Monday WRites 72

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AN ELEPHANT INVITED TO TEA
Steaming hot let lava be poured
Like some molten treasure offered
From Gods in fashioning a ceremony
To humans appealing returned satiety

An elephant at tea; tusks of ivory, see?

Or we turn the tables on free will
Let gravity pardon the outflow still
This soothing poured from generous spout
Sipping mercy at the grail of avid doubt

An elephant, heavy-hoofed; squeals at a mouse.

Hush then the cry of children's blood
Wanting a little more of earth to bud
Before sustenance of heaven to taste
Four-score-and-ten at least retrace
AN ELEPHANT INVITED TO TEA © gillena cox 2016




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TO WALK MORNINGS
Sweat nestles between my breast,
Drips down from hair to ear.
A crisp cut is hidden on the breeze,
Before the heat, sizzles brain cells.

Thinking expands: to clouds shared,
By me, by you, by everyone of us;
Whether we are out in the new sun,
Walking in old sneakers, or,

Planning to buy new ones.
So another day, when the car
Is parked at the mall,
Looking down on the scenic view,

Trying to click a photo,
Of the then setting sun,
Oh, but there's nor enough space
On the phone, too much data.

New sneakers have been bought
Nonetheless, for walking
In the crisp morning air.
And the sweat will nestle

Between my breast, and drip
From hair down to ear.
TO WALK MORNINGS © gillena cox 2016


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Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format – [26]


“Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.” – Walker Evans

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[my song choice for your listening enjoyment today]

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Morning Sun haiga 2006


MORNING SUN ENSEMBLE[2016]
Clouds take on yellow hue
Hope bright at daybreak true
Burnish underbelly of kiskadee
Winging songs that morning may be
Gentle on hearts of so sorrowing
Bees to nectar bring thy buzzing
Providence map, care divine
Greed mist out, love reassign.
MORNING SUN ENSEMBLE © gillena cox 2016


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In response to Marian's prompt Little Tiny

Monday WRites #71

WHAT'S IN A NAME
I sound my name, sound my name, sound my name
Again and again
But who cares for my worthless repeat,
My aim? my aim?
Toward the targets of wanton mischief lame
On you, oh shame! shame!
Know this, he who is, knows me by name
He reigns, he reigns
I sound my name, again and again
He reigns! he knows me by name.
WHAT'S IN A NAME © gillena cox 2016



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271

The Scream by Edvard Munch(1868-1944)
courtesy Wikipedia

A SCREAMING
The clop clop of horses hooves
Sounds through dawning reproves

Space gapes through empty tomb
Void of conclusions now to subsume

Then pinched Pilate, the great Caeasar
To quiet this screaming non-Balthasar

This is not what we came to see
A SCREAMING © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping in response to Kerry's prompt
Not What We came To See ~ Micro Poetry

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The Projectionist’s Nightmare

This is the projectionist’s nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
Finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, intestines, slither down
the likeness of a tree.
“This is no good,” screams the audience,
“This is not what we came to see.”

Brian Patten
Liverpool, UK

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[image 'blame it on the moon' from google dot com]

NIGHT ROMPS
Sing sweetly so for prithee tis night
Where such of dark shadows ply thee
Susurrations eerie stay thy trade
For fading light and sighing might
Appear adventurers apples be offered
From unseen hands clear ethereal sight
NIGHT ROMPS © gillena cox 20160819

Blog hopping to Sanaa's prompt
On Popular Demand – Lets gather around for some ghost stories – [8]



[my video of choice]

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[aboriginal art from google dot com]

TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES
Music screeched to crescendos with tentacles
Wrapping spider's webs in diaphanous songs
The aliens had landed

Mother ship pods shaking giant red bean heads
Chattered verso lilting verbs in naming things
The beginning was near

Partying dog-eared dorks, hot lava like gyrations
Moved eager wallflowers to early Autumnal wilts
Heavens gates were closing
TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today in response to Fireblossom's prompt
Perchance To Dream

[My video for choice today]

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[image from google dot com]

MISS PRETTY
Back then, it was easy to sit, hours on end
To have kinky hair corn-rowed with, or
Without the extensions added, to lend
The length of vanity, time thus courted;
Youth and its foibles reveled hours on end
While 'Miss Pretty' sat poised on the wall
She adored these glam hours we would spend
Hairdresser braided, she preened or napped
A yellow-eyed little fur-balled friend
So well named such a hoity toity cat,
Those were days of coiffure hours on end
MISS PRETTY © gillena cox 2016


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Midweek Motif ~ cats: in response to Susan's prompt


NOW WATCH THIS BEFORE YOU LEAVE

Monday WRites 70

MORNING FRESCO
Morning pours herself into another day
Weaving threads golden of sunlight array
Shards of mirrored sky and watery sea
A ripple here, adrift the silence glee

Moon hoping a tad bit more to stay longs
Only from feathered fancies such songs
Designed to twitter in much lively accord
What harmonies this dawning should award
MORNING FRESCO © gillena cox 2016



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[google dot com image]

ONE QUEEN BEE IS ENOUGH
That day, that inauspicious day
When the Grinch snatched my crown
I cried like Christmas never was

Did I tell you that green, is, really
Her colour, suits her to a tee

I spread out, after a good shake, my wings;
Sat crossed-legged, and inhaled, then
Summoned my drones: To work! To work!
There's a war to be won
ONE QUEEN BEE IS ENOUGH © gillena cox 2016


