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A JANUARY NOTE
Paper calendars, of pictures pretty,
Pinned to spaces, on the walls,
Be they wooden or be they walled;

Unblemished fruit and vegetables,
Sunsets and sunrises in radiant hue,
Quotes of inspiration, quaint and wise

Shape of moon, and festivals tide
Adding decor to count of days
A JANUARY NOTE © gillena cox 2017

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CURTSY
It was dark enough to hear the clip clop of horses
Creeping into my night-stroked heart;

How could he?
Oh cruel fate!

I wore my petticoats, layer upon layer,
Saving myself for him alone;

Yet now, the ladies at the ballroom huddle
Together, whispering about
His new conquest, curtained, with rouged cheeks
In back of the hansom.
CURTSY © gillena cox 2017


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Fireblossom Friday:

Escape To The Past

lyrics in English

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WORDS WORDS WORDS
Dictionary ponderings -
Next to adulting, juxtapose purposing;
All words you might say,
But, what about
His command;
Let there be...
And so it is.
WORDS WORDS WORDS © gillena cox 2017



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FIRST THINGS FIRST
When first i stared under the microscope,
Wonder of wonders, there loomed the hope,
In tiny things, fairy tales,
The invisibles, became real;
Laid out bare, in high school kaleidoscope.
FIRST THINGS FIRST © gillena cox 2017

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[Mark Webster - Abstract Geometric Futurist Mountain River Landscape Oil Painting
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GLASS CLIFF A MANTRA
The mountain loomed, huge in fantasy;
Real cartoon-shaped clouds just hung there;
Neither sitting or shifting;
Far away, above them all, were the frozen dreams,
Of a storybook girl;
She had to climb that mountain,
She had to reclaim them,
For had she not dreamed,
They would not have sprouted nylon wings,
Whereupon sunlight glinted, if they stayed within reach;
Glass cliff, she whispered, glass cliff, she chanted,
Glass cliff she shouted,
And in a magical, mystical moment
She scaled that mountain, with her hair pulled back in a bun,
Straight to the topmost shelf;
Stretched out her hand, and grabbed her volant prize
GLASS CLIFF A MANTRA © gillena cox

Written for

Words Count With Mama Zen
Challenged by Mama Zen to write a poem using using at least one of The Oxford Dictionaries 'words of the year' 2016 short list given

Sorry i went a little over the (70 words count)

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SEASONS GREETINGS
Smothered in star-shine, i refuse to
Shake off the Christmas hype;
Slowly, i sink back into childhood days of
Santa; alleged fat guy in red suit going on
Sleigh rides, all over the globe;
Stopping at chimney-ed houses,
Stuffing stockings, unseen by circles of
Singing carolers; tis a
Season studded with Joy;
So what of houses without chimneys?
Santa!!!
Seasons greetings to all.
SEASONS GREETINGS © gillena cox 2016

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MERRY CHRISTMAS




COLLABORATING FOR CHRISTMAS
It was the day before Christmas, he was hungry, mighty hungry,
He stalked the pantry, the cupboards were empty,
He didn't want to sleep, he was too hungry for that
Guess what, no, not guest what? Guess what???

Shhhhhhhh!!!
The last festival he had eaten was, Halloween
No, not the last time he had eaten, the last festival!!!

For he was, The Eater Of Great Joy
But that, could never satisfy him.
Shudder, shudder!!!

He had heard about Santa.
He had heard about A Star.
Maybe he’s the magi
who never crossed the desert.

He felt so alone, so left back.
He waddled to the window,
For he thought he heard a flash
He opened his hungry mouth to taste stardust
Then he burped, and out flew Halloween
Spinning in reverse back to October.

Miracle of miracles, he felt his body shinning
He heard angels singing
He smelt a man in a red suit offering
Milk and cookies to him

Milk and cookies!!! are these eat-ables?
Yes! answered the dear old man and vanished
With a Ho Ho Ho

COLLABORATING FOR CHRISTMAS © gillena cox 2016

I am the prompter today at

We are collaborating for Christmas
In the above poem I have included two lines from Björn Rudberg
"Maybe he’s the magi
who never crossed the desert".