Tuesday, August 29, 2023
1087
clipart from google
Even Though
even though you're singing the blues
however loud you will still loose
they're born when they want to
some many and some few
with siblings one never can choose
© gillena cox 2023
Poetics: Siblings, the ties that bind and gag!*
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Monday, August 28, 2023
1086
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I had thought of wearing a dress, with shell pink flowers. Then at the last minute because i choose to wear the high heels with a green strap, my dress choice had also to be changed.
They exchange vows in a small church and everyone is delighted with their young love and so many balloons used in the decorating
Then off we go, to the wedding festivities, which will continue for hours.
the road curves -
the drive from the wedding hall
blue moon following
© gillena cox 2023
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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 409
LAST MONDAY OF
AUGUST
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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For every Monday in August the Word is CLOTH Link up with one of your posts where the word CLOTH is present or the theme CLOTH is presented
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A Piece Of Cloth
Sometimes signals, symbol of victory,
Sometimes bends to wipe tears for territory,
Wetting itself to make us happy,
Polluted some time due to creepy,
Hiding the quarrel behind as door screen
Also faces sunshine with reflecting harming beam
Healing cuts and pain, converting to handkerchief,
A Piece Of Cloth by Abhilash Patra. Read the whole poem at poemhunter HERE
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
1084
The past remains,
While scent fades,
For the empty bottle,
A work of art to throttle
Imagination sculpted.
Romance secure buttons,
Passion only unbuttons,
If somber evening bottled,
Lingers to long to be poured.
© gillena cox 2023
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Monday, August 21, 2023
1083
She wanted pineapple
Not green banana
They bought from the market a bandana
A head cover to go to the chapel
He asked them to drive him
He didn't care to walk
All they did was stand and talk
A ploy to annoy him
© gillena cox 2023
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 408
A HAPPY AUGUST TO ALL
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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The Meeting by Harriet Monroe, (1860-1936)
The ox-team and the automobile
Stood face to face on the long red road.
The long red road was narrow
At the turn of the hill,
And below was the sun-dancing river
Afoam over the rocks.
The mild-mannered beasts stood par, chewing their cud.
The stubble-bearded man from the mountains,
Rustier than his wagon,
Unmoving eyed the proud chauffeur.
The little ragged girl,
With sun-bleached hair,
Sitting on a hard, yellow-powdery bag,
Looked across at the smart motor hats of the ladies,
And their chiffon scarfs
That the light breeze fingered.
The proud chauffeur blew his horn,
But nothing moved –
Except the foaming, sun-dancing river down below.
Then he jerked his head,
And turned the wheel,
And slowly, carefully,
The automobile moved back over the long red road.
And the mild-mannered beasts lifted their feet,
And the stubble-bearded man flipped his rein,
And the ragged little girl looked ahead up the hill,
And the ox-team lumbered and limped over the long red road.
Found this poem HERE
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Stood face to face on the long red road.
The long red road was narrow
At the turn of the hill,
And below was the sun-dancing river
Afoam over the rocks.
The mild-mannered beasts stood par, chewing their cud.
The stubble-bearded man from the mountains,
Rustier than his wagon,
Unmoving eyed the proud chauffeur.
The little ragged girl,
With sun-bleached hair,
Sitting on a hard, yellow-powdery bag,
Looked across at the smart motor hats of the ladies,
And their chiffon scarfs
That the light breeze fingered.
The proud chauffeur blew his horn,
But nothing moved –
Except the foaming, sun-dancing river down below.
Then he jerked his head,
And turned the wheel,
And slowly, carefully,
The automobile moved back over the long red road.
And the mild-mannered beasts lifted their feet,
And the stubble-bearded man flipped his rein,
And the ragged little girl looked ahead up the hill,
And the ox-team lumbered and limped over the long red road.
Found this poem HERE
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For every Monday in August the Word is CLOTH Link up with one of your posts where the word CLOTH is present or the theme CLOTH is presented
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Thursday, August 17, 2023
1082
[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub ]
HOPPING TODAY WITH 
What Is The Equation
Will there be salt to brine our sorrows
Or hearts to swell our passions
Will each mouthful of controversy
Sate the hunger of each other's greed
Will the rich man say enough
And the poor man say i'm okay
Will our treasons burn in hell
As we boat our way across the Styx
What is the equation for equity
In this our earthly existence?
© gillena cox 2023
MTB: Convince us with rhetorical devices
REVISIT TO READ
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
1081
Birds sound the wake-up calls,
An opened door gives the view,
Of smokey clouds; still, unmoving,
Not like the pace
Of morning into a new day.
More like the tree sillhouettes,
Seeming to stay shadows,
Only they wouldn't;
For a deliberate sun comes out,
To shine-up the greeness.
That colour, so much,
A Caribbean sun loves.
© gillena cox 2023
HOPPING TODAY WITH REVISIT TO READ
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