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Dear Sanaa wishing you a wonderful year as you curve into your 2016 birthday


MANGER
My wish for you a manger
To there wise men are visitor
And kings will bow at your feet
Bringing gifts and treats sweet

My wish for you a manger
For over you dear ever
A brightest star to shine
Swaddling warmth be thine

My wish for you a manger
For humble though your shelter
Your honour that of majesty
And in communion of harmony

My wish for you a manger
For there you'll find a saviour
Divine love to bless and keep you
Forever a friend you'll have too
MANGER © gillena cox 2016


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Prompt Nights – Round hour of dawning blush, come blow me a Wish – Birthday Special

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OFF HER SHOES
She bounces into grama's house
A little girl of four
To grama's room she enters
Through the open door

With stories to tell of school and more
Of shadows, moon, planets and such

Sometimes she wears jeans and tees
Sometimes a skirt and matching top
Sometimes her hair's pinned up in clips
Always though she wears a smile

If at all she is a fairy butterfly
Her shoes she removes before her wings
OFF HER SHOES © gillena cox 2016

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Bits Of Inspiration ~ Shoes
prompted by Susie Clevenger

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WINGING IT
I
Many days, it's about the shape of leaves
For the flowers drop, rain-beaten,
And the moon, given to constrictions,
Might be somewhat swollen, still,
Yet not fully.

II
Then, there are those days,
Light as cotton candy, in cotton candy hues;
Soft pale pinks, blues and warm frothy whites,
Like milk;
Nourishment from the Gods.

III
The giant bird of steel and drones,
Lands on the runway,
You board, since your ticket is valid;
Your passport bears the stamp of traveller,
And reeks of reality.

IV
Sorted near the window,
You look, only longingly,
Still, those clouds you love so much,
Diaphanous as dreams, are,
Yet far away.
WINGING IT © gillena cox 2016


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Mid week motif ~ Aviation
Susan prompting today also reminds us that today December 7th is International Civil Aviation Day

Monday WRites 86

image found through a google search at INNU

DIVINE FEMININE
A jewel, a feminine essence
Skillfully chosen, a vessel of honour
Mary, eternal mother
A heart, where only love resides
In a tender merciful mysterious design.
DIVINE FEMININE © 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 #86, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Linking to
Recuerda Mi Corazon
12 Days of Mary Love, Day 5


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Tuesday Platform

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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” – Lewis Carroll

WINTER WONDROUS WARMTH
Twas such a wondrous time of sleep
Earth her blankets, white in heap
And when the night encroached on day
There lay he asleep, warm in the hay

Twas songs of angels, with riotous joy
Told everyone of, this darling little boy
Wise Kings three, and shepherds, went there
To wish him welcome, from far and from near.
WINTER WONDROUS WARMTH © gillena cox 2016

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Prompt Nights
Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]

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[video of choice today]

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AND THE NEXT
Dreams are places waiting to explore,
Vast expansions of borders shifting
Shifting what never existed, only what is
For certain, a sphere, a realm remote

Reality becomes, on awakening,
That place to return to, only its not,
For where lies eternity, is where,
Crossroads of time would merge

Into a mist of hazy momentum, there,
Yielding walls, partition out evanescence
For surely, here time records breath
The next one, and the next, and awakening
AND THE NEXT © gillena cox 2016

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Out of Standard - Future/Tense

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[play doh art by Zuri & gramma Gillena Cox]

If we leave creation to the hands of a child, whorls of possibilities enfold, circles and swirls which life envisions, these are lines that can sparkle spiders, to the web of nursery rhymes, where juices and jelly beans are caught in the pattern to sunlight, crafting day to day additions to shapes and flavours, all of which are necessary to definitions of play and dough.

smiley faces -
just as wind lifts the curtain
one more dot added
© gillena cox 2016


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Tuesday Platform open mic