Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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WITH A CUP OF TEA
This poem is a novella
This poem is fiction
This poem is an umbrella

Let me say upfront, this will be short.
Sweet is relative to the reader's tongue.
Didn't get it, read and read again.
This poem is a novella.

Sometimes when i climb Mount Everest,
And look over vast expanse of syllables,
The longing for chapters gallops in.
This poem is fiction.

Being unprepared for the rain,
Is no excuse; thunder rumbles,
God has even fashioned clouds.
This poem is an umbrella.

This poem wishes to speak prose,
Longs to tell a sweet little story,
And chants - settle in with a cup of tea.
WITH A CUP OF TEA © gillena cox 2019



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REVISIT
17th April 2018
17th April 2017
17th April 2016



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Monday, April 15, 2019

Monday WRites 201



GAPING EMPTY TOMB
They laid him to rest for surely he died, crucified.
They laid him to rest in a tomb.
Secured by a stone, stationed to closure of a world relieved.
It is finished, they all thought.
A stone affixed will stay the troublemaker.
So there behind the stone he rested.
For his allotted days, he rested there behind the stone-fastened tomb.
On the third day, as his father and scripture destined.
The stone was rolled away.
Gaping of an empty tomb where an angel there stood guard.
GAPING EMPTY TOMB © gillena cox 2019


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Its Holy Week; have a happyy holy week.
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
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#23 Anticipation

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Blue Monday
Framed


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[painting by Michiel Van Hout]



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REVISIT
15 April 2018
Holy Week 2017
15 April 2015

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Monday, April 8, 2019

Monday WRites 200


For today's mosaic 'Clouds And Mountains' i used 2 photos taken in 2016 and 2 taken in 2019. Places: St James and West Moorings.

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[the Chocolate chip cookie bowl is from google dot com]

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A toast to the highest mountain stilled to be faced, we can ace this, all we need are syllables, cookie cutters and counters. Or maybe kigos, cutter words kurumi and contemplation

a swift draft of wind -
under the basho wild vines
clutching tall grasses
© gillena cox 2019


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How is your April going so far. Here in T&T we did get some April showers
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
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#22 March in the Mountains

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Blue Monday
PickUp

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2
Shaggy Orange Tree

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Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems


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[Long Circular Road viiew, St James 2016 - gillena cox]



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REVISIT
8 April 2015

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

640

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
--William Wordsworth


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BREWING WORDS
They brew in cauldrons; eye of newt and ear of bats,
Smoldering breath of flying dragon and mermaid's tears,
Colours of sunset rise in steam of ladles stirred,
And diaphanous patterns of spider's dreams spook forth

Such is the concoction of voiceless words echoed

Like psalms from a weeping prophet's beard long told
To lament a wicked dread of worlds, its sweetness
Long forgotten in heaving maidens breast, behest of love.
The angst of a poet's mind where everything already exist.
BREWING WORDS © gillena cox 2019


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REVISIT
3rd April 2018
3rd April 2017
3rd April 2018


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Monday, April 1, 2019

Monday WRites 199





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CHUCKLES
Poui around the Savannah lend their splendor in a perfusion of transcient blooms, some yellow smothered trees, some pink smothered trees.

Opposite, The Emperor Valley Zoo (named after the Emperor Butterflies) clothed in trees, various kinds, and bamboo. Its entrance like a coat-front-opening, with one clasp, the turnstile for a ticket gate.

Not too far, around that same circle the old library with its wooden steps and forgiven dusty shelves. Those were days when these halls of gloried tales reveled in its classic library smell.

a Mr Lion
through the finger dial phone
seeks the zoo (chuckles)
CHUCKLES © gillena cox 2019


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April first is known as April Fools' Day read more HERE
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#21 Going Back-Country

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Blue Monday
Stand Watch

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2
Clouds

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April Fools Day

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[Stylish Empties: from my collection of perfume bottles]


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REVISIT
1 April 2018
1 April 2016
1 April 2018

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019

638


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MOCKINGBIRD
Yes, you are very welcome little one,
To peck into my private space,
You show off;
I pause in my solitary condition to audience,
Your little drama of white tail feathers,
Tasting of your delight in sustenance,
You alone know where to find it.
MOCKINGBIRD © gillena cox 2019



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REVISIT
27 March 2017

Monday, March 25, 2019

Monday WRites #198


[today's mosaic: Pink Poui trees blooming Queens Park Savannah 2019]







THOSE TROLLS!
After Carnival, ever wondered why?
Streets back to normal,
Trees look so shy,
No one's dancing, everyone's formal
And shhhhhh;
Those hot dusty days still,
With blue, the colour of sky,
Wind blowing at will;
Trolls! have stolen the vibe way up on high.
THOSE TROLLS! © gillena cox 2019

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Hot hot dusty day, The Sahara Dust is distress us so up blooms the Poui Trees are delighting us
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
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Mosaic Monday
#20: Drowning Oreos

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Blue Monday Whimsical Painting

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2
New Growth

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Quadrille Trolls:


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REVISIT
25 March 2017
25 March 2015