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image from google dot com


THE WAITING
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
Fairy winds blow such whimsies
Dusting pleas to far away galaxies
A king is to come in glory
He returns for sure who knew me
As a thought stirred in creation
As a breath whispered in oration
A host of angels
For rightful destiny assembles
He is coming again
This king, creation to regain
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
THE WAITING © gillena cox 2015


Written for Bjorn's prompt
Waiting for something good... or not

Will link also to The Tuesday Platform

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photos of me dread

DREAD
Square pegs are not for round craters
That is if you want a fitted match
Apples are fruit and so are tomatoes
Sometimes distance is minuscule
Not like stars or dreams
I'm always in dread of being lumped in goo
Like not too nicely done oatmeal
How many times have i said to my children
"Well i'm not such and such's mum, so NO!!!"
Oh and; this is a good one - " i'm not You women
I am A woman"
On a sandy beach no one dares counting particles
yet, how lovely the layout
Square pegs can fill a round basket
I used to be dread (smiles)
No, no no
Not evil scary dread; dread.
DREAD © gillena cox


Written for

Fireblossom Friday: Dread
I choose to write a fun piece; lightheartedness is what i do best

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image from google dot com

SPELLED
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
Then the song of wind repeated through the week
Counting days one two three four five six seven
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
Whispers and smirks, scrawled manila folders
Yet, office talk never, never questioned, Why?
That was before cell era, children had no voices
Outside of playground squeals of fun, voices
Of children were for loud laughter and nothing else.
The kind you said SHUT UP, SHHH, to
So who wants to hear the woes of a sixteen year old
Fondled in-ap-pro-pri-ate-ly
Breasts grow to tempt, its what girls do
So just shove them out into the street
Banishment makes such things right
And for-get about every-thing
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
The keys were given, the rent was paid
He brought his smiles, his innocence and companionship
With unwritten invitation, the fittest kind
Did he know why this apart-ment now housed me
Our smiles meshed into kisses into comfort
Into freedom into ap-pro-pri-ate
We ate pao, he bought from the corner chinese shop
Between mouthfuls we kissed ap-pro-pri-ate-ly
Never talking of scoundrels spelled fa-ther
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
We bought our own house, where our kisses
From room, to room to room, painting swoons spread
Fairy umbrellas are called mushrooms
Some are edible some are not
We loved the ones bought at the grocery store
Edible, nutritious, nourishing
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
We spelled the world l-o-v-e
It rolled off our tongues into more delightful kisses
French rolls, and Swiss rolls all in the bread section
Daily amassing kids, stoves, chairs, walks in the evenings
Not everything fits in a grocery cart
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
He had to leave, had to spread his man-wings
My love, my saviour, my hero, spelled hus-band
Wretched women who want whatever wives worship
Who would-have-thought
Now withered and weather-beaten, he's still my only hero
Life begins in the arms of the hero, not so?
One dress worn to sunlight, worn to sunset
I never wear one dress throughout any one day
Just like i never understood, why i, had to be capitalized
Nah!
Not anymore!!!
SPELLED © gillena cox 2015


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Survival


Today is the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. Breaking the cycle of violence against women and girls. Stopping violence altogether.
CHALLENGE: Speak about survival so that others may listen. Write a new poem because that is what we do.

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JUST BECAUSE
That time of year once more
When the bracts turn red
On the poinsettia
When every one want
To be merry and bright
So they sing about
This boy child
The Aguinaldos
Will announce

The joy of His coming
Into the world
Emmanuel is He
And the children wait
With excitement
For the visit of ole Saint Nich
Bringing gifts to all
Good or bad
Just because
Its Christmas
JUST BECAUSE © gillena cox
first published at Poemhumter 2011

#Aguinaldo - a parang song
#Parang - a music tradition of Trinidad and Tobago



Blog hopping today at Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 39

TIS THE SEASON
Ribbons and bows tangle
Gift-listed in a harangue
No audience is present
To witness, Scrooge-like
Sentiments dissolved, misty
In morning waning a moon
Waxing sunlight and song
Malls adorned, pockets loosened
Magic of a season cradled
From manger hay, swaddling
Gullibility excusable.
TIS THE SEASON © gillena cox 2015



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Peacock photo from my visit to The Wild Fowl Trust, Point a Pierre, Trinidad in March 2012

CRUNCH COLOUR AND LACE
In a crunch of dried leaves he stood there looking at us
A group of curious passersby wearing the click
On our cell phones

I wonder if his plumes are wide open today displaying
The arrogance of a male Narcissus carrying
His colours in radiance

Maybe he will give his white queen some of his plumage
To paints her sons dazzling jewels in the sunny roost, maybe
White lace if daughters
© gillena cox 2015



Written for Kerry's Play It Again Toads #23
i choose Brudberg's Time Travel

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image from google dot com



PLEA SE
War and strife
(echo) life
Peace and love
(echo) dove
Is this to much to ask
(echo) task
We are stewards, custodians are we
(echo) be
Our beautiful jewel blue
(echo) clue
Weeps oh so for harmony
(echo) see
How the stars twinkle in their order
(echo) duh
A supernova lights our days
(echo) rays
Radiating for each and every one
(echo) none
Only the blind cannot yet see
(echo) mercy
Love is the answer so let it be
(echo) plea
PLEA SE © gillena cox


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Mercy

Monday WRites 38

image from google dot com


THANKFUL
thankful
eyelids flutter,
to scoops of morning glare;
where sweetly, birds on wing, twitter
their prayer.
THANKFUL © gillena cox 2015




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WANTON DESTRUCTION SPELLS GRIEF

A learning curve to selfish squander
Cravings and covetousness
Hair grown silver
Dyed golden strands of wrath
Tresses of Rapunzel
Let glory down the chapel stairs one step at a time
Rosary beads, hail the peace of a planet
Dwindling blue in blessedness
Aching in love less ness
Harsh unyielding meals of bombs fried
While sticking devilish forkfuls
Of anguish into the throats of
Screams in no way theatrical
In every way real
© gillena cox 2015

[deepest condolences to the people of Paris and of France. In the wake of these terrible attacks]

Written for Weekend Mini Challenge- Blocking Writer's Block

The Challenge: write for seven minutes uninterrupted. At the end of 7 minutes, Then take that piece or take the place you are in and and use it as a springboard for your poem.

