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[image from Pinterest]

BOOGEY
Classic boogey man
He's a - shaking
While you a - quaking

He's scary, he's formless
He waits for the night
To give you a big fright

He's the boogey man

There are shadows on the wall
He hides there after dark
He never goes to the park

Ever at home over your bed
That's where he likes to be
But him, you'll never see

Cause he's the boogey man

If your roof creaks
He'll sing along
He knows every song

When the shutters drop
At the loud clock tick tock
He's there to give a shock

Classic classic boogey man.
He's a formless belly full of sound
Ready to grind you to the ground
BOOGEY © gillena cox 2017

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Boogeyman
Rommy would like us to contemplate - the idea of the childhood boogeyman

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[a Pinterest image]

A GRAIN OF SAND
Such are stars, to numbers cling,
But grains of sand to futility;

Fireworks explode in colours bring,
Feet, imprint on beach tranquility;

Cupped ocean, in a seashell will sing,
Meandering sands, skirt tides agility;

Oh thou creation, by word thus to spring,
Sand, lend dreams and castles possibility.
A GRAIN OF SAND © gillena cox 2017

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Midweek Motif
A grain of Sand, prompted by Sumana

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Revisit
28 April 2015

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Folks, I must be some kind of Sand Nut; here's more sand - read more
desert sand
Time Written In Sand
wet hot sand
barefooted sand
hot sand
sand between our toes
voices cry, in sand
along the sand
wet sand
fallow sand


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But there's no sand in the music, still, Enjoy!!!

Monday WRites 105

[photos in this Mosiac: 1.Variegated leaves of Peacock Ginger Plant in my garden// 2.Peacocks and hens 3.Peacock at Wildfowl Trust, Point a Pierre Trinidad]

PEACOCK
Pretty pretty bird
Of you so much i had heard

Now we stare and stare
Still you only hold dear

To your garland display
For us no wings in array

You folded them tight
Held there with all your might

Pretty pretty bird
To call you vain is absurd
PEACOCK © gillena cox 2017

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Artistic Interpretations - Beauty
Prompted By Margaret

AND


Mosaic Monday # 37


Revisit
24 April 2016
24 April 2015
Crunch Colour and Lace


Enjoy the music

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[image from google dot com]


CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH
Sometimes a surprise is painted in bright colours
To seep through the windows of a dull lonely gaze

In the stillness of seemingly inertia
A change propels the momentum of a wider view

Look beyond the skin the flesh the bones
Deeper maybe a soul lurks somewhere hidden

Shut tight behind a golden bolted door which
When a sincere knocking was ever wrought opened
CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH © gillena cox 2017

My Poem Inspiration
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth


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Fashion me your Words~The way you see it
I am the prompter today


Revisit
23 April 2015

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[image from Google dot com]


AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES
Don't discard the cereal carton Tony.

Let me shape words for you.
High,
To clouds touching steeples,
Knowing seams of adhering.

Curved, like a slow steady gaze;
Far,
Into vast tomorrows,
Where heartbeats sync.

Forming shadows, bold and daring,
Play;
Rhythms of sunlight to ribbon,
Pale cool slow moon kisses.

I shape my words for you, Tony;
Round,
Like rings in eternal galaxies,
Where only laughter resides.
AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES © gillena cox 2017

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Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy
Sanaa is prompting- The object of this challenge is to write about love, using a common everyday image

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Revisit
19 April 2016

Monday WRites 104

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RENEWAL
Streets lights go out,
I swear by those invisible threads

Morning birds carry through the air;
Singing their age old choruses,

Weaving their patterns of destiny,
For earth, as her wheel spins on cue,

Her angels, traditional patterns
Must continue, in renewal, in repair.
RENEWAL © gillena cox 2017

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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).
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Enjoy The Music


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Revisit
17 Apr 2016


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Over // Under // Through

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[Raphael, 1516–1517. Christ Carrying the Cross;
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CRUCIFY HIM
Tag him hustler, for soul's ransom
Label him scammer, for healings done
Seize him
Nail him to a tree awaiting

As for Barabbas the prisoner, free him
For wishes of mob must we accrue
Then in a tomb stash away folly
For such as is the mark of history

Now for limitless celebration
As a bridge we shall sell to angels.
CRUCIFY HIM © gillena cox 2017

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