Monday WRites 27

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #27, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



FORGED FROM THE LOVE OF LIBERTY
Forged a nation sturdy
From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose
The love of country to propel us always
Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship

From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose,
Mountains peaked in tridium rise
Against strong winds there to fortress
Regaled are we in this land of trinity

The love of country to propel us always
Kindness in word and deed will retain us
On a path of betterment and continuity
Leaving behind a legacy of wise stewardship

Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship
Bird songs to serenade in azure skies
Oceans resonate in conch shells, as we blow
Breath of each day back to our source in prayer
© gillena cox



"Forged from the love of liberty" is the first line of the National Anthem of Trinidad and Tobago.
❧✿❧Happy Independence Day 2015 to everyone in Trinidad and Tobago❧✿❧
The month of August is also Steelband Month in Trinidad and Tobago






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JOY OF POETRY
Just for the fun of it,
To dance with the shadows on the wall,
Disappearing into the stream of morning,
Right with the life of new light

For the song that thrills the heart
To hear,
No,
To listen to the song bird,
When dawn clambers up the ladder of night,
Fetching the coat tails of dark clouds

The quiet rippling waters, pretending
Nothing of tsunamis dwell here,
Only Neptune, on an obsidian throne
With trident intentions for waves

The fantasy in reality, tearing from
Old books; history, story, memory,
Worthy of a griot's voice, and eager ear
Or eyes, to seek the beauty of an ixora

For wanton pleasure, and absolute void,
Sensing words, in universal spheres,
Where touch is sight, and sight sees
The fragrant day, in a falling blossom.

Truth be, the cocoon buds to bear
The weight of the winds, wafting
With the gravity of saying and telling
Hidden crevices that wing their way out
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt at
Midweek Motif: The Joy of Poetry

Monday WRites 26

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #26, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



TOMORROW
Escorted on the wings of gift giving
Another day with taste of promise
With the sketch of every possibility
Breaking through a curtain of shadows

Another day with taste of promise
The forever i love yous dwell in this coocoon
A butterfly can have spotted wings silken
If not just to taste the nectar of pollen

With the sketch of every possibility
Bees and ladybugs crawl and bumble
For such as those destined will allow
The day to absorb them in its colours

Breaking through a curtain of shadows
To draw the reflection of clouds over water
That shimmers or ripples but never stands
Still for such is the process of tomorrow
© gillena cox







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CLUTCHING ASSUREDLY
Perched today, a loner,
a daredevil;
Preening, on high voltage wires,
Resting wings for journeys afar,
Taming danger, clutching tightly
With destined claws assuredly
© gillena cox

Written for
Play it Again, Toads!



CHALLENGE to submit an original poem from archived challenges of this Imaginary Garden. I chose Words Count with Mama Zen "Power Image" to be written in 25 or less words
...A power image is an image that a writer returns to time after time. It's part art, part personal mythology, and part creative shorthand. It's a thing, a sound, an angle of light; it's anything that a writer imbues with a greater meaning than it would ordinarily have and adopts as a signature symbol...
Ha!! power lines are in my power write. However it fits the challenge since i had written time and again about birds on power lines (◕‿◕｡)

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ZEE' FANCY DANCE
Zee loves to look at 'Charlie and Lola'
It so happens Zee also loves to dance
Zee can say the spanish word hola
And she is fascinated by leaf cutter ants

Dance Zee dance; dance Zee dance
For Grandma and the leaf cutter ants
Which trinis call bachacs
bach.. bach.. ack.. ack.. fast moving bachacs
© gillena cox 2015


Written for
Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 25

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #25, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



PONDERING WAVES
Ever sat at the seashore pondering waves?
Some arrive in a dragon's mighty splash
Some hunch and whimper like tired slaves
Whether calm or fury an ocean to unlash

Some arrive in a dragon's mighty splash
Sunshine beats down on near nude backs
Of the young, not so young, and the brash
Wet toes trudging sand to nibble on snacks

