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[kiskadee from google dot com]
KISKADEE
Kiskadee kis kis kadee
you sing your syllables
a morning tune for free
another of life's miracles

someone notes your calling
and ponders, this be poem
the art of some installing
word craft, a worthy totem.
KISKADEE © gillena cox 2017

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Weekend Mini Challenge: Thought Animals
Today Kim has challenged us - Today’s challenge is to choose an animal, any animal you like, and turn it into a poem about a poem, writing in quatrains and following as closely as you can the process of writing a poem.

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Kiskadee Call from Environment & Natural Resources on Vimeo.

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TWO SPIDER LILIES
two spider lilies greet my morning footsteps
with smiles as slim as slices of day moon

sincere silence of a kiskadee adds witness
white banded head, beak closed in observance

knowing streaks of gratitude radiate sunbeams
for are not lilies happy of this timely flirt?
TWO SPIDER LILIES © gillena cox 2017


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Carpe Diem
#1176 Theme Week Hafiz (2) lover

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Revisit

21 March 2016
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YES (✿◠‿◠) The Spider Lilies are from my garden this morning

Monday WRites 100

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LENT
Lord Jesus, you died for us;
bEfore you gave up your divine self,
to Newness in your resurrected self,
you Turned to heaven, and forgave us.
LENT © gillena cox 2008 [first published at Wordchimes]

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MATTIE
she's on that darn bicycle again
this time she wears a purple hat

a purple lace fascinator droops
over her determined charcoal face

a charcoal face with lion-green eyes
her gold bracelet glistens the sunlight

the gold bracelet her daddy gave her
gifted to her on her fifteenth birthday

an inscribed gift, branding, ownership tag
like they did at the slave auction long ago

today she was determined
she would raise that fascinator

look upon his closed lion-green eyes one last time
and whisper, "daddy, i too, am your daughter".
MATTIE © gillena cox 2017

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BUTTERCUPS
sunshine
what do i do
with your lustre today?
paint buttercups furled in bouquet
yellow
BUTTERCUPS © gillena cox 2017

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Monday WRites 99

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PORTION AND CUP
You are my portion, you are my cup;
My life sustains only because of you;
Words from your fountain streams to sup;
You are my portion, you are my cup;
He, whom sent, his cross did take up;
Buying back life as fresh morning dew
You are my portion, you are my cup;
My life sustains only because of you.
PORTION AND CUP © gillena cox 2013
[first published at Wordchimes]

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[Tiger Orchid - image from google dot com]

EVER WONDERED HOW THE FIRST ORCHID GOT THERE...JUST SAYING
When the salt torched her skin, she shrieked like ten thousand banshees bumping into age-old trees in the jungle. They has banished her to the heart of the jungle, calling her a witch. Only because the King (i don't remember his name now) loved her so much. She was the most beautiful woman in her tribe. (i dont rightly remember the name of her tribe now either)

She knew then for sure, they didn't want her around anymore. Her pride was hurt, and her heart was beating lapses of lemons. Not even Anancy in all his trickery mastery, could revenge her, she thought. So she withered, right there in the jungle.

When next they passed by, every one stopped to look at her, she was so beautiful. Her mouth still open from her dead lips screaming. Her petals speckled from their wicked salting.
But how did she get here? They mused with their mighty minds and called her epiphyte.
MAKING MYTHS[3] EVER WONDERED HOW THE FIRST ORCHID GOT THERE...JUST SAYING © gillena cox 2017


epiphyte - A plant, such as a tropical orchid or a staghorn fern, that grows on another plant upon which it depends for mechanical support but not for nutrients. Also called aerophyte, air plant.

Today Magaly gave us a list of really really funny titles, and asked us to be inspired to write a poem or story after choosing one from her given list. I chose: #12. People Who Don’t Know They’re Dead: How They Attach Themselves
to Unsuspecting Bystanders and What to Do About It, by Gary Leon Hill

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(Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

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Revisit
11 March 2015
11 March 2016