Tuesday, April 1, 2025

1263

 A Mermaids Gain

My mother a mermaid bless her fins,

Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,

There were scurrying feet,

And water boiled and drinks served neat,

She thrashed about for all the pain,

But smiled in the end for i was her gain.

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Monday, March 31, 2025

1262

[Just a mention: today is a public holiday here in Trinidad and Tobago, Shouter Baptist Liberation Day]

Option...

Here is one, here is another. Though they are found some distance apart, the lesisurely walk along Maracas Beach in new flip flops close the distance between finds.

The tiny shells we pick up are halved and empty and halfway buried in the sand. It is a fun pastime, though.

Chip chip is delicious when curried, so i have heard, time and time again, but i have never eaten this much talked about dish.

a nagging hunger

lets go to get bake and shark -

now all of us smile

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Tuesday, March 25, 2025

1261

[AI art generated by Bing image creator for gillenacox2025]

Truth Be Told - A Fold

They never believe me, why oh why?

My twin sister she is pretty, confident

In the way she spreads her mighty lie,

Mischief and misinformation, she,

Scattering these seeds, why oh why?

Am i ever an existence sturdy and  strong?

To bend under the weight of a fly?

Perhaps i am intangible,

Could that be the reason why?

They hate me like bitter medicine,

Consumes tall tales of my twin sister, why oh why?

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Monday, March 24, 2025

1260

Praying Hands’ (1508) by Albrecht Dürer courtesy, dVerse poetry pub

 A Heartfelt Prayer

Engrave your whistles morning birds,

So every clock is useless,

And let me awake to your hirds,

For dawn is always more or less,

That invitation to all the words,

Spoken from the a sunless,

Sky waiting for when moon,

Vanishes behind cloud curds.

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Thursday, March 20, 2025

1259

 Image courtesy dVerse poetry pub

All the fires of red calmed

She sits demurely

Confident of her power

To lure him away

From the one who loves him true

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Tuesday, March 18, 2025

1258

 Heart Unclassified - Fold

There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:

Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,

At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,

Under a sky where destined birds fly;

Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,

Neither is it mixed or melded,

I can still taste coconut tart;

And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,

And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,

Its all there a science project of suspension;

No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.

© gillena cox 2025


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the 'field of flowers' square and 'ee cummings - i carry your heart with me' 
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Monday, March 17, 2025

1257

Love Is The Chorus
There’s a lullaby for suffering; words so sweet, a pot of gold nods, showering its coins in a melodious rhythm over every rainbow colour.

There’s a lullaby for suffering; in a  sharing of music so captivating, the most ragged man woman or child, can hear it, can understand it, can stretch out a wanting hand and receive its melody.

There’s a lullaby for suffering. It's the smell of a beautiful charm on the wind. A refrain, so enchanting, the greediest man, woman or child will wither under its spell: transforming to a thunderous sound of - love is the chorus. 
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY
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Using a line from Leonard Cohem, in a prose not more than 144 words

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