Written for

in response to Magaly's prompt 'Which Bee'

HEY YOU TOADS, WATCH THIS

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[Clip art from yahoo dot com]

SOUL MATES
Before our skins touched the breath of our pores
Before our mouths echoed a creation of commands

There you were in cloud of dreamscape
There you were your face in my minds eye

Asleep i slumbered snugly in your ethereal arms
Asleep i smelled your fragrant sweet eternal being

You became the cliche, the end to my sentences
You became the dew for fresh new mornings

We etched the sunset into our empty recognition
We etched the horizon out for changed landscape

How then can i let you go, for what more
How then can i say goodbye, when my love stays
SOUL MATES © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Prompt Nights – Intuition’s as though we’re seeing with our soul [25]




[Clip art from yahoo dot com]

CHICKENED OUT
We joined the queue
It was quite a long queue

I was adamant. Yes I replied
Let's join the queue

We were going to meet the gypsy
So we joined the queue

Brixton market, there we were
Balmy weather, us in the queue

We moved up a bit, a slow crawl
Seemed never ending, this queue

There she was reading a palm
After a long wait in the queue

We could see her now
From our place in the queue

Aw let's go, I change my mind. So
after all this time we left the queue
CHICKENED OUT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Lets take a look at the cards, shall we? – [24]

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[Image 'Grande Anse Beach' from yahoo dot com]

A SNIPPET OF THREE CITIES
I
Leaving Scarborough, when you stopped by the women selling the benne balls, they smiled with you a welcoming smile, though you were leaving to get on the boat to go back home.

my initials carved
on the trunk of a tree -
roots of ancients

II
The sea grapes are green. They do well to hide among the leaves. Looking out at the beautiful crystal sea, a jet of sea spray follows the water skier. Puffy white clouds fashion the sky - Grand Anse beach St Georges.

flip flops prove
tedious senseless foot wear -
wet sand hot sand

III
There at Portobello Road, there where the hagglers meet to bargain, just for the tradition of buying and selling in this particular way, I share my smile to a click of the camera . London is foggy I expected a Caribbean kind of sunshine, after all, they told me it was summer

bubble gum ice cream -
a distant tinkling now
growing soft softer
A SNIPPET OF THREE CITIES © gillena cox 2016


Glossary
Benne balls - a sweet made from sesame seeds

[image from yahoo dot com]


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In response to Grapeling's prompt Travel: Get Listed for August

264

[electronic bug zapper - from google dot com]

YE NEW ZAPPERS
Whack, blitz!
Once the hand of pro Tec tion
Slammed these nuisance buzz ers
Now the slam of Tec no lo gy
Stuns him to ob liv ion
Mosquito
Zap
Whack
Blitz
YE NEW ZAPPERS © gillena cox 2016

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Midweek Motif ~ Predator and Prey:

in response to Sumana's prompt

263

[image from Trinidad All Fours Game Gifts

ANOTHER WIN
match sticks at table, a definite must
new pack of cards, a welcome plus

fill that lacuna, the lunch time hour
hang the Jack such thrills to devour

another match stick added, game just won
the language of silence eyes do sound

the All Fours game, partners in sync
allow opponents, a sip of softdrink
ANOTHER WIN © gillena cox 2016


If you enjoyed 'Another Win'
you might also like Sunday Savvy 82

How To Play 'All Fours'


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Monday WRites 69

[image courtesy the imaginary garden with real toads]

BIRD SONGS ELSEWHERE
I
So he peeled the bananas, cutting them in small pieces.
Not round slices, rough chunks, small rough chunks.
He placed this prized stock on the wall. I watched him.
A kind of morning ritual, this.

II
Down below, waters of The Carenage rippled, only if
You watched closely and intently.
Else, there it was, just part of a vast expanse.
You stretched your mind, but couldn't,
Try as you might, fathom width or depth. No brainer.

III
Vacations are like that, time stretches like gum
You've chewed, first knowing its sweetness,
Then just continuing the action of chewing.
But the satisfaction is there nontheless.

IV
So then the birds flew in on coloured wings.
Like hand crafted little trinkets you would buy
From a souvenir store down town. Feather, flutter.
They pecked at the little gift of bananas bits.

V
Here he was, my uncle, sweetening bird songs,
The kind you listened to, awakening to skies
Far away from home, well not that far away,
Only you couldn't taxi to get here.

BIRD SONGS ELSEWHERE © gillena cox 2016




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Sweet my soul in soaring flight
Hidden in your word of life

Stay mountain, stay cloud
This word I must sing out aloud

Pause a moment wish that star
For it's shinning in realms afar

All of me reaching out to thee
Echos returning your love for me

Alleluia Alleluia
Alleluia


ALLELUIA © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Midweek Motif ~ The Song of a Single Word

Monday WRites 68

[Newsday image sourced from a google search]

SUCH AWAKENINGS
Freed from the claws of night's screeching
Dropped through the portal void teeming

Where depth holds the landing of safety
Where depth holds the landing of lunacy

Pray the choice of sunshine of tomorrows
For the shadows too wait in largess links

Carnivorous gulps fold hungry air to feed
Brain of creative waves sandy shores shift

The celebration is sure from hopeful wishes
The celebration is sure from wondrous gifts

Wrapping clapping celebrating light shines again
Drumming strumming souls lifted rebirth regain
SUCH AWAKENINGS © gillena cox 2016




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