Wordle 192

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With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox


Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 192

joy

Furling in the rhythms of joy
The recall of a little Mexican boy

Whose wisdom to give so humbly
Moved the realm of magic to reality

Thus the redness from a palette esoteric might
Add colour to the Flower of the Blessed Night
--gillena cox


written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam "joy"


I am also back linking today to
Ruby Tuesdays Too

wordle 191

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Forever spinning on angels' trust,
Planets of our universe;
Earth, a beautiful blue jewel,
Glitters amongst the lot.

Spacecrafts carry our yearnings of,
New paths we hanker to tread;
For skeptics such is a lunatic endeavor.

But he is the loser, who refuses to dare,
Or to spread his wings, and thus to soar;
And tangle dreams in knots of despair.

But to say i can and then to dare,
To leave footsteps
In the ambiance of moon and time
Such is the journeyman's task
--gillena cox



Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 191

Lake Hillier Australia

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The Lady Dunaliella Salina
And her exquisite sister Halobacteria
Sit in their boudoir under the sea
Spinning threads of pink cotton candy

Who knows where yarns of gossip go
Of Wati kutjara or salty bro
This much i know above as below
For miles and miles all is pink aglow
--gillena cox

❧✿❧

bubblegum pink
a salty lake fascinates visitors
down under
--gillena cox

Listen to - Men at Work singing Down Under

written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - today, to muse on Lake Hillier, Australia

homophones

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They lowered their knees
To laud the lord
These kings
Such wise men
The magi three

Baby Jesus smiled
His mother blushed
Hushed there in a manger
He knew
The start of a new day had dawned

Animals friend his lot
dared to be silent
Observing the dear sweet child
Laid in the hay

Joseph a father
what could be farther from the thoughts
Of a simple carpenter
Than to be this man chosen by God
--gillena cox


written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - today, we're playing with homophones; a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning, and may differ in spelling. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of "rise"), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too.

read also 'We Lowed'
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled...
read the rest here

quiet

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quiet
the night he claims
holy for his own sake
a gift of love he gives the world
his son
--gillena cox



written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam "quiet"




read also 'A Night So Holy'

It was a night Holy

When the maiden with child
And the carpenter: her betrothed
Asked of the innkeeper
“Is there room for us?”
... read the rest here

Wordle190

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Through the haze, his cape sustains a zephyr
The deranged whole-world ruler

Always he has a vision-less plan
Always his ultimate chains in the can

Reason he exchanges with greed
Might and lack of insight is his creed

Traipsing through ribbons of defeat
Ending always in a filet of garnished cheat

His cave enflamed in megalomaniac gusto
A strain of dark threats always follow

Its useless to feign interest
Such is our world, a mass anime fest
--gillena cox



Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 190


I am also blog hopping today at
Poetry Pantry #230

Mash Up

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After many years of battle conquests
Arthur swings by on his trusted steed
That place renowned, to which many attest
Another sword drats!!!
.........then remain thee a planted seed
For today, for a kiss a maiden awaits
To be! surely she shouldst be so fine
How, Oh how will she swoon, the Lady Cate
For today she shouldst be mine all mine
When my sonnets written i doth surrender
To fan her heart of sweet summer's ardour
--gillena cox




written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday: Mash-Up... a well-known character or actual person, put in a situation that no one has ever thought of putting them in before, like Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter!

Moments Of Blooming

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there is an old house, it leans somewhat
what tales abound from this quaint hut
you can hear voices from centuries old but
only if you just listen

in the cool night air the scent of aromatic trees
fill spaces between shadow and filtering breeze
a night when a song blossoms with such ease
before dewdrops glisten
--gillena cox




written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Bits Of Inspiration ~ Queen Of The Night... the challenge to write about those precious moments of blooming. It could be a flower, an experience, a person...(occuring in the night hours).

Hands

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whose hands are these? withered by years of painstaking measuring
these are the hands, like the hands adding minutes, adding seconds
those digits of time seared to finite moments of universal chiming
these are the hands of messy clay creating light of sea beacons

whose hands are these? withered by years of painstaking measuring
they are hands, invisible, resting on laurels of dancing marionettes
those digits of time seared to finite moments of universal chiming
these are the hands of nudging,tweerking, manipulating and disconnect
--gillena cox




written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam "hands"




read also 'Dandelion'
In a chiaroscuro of shapes your hand,
Pledging a bouquet so winsome and,
Bursting with this gift desire of miles,
Of weightless flights to carve smiles,
On the moon or hearts aflame with... read the rest here