SUFFRAGE
Pins and needles, hat box glove
She speaks her language, as she knows how
But give her the right, her finger to stain
A much better balance now sustains
SUFFRAGE © gillena cox 2016
Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage, the right to vote
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
255
[image from google dot com]
SUFFRAGE
Pins and needles, hat box glove
She speaks her language, as she knows how
But give her the right, her finger to stain
A much better balance now sustains
SUFFRAGE © gillena cox 2016
Written for
Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage, the right to vote
SUFFRAGE
Pins and needles, hat box glove
She speaks her language, as she knows how
But give her the right, her finger to stain
A much better balance now sustains
SUFFRAGE © gillena cox 2016
Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage, the right to vote
Monday, July 18, 2016
Monday WRites 66
[image from google dot com]
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE
A bird fluttered by my window pane
I swear confusion was his game
His beak poor he banged
Whilst no song he sang
And then in frustration was off again
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE © gillena cox 2016
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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 #66, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
GRAB MY BUTTON
AND
The Tuesday Platform
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A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE
A bird fluttered by my window pane
I swear confusion was his game
His beak poor he banged
Whilst no song he sang
And then in frustration was off again
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE © gillena cox 2016
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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 #66, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
AND
The Tuesday Platform
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Saturday, July 16, 2016
253
This is a 1993 photo ( me in a hand-printed batik outfit) taken in the St Georges Grenada, market. Two places i always would go when i visited Grenada, were Grand Anse Beach and The Market in St Georges. The energy in the market is vivid and alluring and as a tourist, the prices were always special, not higher , lower for the island spices which i luv. I always bought my mother a swizzle stick, which they make from a tree folks call Swizzle Stick Tree(don't know if that is the scientific name for the tree)
cinnamon and clove
to this new millenium -
their scents follow me
© gillena cox 2016
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['Blue Calm Painting by Caroline Philp ' from google dot com]
It was from a little brook
To ponder this pebble I took
Smooth as glass
A wee tiny mass
That so many others forsook
© gillena cox 2016
Weekend Mini Challenge - In the Market for Poems
AND
Sunday's mini Challenge Shallows, deeply
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Wednesday, July 13, 2016
252
[image from google dot com]
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
Friday, July 8, 2016
251
['White Tango' image from google dot com]
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]
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, July 4, 2016
Monday WRites 65
[image from google dot com]
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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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 #65, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
AND
The Tuesday Platform
❧✿❧
Sunday, July 3, 2016
249
[image courtesy Imaginary Garden With Real Toads]
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
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