392

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EINSTEIN WANDERS INTO WORD LAND
This poem is science
Awaiting proof of being
Having no idea what similes be
Until the smiles of readers
Beaming light of nodding heads
Warrants readability

This poem is light
Particles bouncing off syllables
Shape-shifting into phonetics
Pronouncing itself words

This poem is alien
To thoughts of readers
Who ponder meanings
Fill spaces with wonder
And ascribe nuances of experiences

This poem is experiment
Beam me up metaphorical escapades
EINSTEIN WANDERS INTO WORD LAND © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
CHALLENGE: Björn has asked us to write using the shape shifting nature of nature on microscopic level for a poem.

Enjoy The Music


Revisit
30 April 2015

391

[image from Pinterest]

BOOGEY
Classic boogey man
He's a - shaking
While you a - quaking

He's scary, he's formless
He waits for the night
To give you a big fright

He's the boogey man

There are shadows on the wall
He hides there after dark
He never goes to the park

Ever at home over your bed
That's where he likes to be
But him, you'll never see

Cause he's the boogey man

If your roof creaks
He'll sing along
He knows every song

When the shutters drop
At the loud clock tick tock
He's there to give a shock

Classic classic boogey man.
He's a formless belly full of sound
Ready to grind you to the ground
BOOGEY © gillena cox 2017

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Boogeyman
Rommy would like us to contemplate - the idea of the childhood boogeyman

390

[a Pinterest image]

A GRAIN OF SAND
Such are stars, to numbers cling,
But grains of sand to futility;

Fireworks explode in colours bring,
Feet, imprint on beach tranquility;

Cupped ocean, in a seashell will sing,
Meandering sands, skirt tides agility;

Oh thou creation, by word thus to spring,
Sand, lend dreams and castles possibility.
A GRAIN OF SAND © gillena cox 2017

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Midweek Motif
A grain of Sand, prompted by Sumana

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Revisit
28 April 2015

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Folks, I must be some kind of Sand Nut; here's more sand - read more
desert sand
Time Written In Sand
wet hot sand
barefooted sand
hot sand
sand between our toes
voices cry, in sand
along the sand
wet sand
fallow sand


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But there's no sand in the music, still, Enjoy!!!

Monday WRites 105

[photos in this Mosiac: 1.Variegated leaves of Peacock Ginger Plant in my garden// 2.Peacocks and hens 3.Peacock at Wildfowl Trust, Point a Pierre Trinidad]

PEACOCK
Pretty pretty bird
Of you so much i had heard

Now we stare and stare
Still you only hold dear

To your garland display
For us no wings in array

You folded them tight
Held there with all your might

Pretty pretty bird
To call you vain is absurd
PEACOCK © gillena cox 2017

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Artistic Interpretations - Beauty
Prompted By Margaret

AND


Mosaic Monday # 37


Revisit
24 April 2016
24 April 2015
Crunch Colour and Lace


Enjoy the music

388

[image from google dot com]


CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH
Sometimes a surprise is painted in bright colours
To seep through the windows of a dull lonely gaze

In the stillness of seemingly inertia
A change propels the momentum of a wider view

Look beyond the skin the flesh the bones
Deeper maybe a soul lurks somewhere hidden

Shut tight behind a golden bolted door which
When a sincere knocking was ever wrought opened
CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH © gillena cox 2017

My Poem Inspiration
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth


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Fashion me your Words~The way you see it
I am the prompter today


Revisit
23 April 2015

387

[image from Google dot com]


AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES
Don't discard the cereal carton Tony.

Let me shape words for you.
High,
To clouds touching steeples,
Knowing seams of adhering.

Curved, like a slow steady gaze;
Far,
Into vast tomorrows,
Where heartbeats sync.

Forming shadows, bold and daring,
Play;
Rhythms of sunlight to ribbon,
Pale cool slow moon kisses.

I shape my words for you, Tony;
Round,
Like rings in eternal galaxies,
Where only laughter resides.
AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES © gillena cox 2017

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Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy
Sanaa is prompting- The object of this challenge is to write about love, using a common everyday image

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Revisit
19 April 2016

Monday WRites 104

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RENEWAL
Streets lights go out,
I swear by those invisible threads

Morning birds carry through the air;
Singing their age old choruses,

Weaving their patterns of destiny,
For earth, as her wheel spins on cue,

Her angels, traditional patterns
Must continue, in renewal, in repair.
RENEWAL © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
17 Apr 2016


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Over // Under // Through

385

[Raphael, 1516–1517. Christ Carrying the Cross;
from Google dot com]


CRUCIFY HIM
Tag him hustler, for soul's ransom
Label him scammer, for healings done
Seize him
Nail him to a tree awaiting

As for Barabbas the prisoner, free him
For wishes of mob must we accrue
Then in a tomb stash away folly
For such as is the mark of history