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animation from google dot com


BLUE MORPHO
With the silent passing of the waters
A blue morpho, flits across to a leaf

The river meandering around huge rocks

There are children, clad in bathing suits
Swirling the water, testing first, with their toes
BLUE MORPHO © gillena cox 2015



Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ River

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Today's image, a photo of my pillow pal
Leo the lion cub.


FLIPPED PAGES
In the lady's garden the elephant eats cabbages,
There among the tomatoes are also some radishes
He stops and he smiles
When his vet comes by
Fetching his naughty behind to bread and circuses
FLIPPED PAGES © gillena cox

Written for The Tuesday Platform

# The Cambridge Dictionaries Online defines the phrase 'bread and circuses' as ​activities or ​official ​plans that are ​intended to ​keep ​people ​happy and to ​stop them from ​noticing or ​complaining about ​problems.
I used the phrase in this poem, pun intended.
I am presently reading with my book club, Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen.
FLIPPED PAGES, comments on a funny scene from the book
Although The Tuesday Platform is open mic,
Marian's introduction influenced my poem today.

Monday WRites 37

Divali animation from google.com


DIVALI LIGHTS
Tall and sturdy, the bamboo yields
To the cutter’s whims, at the festival of lights
The potter’s hands stand their pride
These lamps hold the flame, at the festival of lights
Notched in the bamboo’s knots
Tiny deyas sit their places, at the festival of lights
A slightest breeze, blows in the shadows
Flicker and dance, flames, at the festival of lights
For Sita and Ram, for love and life
Peace and harmony sings, at the festival of lights
DIVALI LIGHTS © gillena cox 2015

Divali lights on the street where i live; 2007




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everything disney animation from google dot com


SILLY ALICE
Dark night,
I mean really dark night,
Tree silhouettes whisper her presence
"November breeze"
A blanket of sky looms quiet and calm
Translating the timing of hours;
Remember where it said “eat me”?
And then, she grew and grew and grew;
I am sure, by the light of the moon
She ate the stars;
Every point, glitter, and stem
That wonderland tramp
Silly Alice!
SILLY ALICE © gillena cox

Written for Isadora Gruye 's prompt
Out of Standard - Remember, Remember

... on the evening of November 5, 1605, a small group of rebels attempted to assassinate King James and his advisors by placing a cache of explosives under the House of Lords. The plot was not successful, and the man caught guarding the explosives , Guy Fawkes, was immediately arrested and soon executed. Ever since England, and other countries across the globe have celebrated November 5 as Guy Fawkes Night. Sometimes thought as a precursor to Thanksgiving, bonfires are lit on the evening of November 5 and effigies of Fawkes are burned as a way to celebrate all the things that never happened.

The challenge: In the spirit of Guy Fawkes Night, to write a poem which celebrates something that never happened.

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image from google dot com


TRANQUILITY
Then, after breakfast, we walk beside the ocean
There, to savour the sweet saltiness of a special occasion
We bond anew, a special time put aside to share

Joy and sadness into the wet sand compressed
Firm tiny grains, the weight of days travelled to impress
A horizon, unwilling to lift off, staying to care

But the mist is rising, with a breeze for sculpting
Trees into willow wisps, strong, flexible and all yielding
Like a kiss, unspoken, shared with one so dear
TRANQUILITY© gillena cox

Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Tranquility

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Pink pumpkins from google dot com


THE BEWITCHING NIGHT IS OVER
I stand on the steps of evasion
Moonpie ascending
A scent lures of baked fog
Misted over the wiles of witchy ways
Bones of children to boil, from wander
Landed on unbeaten paths in howled woods

An un-hooted owl through one sided glimpses
Wary of the tap tap tap of woodpeckers treats
Now rests unruffled
Branch clawed-in for retreat

Pirates earn their plunder from oceans
Vast and wide, deep and muted
In parrot squarks and monkey tales
Curled into fables and eye patches

Thus the night is stretched across galactic spans
Who owns the shadows, the clouded clumps
The silhouettes of stars tipped
To capsize galleys
So Charon may row the oars of souls
Across invisibility, or plead the task to another

Alas for night!
Pink hues of dreamers flutter
Like eyelids awakening to the bleat
Of sweet grass marauded in autumnal crunch

Crushed to reds oranges and gold
You are but a bitter awakening
A whirling whirligig of heaps and mounds
Then words shot through the mesh of day
Happening to clocked hours in minute waltzes
For time dances a ballroom fantasy
Soup anyone?
Two dashes, three pinches, a sprinkle of phrases.
THE BEWITCHING NIGHT IS OVER © gillena cox

Written for Kerry O'Connor's
The Tuesday Platform its open mic

Monday WRites 36

APPLES AND ORANGES
Apples:
sweet, red;
bobbing, not sinking, floating;
water, barrels, bazaars, boys; smiles, girls
pretty, stylish, flirtatious;
standing, eating;
Oranges.
APPLES AND ORANGES © gillena cox
[a diamante first published at Wordchimes dot com 2008]



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