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FIRE JABS
In the passion of the beat
In the coolness of night
The fire eaters channel gullets
To taste of the fire of deceit
They eat of the fear which
They have crammed in the belly
Of onlookers
For the night is bright
But the display is dark
Dark enough so you cringe
And step back
Away from the grotesque masks
They wear to show their control
Of the night
FIRE JABS © gillena cox 2015

#jab or #jab jab is a vintage Carnival character of Trinidad and Tobago masquerade


Written for Sumana's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Fire

Monday WRites 33

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JABBERWOCKY
The blank writer
A page stares at her
She pins her frowns and sighs
To a wandering horse
Running wild and free
Carrying all her words
In syllables
To the gallop of hoofs
Whose rhythm
Canters in the morning dew
To rise with whinnying breath
In the meadows
Laced with sweet wildflowers
Patterning a grassy mound
Unkempt
For such as meadows are
To run wild and free
Wind blown and yielding
And so it was:
Three friends they sat
With coffee and with tea
And sort to spend in jabberwocky
The animal, each would want to be.
JABBERWOCKY © gillena cox 2015



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Camel Thorn Trees, Namibia -
image courtesy imaginary garden


EVER/NEVER
Every sundry moon glow
Whence
Morning returns

Is there ever
A question
Left
Unprompted

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THIS UNDYING LOVE
Another Saturday ends a week
Of truant hours for those who seek
Azure are skies, a mocking bird skips
Evening sighs say thou wind has lips
What more would be whispered
Than that already secreted
To waving branches having no care
Except to yield to wind's despair
For ever a love refusing to slumber
Never to forget always to remember
EVER/NEVER; THIS UNDYING LOVE © gillena cox 2015

Written for


Get Listed for October
Grapeling's challenge for this month's Get Listed is to use at least 2 *sets* of words in a new poem from a list that was given.

Up Close & Personal ~ Micro Poetry
Kerry O'Connor's challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines.

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ON LEARNING
All my tears are sieved
Returning like cornmeal
To a desert bowl
To a wasteland, where sorrows grow
Prickly sharp, in cactus folds
Awaiting, yet another crush
To pour itself, into agave cups
There to dreaded stupor, all may drink
For I am no more than this
Than ambrosia to wanton paths
Cold the winds
And hot the sands
Dualy now, the phantoms sing
For now, belly buttons
Morphed into Gods, random
In the night, will carry their whims
Ah, but I, I lift up my eyes
To an unseen command whose word
Resides in the phrases of a poem
Ripped from that space in aged sentence
Sung, in the heart's deep yearning
Learned, from the source of light so
Loving
ON LEARNING © gillena cox 2015


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Teacher, One Who Teaches


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Written for the prompt by Abhra
What is your gift at

Monday WRites 32

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TODAY'S WRITE
Bright of the morning, birds in sync
Light, snuggles against the tree top
Writers of old, they spilled the ink
Today, a flower on the desktop
A mouse clicks
Where a pen once dripped
Even sticky notes
From the settings rewrote
As light, snuggles against the tree top
Bright is the morning, with birds in sync
TODAY'S WRITE © gillena cox 2015



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The old shopkeeper wore khaki pants,
And counted on his wooden abacus;
Folks called his corner store chinee shop,
A good place to buy cheese and hop;
Penny bread and ching-chong talk,
While the beads flew forth and back;
Lanterns with tassels he sometimes hung
Red were the colour of the songs he sung
ABACUS © gillena cox 2015




Written for Kerry's prompt
FLASH 55 PLUS!

Today we have been challenged to write a poem a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of our choice in precisely 55 words

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Carnivorous pitcher plants on top of Mount Roraima from a google dot com search


RORAIMA PITCHERS
The lure of red in this surreal pliant
Mystify insects as if by magic chant
They lose their way
For as best they may
Into the stomachs of the pitcher plant

RORAIMA PITCHERS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders

where the focus is Mount Roraima, and the landscape where Venezuala, Brazil and Guyana meet. Some of the oldest geological formations on earth, dating back to some two billion years ago in the precambrian.