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STAYING AFLOAT
There's a hole in the wall for peeking
At life as it passes by
Some days there be sunshine and roses
Caterpillars looping by
Some days the rainbows fit small puddles
Where paper boats saileth by
After the clouds have had a good cry
Butterflies venture to fly
STAYING AFLOAT © gillena cox 2017



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Walls prompted by Marian





Revisit
...Ants busy along a wall
...mocking bird on the wall
... patterns on the wall

Monday WRites 95

HEAT OF ROSEBUDS
Let strands of night in somber tones
Where want of cup and harried lore
Forbid they were two 💕 hearts enshrined
And lust laid pon the altar bare
Bearing blossom sweet of night stalk
Candied kisses did fine procure
Oft wandered and now enlivened
Deed of satiety thus adorned
For rosebuds red and stations bare
Though threadbare hope to union one
Tis fabric weaved to moon dust song
Rhythm of stars 🌟 did pledge anon.
HEAT OF ROSEBUDS © gillena cox 2017

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DRIFTWOOD
Big brother can envision blood of hopelessness
Tempest brews in coffee mug
Only cause its still morning, not yet noon
When shadows line up something gets lost
Can self be found in pouting lips of curls and whey
Man Friday, Man Friday, where art thou
Lost voices cry, in sand, of beach,
Like wilted discoverers
DRIFTWOOD © gillena cox 2017

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Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry O'Connor : to Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS. We were also given the optional plus to use words and phrases from the novel 1984 by George Orwell.






English translation of the song HERE

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ALL FOR NOUGHT
Possessions
I have not beauty of stars,
Nor rhythm of oceans deep;
I lack the nectar of a dewy dawn,
No whistles to throttle a chime;
No salt to shed a sorrow borne,
I'm void of sunny winds,
Without a halo and absent of colour;
What jewel dazzles a rainy day?
No muse to reply in rainbows

II
Nadir
A dragon grins in skins of
Fiery wealth, stolen from souls,
Of blind sight, where opened stones,
Wide in galactic expanses, shatter
The magnitude of eons,
Waiting forever, in blank canvases,
From whose words doth jingle warbles,
To strand hairs of maidens gold,
In towers atop metrical, molds of clay

III
Bird song
Shape thee message of morning,
Holding by your quill a word,
Small and round,
Where completion folds away,
The carpet if night existed;
Fly by magicians!
They have missed the moon,
Targeted in love tantrums;
Too many robes drape them.
ALL FOR NOUGHT © gillena cox 2017


Process Note: ALL FOR NOUGHT, i finished today, a poem i have been working on for a while, After reading the bards That Sanaa have listed for us today, i think it come closest to William Wordsworth - The Table Turned So i'm launching into battle! with the bard, William Wordsworth.


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Prompt Nights
Writing is both mask and unveiling. (Battle of the Bards) – [40]




song lyrics in English HERE

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GARDEN MORPHS
Not a butterfly in sight,
Light touch of kisses, morning brings,
Are clouds, from orange to gold tinged;
Then silver laced these clouds settle,
And merge over silence of
Caterpillars, chomping green leaves
Of Plumeria.
Their striped pyjamas a signal to
Impending dreams, how they loop and crawl,
As a feast they eat, to new life;
Then, one day, when all the leaves are gone,
So are they;
But, at the same time, tiny fingers of bananas,
Peep through covers of infloresence,
There to grow, day by day, into a bunch.
GARDEN MORPHS © gillena cox 2017


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Fireblossom Friday:
Looking Beyond The Obvious

Monday WRites 94

SHIFTING HUES
The clouds are tinted, salmon hues,
The coolness of morning, stroking leaves,
Then, the invisible paint brush, washes
Over the clouds, once more;
Now, there are silver white clouds,
And the mocking bird, on the wall,
Hops a dance of, wing flap wing fold;
To complement, the tones of transfers,
And then, the racous call of the grackel,
Be alert, for throughout the day,
Subtle changes are happening;
Then, all vanishes, into the sleep of night,
Where dreams, can be painted,
To colour, yet another day.
SHIFTING HUES © gillena cox 2017

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TIME WRITTEN IN SAND
At center, core place of wisdom,
Where seateth cadi and conspirator,
Life thrums cords, to flow streams
Of tiny worlds in suspension

Monuments dissipate, age upon age
In snail like pace, beneath stunning sun
And whispering moon unheard;
Simple sacrifices to unsuitable deity

Its much more complicated, dare to say
When ceremonious juggle of bone,
And grit, wager for satiety, at the cost
Of barriers and borders embroidered.
TIME WRITTEN IN SAND © gillena cox 2017


Revisit
27th January 2015
27th January 2016


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Get Listed!
Titles inspired by the poetic words of William Butler Yeats has in turn inspired Kerry to present us with 2 lists of words. We were challenged: Use a minimum of THREE words (or derivatives) in a new poem on a subject of your choice. Additionally, you may choose further words from these two sources.