfly greets, flower after flower;
A pause for contemplation;
On he who dares and fulfill a life's dream;
In the light of morning and the damp of dew.
Things seem to be clear as the certainty
Of a day, already ongoing,
Ah yes. some things are for sure
A result of that certainty;
Take for example a young boxer,
Beautiful, and light on his flying feet,
With the sting of a thousand bees in his fists;
Floats out of his garden awhile in contemplation;
And then the end comes, he had to leave us.
BUTTERFLY PAUSE FOR CONTEMPLATION © gillena cox 2016


Written for
The Tuesday Platform


Kerry O'Connor Challenge: Do you have any words written on the passing of Muhammad Ali, which you would like to share today?