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DESTINED

There are lots of things to be done

Only on a sultry day like

 Today

When sunshine hiding behind clouds

So thick and fluffy like cotton

Candy

My mouth waters from desire

Not only for sky but for life 

Gifted 

Blessed grace to all of us folk

Awake this precious tomorrow

Again

I saw curved moon in morning light

And pondered waxing and waning

Habits

Let alone mood swings depression

Emotions of joy and delight

Ever

The cautions of life to carry

Continuing on a journey

Destined

To an everlasting sphere where 

Time and space need not have cause of

Worry

© gillena cox 2022

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Sunday morning moringa
destined unions
hallowed is her name
tomorrow
gaping empty tomb
the cottage
clutching assuredly
...a destined maiden

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KIS KA DEE KIS KA DEE BIRD SONG I LOVE

 First light with pigeons cooing

Soon Kiskadees will add songs

To paint a morning so alluring

One can only whisper tiny prayers

Such is dawn with pigeons cooing

Little nuisance to start the day

Those pigeons and their crapping

What a mess they leave on eaves

I much prefer kiskadees singing

In azure skies their name

Morning's coming with pigeons cooing

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Today's mosaic - One tomato, two tomato, three tomato, more. Again using photos from my archives

Welcome to Monday WRites # 341

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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Quadrille #148 Papered Poems

PAPER TRANSFORMS

In days of yore

The pen was mightier

Than the sword

Steady fingers

Dipped quill into ink

Formed furies

On paper parchment

Or whatever else held

Words content 

Come the era

Of taps and clicks

Paper transforms virtual

A graphic design 

On a screen.

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"St Patrick's Day Sunset" read at today's live meet

LISTEN TO "St Patrick's Day Sunset"

Thanks for listening. 

You can read the poem which was first posted 

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 Near her hat 

She sat

The girl

With a cat

On her lap

Taking a nap

She can swirl

And then tap

Her cell phone

She got on loan

Her paper curl

She had to earn

With scissors and glue

And a few

Loose screws from an earl

She knew 

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Today's mosiac...photos from my archives

Welcome to Monday WRites # 340

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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Clouds had always held a fascination for me. It became a natural pastime, looking up. From the window of a bus, window of a taxi, and that early morning; looking down from the aeroplane window. Seems windows always held clouds just for me.

So how then after he abandoned me, those clouds still held their magic? I should have be annoyed with all things so flirtatious.  And so it was that “I wandered lonely as a cloud” steeped in longing, questioning my worth. 

But no, those clouds drew me in, to a new sense of being. And years later hope opened its window to me, the beginning a new lesson in life. Lesson learned: I was always being loved by a higher thought. Worded by a higher command. That really i was never alone. How i love those giant puffy cumulus in azure sky.

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Winter Be Gone

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image from HERE

FROM DARKEST VOID

Children torpedoed into adulthood 

Men leaving wives and children to glean bread

They have to harvest and bake for themselves

The tale of a terror we know as war

This fight for borders this grab for more earth

Even when it cakes another man's boot

It is called hell wrapped in garments of greed

A covetousness risen from darkest void

Recline rescind retreat you worthless force

Back to the realm of never nevermore

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To write a decuain 

or

a five line stanza poem

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