Prosery – Bob Dylan challenged to use the line "To her, death is quite romantic" in a piece of prose not more than 144 words
Monday, October 10, 2022
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Prosery – Bob Dylan challenged to use the line "To her, death is quite romantic" in a piece of prose not more than 144 words
Thursday, October 6, 2022
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UNDER AN UMBRELLA
How do i colour these rainy days?
Now that my palatte is scattered.
Now that my brush is loaded.
How do i colour the deluge?
Who will scold morning birds?
Do they ever sleep late, like we?
You can wallow on pillow mounds
Poo poo the downpour away
But daylight saunters in.
Cut me some slack, you plead.
Got to ponder raindrop peperomia.
Strut your butt under an umbrella.
UNDER AN UMBRELLA © gillena cox 2022Tuesday, October 4, 2022
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ALL HUMANS
Just after the dust, facing masked countenance,
The dance between heaven and hell.
Borders of bombs, and children
With faces stained of estrangement,
Bereft of the beauty of sunflowers,
Bold before evening's coming.
Isn"t this enough?
Enough is enough!
The lament of sinners only provoke
The howling winds of more distraught days
With roof and tree strewn streets.
Bring all humans: cowering , saintly, or brave
Morph them into superheroes for future days.
ALL HUMANS © gillena cox 2022
Monday, October 3, 2022
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Copy this code, pin my button to your blog❧✿❧OF COURSE AND TEAOff the beaten track best suited her.Weary of wheels of toiling day,Here is where she wished to stay.Like a bookmark spliced in were, The pages of comfort she now sought.Surely this umbrella of words ,Was her best shelter.And tea.© gillena cox 2022❧✿❧
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
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apple.
(We all know the story about which half is edible and which is not).
She, being
(Trini to the bone liked mangoes and pomeracs).
So, she refuses the apple.
A few days later, she, the evil Which, does not show up for work.
As the rumour goes
(It good fuh she! why she had to go and thief de office petty cash)
The evil Which is gone!!!
© gillena cox 2022Monday, September 26, 2022
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Copy this code, pin my button to your blog❧✿❧A September HaibunSeptember extends the celebration of August 31st here in Trinidad and Tobago. The Independence anniversary celebrations carry look backs to colonial days, for a people's history is important to understanding and maturity. As well there is always assessment of where we are now as a nation.
The fireworks ( back after pandemic lockdowns), the cultural pageants, the wearing of national colours, carry forward into Republic Day 24th September celebration; that's when we got our personal head of state , The president.
Then there is September 23rd, the start of a now totally immersed cultural happening of 100 Days of Christmas begun, and still hosted by our own Sweet 100 FM radio station.
red white and black -plastic buntings waitfor gentle breezes© gillena cox 2022
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Thursday, September 22, 2022
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[Michael Alfano sculpture found in a google search]
Striving: a Cote poem
Affirm
Today as beautiful as birdsong
Listen
Hearts too speak words forlorn
Dance
For earth's rhythms do prolong
Be
A breath ever willing to sing a song
Striving © gillena cox 2022The Cote – a poem of uneven couplets attributed to John Schroeder. L1 being a single imperative verb, L2 is a glossing or expansion of L1. Rhyme and meter is of your own choosing.