Now for limitless celebration
As a bridge we shall sell to angels.
CRUCIFY HIM © gillena cox 2017

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Get Listed - April Ain't Fooling edition

Monday WRites 103

[Holy Week Clip Art from Google dot com]

HOLY THIS WEEK
Of The one so holy
We dare ascribe a span of days
Insufficient
To the measure of being

We dare ascribe a span of days
Diligent in our liturgies
Notwithstanding
The sinfulness of our nature

His mercy gifted
Happy in our remembrances
HOLY THIS WEEK © gillena cox 2017

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10 Apr 2016
10 Apr 2015

383

3 POETS TWEET (AND GIGGLES)
the chamber door
a rustle of purple curtains
oh curious midnight !

By the merest chance
Edgar; do you have a cat
named 'Jennyanydots' ?

praying the rosary
dawn falling away in my garden
I espy
new flowers on an old shrub
I could wear that colour lipstick
3 POETS TWEET (AND GIGGLES)
© gillena cox 2017


Process Note
The poem goes like this:
Edgar Allan Poe tweets, from The Raven to T.S. Eliot, who reply-tweets from his The Old Gumbie Cat. Then i tweet using motifs from Saturday night to today, Sunday midday.
After church yesterday evening, a stray cat slinked through my front gate, before me. Then last night
I dreamt that my neighbourhood was turned into a wasteland, there i stood in my dream-defiant mode:
i wasn’t leaving; so i pulled out my cellphone, called my husband and complained. Old grey dreadlocked wizard that he was, he quickly whisked me back home. So here i am folks, out of dreamscape today Sunday. I prayed my rosary this morning. And i'm here with my tweet poem sharing now.

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Twitter Me a Gothic Poem

Magaly is prompting today. She has asked for: a new 3-stanza poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines: the 1st stanza will be a tweet from one of the thirteen writers listed below. The 2nd stanza will be a reply to the first tweet, by a different writer from the list. The 3rd stanza will be your reply/input/commentary to the exchange between the two writers.

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Revisit
9 April 2015

382

[Child and Mask, 1955 by Kaoru Kawano;
from Google dot com]

RICE CAKES
A smile rules the doll's house
A story now is told
Ever a cuddly audience
Assembled there to hear

The Buddha sits in silence
Rice cakes set in his plate
The sweet scents of incense
Rise to dissipate

When sticky little fingers
Of a urchin standing by
Edges close to Buddha's plate
His rice cakes to deplete

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garden Buddha
incense and birdsong
an offering
for ancestor's tales
retold in Spring buds
RICE CAKES© gillena cox 2017


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Kerry Says ~ Let's Paint a Picture
Kerry Gives the option to choose works from selected artists and write a new poem using the technique of Ekphrasis.

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Revisit
7th April 2015

381

[image from Pinterest]

OF STAR DUST AND NIGHT SWOON
Inky dark the night
And moonless the sky
For Most-Wicked-est the wand
Had plucked out the moon

The Star Group held witness
To this heinous act
And hurried to a place
More beyond than the sky

Here he dwelleth
The one they called The Highest
Seated on a throne
Most magnificent
Most beautiful

Star Group bowed in reverence
He touched their points so lightly
They blurted out
The plight of the sky

The Highest listened and nodded
And shone in wrath
How! Dare! He!
Thundered The Highest

And the great beyond trembled
At his voice
His sylla-bells reached
The thousand air-drums
Of Most-Wicked-est
Who heard and heard and shook
In a tizzy of petrified fright

The moon dropped
And bounced twice
Then rose as if helium sated
To its place in the sky

I tell you this tale
I tell you in truth
For dramas so many
Are witness only
To star dust clusters
OF STAR DUST AND NIGHT SWOON © gillena cox 2017


Happy Birthdays to
Magaly Guerrero and Rommy Driks,
on April 5th and 28th  


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Prompt Nights
Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness –
[Sanaa is honouring two birthdays in this her final edition of Prompt Nights]

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The Tuesday Platform

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Revisit
4 April 2015

Monday WRites 102

to the Woodford Square trees:

swaying to incessant mantras
of tireless winds gushing through,

listening for Cathedral bells and hymns.
its April!
how about some yellow Poui blossoms!
© gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
3 Apr 2016

379

[image courtesy Imaginary Garden With Real Toads]

CATCH AND LOOT
Bare, backs turned to dazzling sun
Ears, rebellious like upstream salmon glitching
Fiery, descended bearded dragons
Blocking paths tagged peace/contentment
Sunset, sunk severely behind curved horizons
For smiles never fitted rainbows to despair
Again, pride of man sprouted spiked backs
Faces, turned to wrath and brimstony facade
And, Trappist-1 huddled for catch and loot
CATCH AND LOOT © gillena cox 2017

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Flash 55

Revisit
2 April 2015