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Monday, February 28, 2022
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Thursday, February 24, 2022
895
PASSION'S PUZZLE
So sweet and sad heaving bosom
She may shun him oh so handsome
Poor soul he fears himself go mad
Who pluck at way for her blossom
That torture to wavering lad
Heaving bosom so sweet and sad
The rose is red but that is why
Too many tears she cannot cry
And if perchance she takes to bed
For only there to lay and sigh
At verses written or just read
But that is why the rose is red
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Wednesday, February 23, 2022
894
A WORLD REDEEMED
Precious
Is the
Blood of Christ
Shed at Golgotha for
All of humanity so loved
By God he gave his only
Begotten son to pay the redemption price
There at the cross there at Calvary Hill
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Monday, February 21, 2022
893
Thursday, February 17, 2022
892
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
891
NEVER PROMISED
Since a rose garden was never promised,
There shouldn't be a regret in the set.
Which of us two should remain the calmest,
In rondelet where our lips first met?
A word spoken loosely by the psalmist,
Sweeps paradise from our table's fete.
How suddenly clear sky can turn to mist!
What is bargained for is not what we get!
There must have been rules poemed to this tryst.
Spread the dewdrops over morning, oh let
The waning moon, her waxing which we missed,
Go gently into sanctuary; wet
With tears of a beloved's gone to list.
The misunderstanding of romance bet.
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Monday, February 14, 2022
890
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Thursday, February 10, 2022
889
[Untitled (Landscape with Butterflies), c.1956by Dali at Wikipaintings]
WE THREE MAY BE SHADOWS
When i take out the garbage in the night
My shadow and i become three pass by
Then three again in a returning sight
Why are we three you may ask of me why
Tis because of two night lights beamed next door
My two shadows and me play at dramas
It's time for my bath when i've done this chore
I snuggle into comfy pajamas
Where are those shadows they've both run away
When did they run off can you tell me when
Is it because i didn't asked them to stay
They are going to make me lose my zen
Morning sun comes and nighttime moon follows
Chores to be done within all these hours
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Tuesday, February 8, 2022
888
The sun that sparked so hot so bright is like
A silver penny never worth the fight
For what of clouds holding a storm alike
Can heaven prevent a wayward glance now
Each day dazzles so hot so bright is like
Inferno walking the streets scant and bare
Timid ones are hidden away unlike
Brash revelers of heat and scorching sun
Is this a good time to go on a hike
If an arm can hide under cotton sleeve
Then sun can dance so hot so bright is like
© gillena cox 2022
Monday, February 7, 2022
887
Thursday, February 3, 2022
886
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