Some hunch and whimper like tired slaves
Cradling knees in the hot barefooted sand
Perhaps a pebble to find, treasure to crave
Bird songs like praises to a glorious land

Whether calm or fury an ocean to unlash
Pearls from below rise in undulations
Watery kingdoms at the ocean floor stash
Such wealth of heaven safe from intrusions
© gillena cox 2015







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OF BEAUTY
Speak to me of beauty i say
To my muse sitting atop the mountain peak
She and i sip lemon drops that slide down
From the throne of heaven

To my muse sitting atop the mountain peak
I have asked a question she is shy in retort
Or may be i am hurried in my seeking
Only the drift of clouds can span this gap

She and i sip lemon drops that slide down
Into a bowl of topaz crystals so precious
I'm almost afraid to reach for them
To be so flawless, so like the sun, variant

From the throne of heaven
Pours forth satiety, warmth and goodness
Honesty, clarity, applause and smiles, joy
Yet beauty lies within the seeker's reach
© gillena cox







Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty

Monday WRites 24

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #24, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




MAGICAL
Tree aromas perfumed our afternoon stroll
Distilling silence, only love immersed the soul
You and me for ever and ever that was our desire
Bright flames of the heart, Oh lets us feed this fire!

Distilling silence, only love immersed the soul
Shadows will soon paint the evening stole
There are some flowers will resist night's sleep
Ever vigilant ones like ixoras stay open to peep

You and me for ever and ever that was our desire
Passion never to wane, enchant us frogs, to this mire!
Let our kiss then, be magical, transformed together
We as one, be safe haven for every kind of weather

Bright flames of the heart, Oh lets us feed this fire!
For tomorrow comes in stealth as clouds for hire
This cannot be a helpless state where fantasy lies
For regaled in our I do's therein our future resides
© gillena cox

[Two days away; remembering August 12th, the day i was married, in 1971]





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SAYING SOME NAMES
Trees slender, trees tall,
Trees spreading, trees for all;
Botanical gardens, royal in the city
Of Port of Spain, serene and pretty;

i say your name with love.

Hear the beat of the brass band,
Hear the beat of the steel band,
Look how they swaying them hips,
Masqueraders with kaiso on their lips,
Dancing, prancing, in the Carnival drama,
All the way to the Queens Park savannah

i speak your name in revelry

Hot spicy tasty roti
Doubles with pepper slight or heavy
The hosay parade,
The tadjas all handmade
The tassa drumming a la mode
Through the Western Main Road

I say your name with words ornate

Port of Spain city main,
St James close terrain
I say your name, say your name
Say it again and again.
© gillena cox 2015




Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Saying the Names With Love

Monday WRites 23

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #23, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




SHADOW FIGURE
Extensive,
we make shadows,
not knowing the play of life upon us;
contrasting skies,
like warriors marking trenches,
to bury memories,
evoking left lovers behind,
slipping moons;
changing shape like play dough,
in the hands of children,
sensitive to the innocence,
of smiles and trusting,
that today is all there is,
of tomorrow's dream;

Curtailed,
in the volume of unspent eons,
basking in scars unfading,
still fresh,
ever fresh the dirt of millipedes,
shuffled in tiny bickerings,
of wavering patterns,
signalling the wearisome task,
that births new constellations;
flickering lights,
bright unseen meteors,
of processes traveling,
travailing universes,
existing on the fringe of,
mind shattering kaleidoscopes;

Eyeballed,
stars twinkle in response to,
programmed eternity;
already the dearth of answers,
filed in the to do,
folders of hard drive realities;
when night succumbs,
to daybreak twitterings;
only because a phase of,
sieved light filtered through
then the shadows dancing
on the wall of the puppeteer's dare
somersaulted into yesterday again
© gillena cox 2013 [ first published at Poem Hunter dot com]






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