The word “advent” is derived from the Latin word “adventus”, which means “coming” – which refers to the coming of Christ.
Monday, December 18, 2023
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The word “advent” is derived from the Latin word “adventus”, which means “coming” – which refers to the coming of Christ.
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Living in the Caribbean, a hot area, there is no winter or snow.
Yet our liturgical expressions contain all the coldness of winter that traditionally have been ascribed to Christmas.
And those who have never heard of Santa and his reindeers; must be from another planet
We as children first and as adults have only to imagine and accept.it all.
That's not so bad even, for here longing sets in, and in the end many of us travel to fulfill our dreams.
[Well maybe not to the North Pole though😊]
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Monday, December 11, 2023
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Let It Snow
Her mummy read the story to her.
She listened wrapped in the wonder of snow.
It sounded like so much fun.
Oh yes! she wanted to go on vacation.
To spend Christmas
With her cousins in America.
[I do hope it snows, said gramma.]
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my granddaughter Zuri; on vacation wth her mummy, at her cousins in America Year 2016
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Tuesday, December 5, 2023
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[image 2CELLOS - Wherever I Go from google]
Starless Night Ponder
Night performs her haunting echoes
She is neither shy nor unwilling
Yet she is holding back her shine
There are no stars out tonight
Not even a Bethlehem guiding light
Who can fathom the depths of desire
When not even a blink from heaven
Strays into the thought of face
Looking upward hoping to hear of
Stars watching lowly humans below
Why is life moaning under a weight
Of contours, of borders, of delineations?
Who will spill a jar of watercolour
Wet on wet without care of spaces
Only shapes misting on smudgy
Areas to suffice
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Monday, December 4, 2023
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The Magic of My First Snow
Where was i? I was at my sister's home. I had flown across oceans so at that time, I was on vacation in New York. So back then, I was where i am.
When the snow began, she called me to the door. The door was slightly ajar. And there it was. My very first time, my very first snowflakes
For me this was oh so amazing. I stood at the doorway spellbound.
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Thursday, November 30, 2023
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Tropical mockingbird from google
rosary beads rolling
saying good morning
a tropical mocking bird
Jesus proclaims
the kingdom of God
third luminous mystery
morning cleared
to silverlined clouds
another dawn
has sketched her
ultimate beginnings
coolnes of a gentle zephyr
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Tuesday, November 28, 2023
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For my Daughter
for this daughter mine
every day thanks is given
it was worth the wait
after nine months fattening
curious to see
will her smile be like mine or
will she have her own
after fifty plus years she
has grown so lovely
a happy birthday to her
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Monday, November 27, 2023
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Wednesday, November 22, 2023
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22nd November 2023
Dear Yesterday
Please forgive me. I seem to have slipped into a crevice of time, to hide like an old fossil waiting for centuries to pass, knowing the wisdom of discovery is destined like the morning star.
What can i say i tend to be scatter-brained on those day when i deceide to let go of the ties of routine and become irregular like the fingers of climate change. Stoking fires in rainforests and flooding autumns with winter floes.
What delicious concoctions did the hostess shake up. Was there liquor at the dVerse bar to add to our fruit and vegetable palates.
Who came in first offering words to excite, enhance, or provoke the evening (or as time zones would have it the morning). Ah, here i am a dated day late, (but really only hours away) time zones again.
Please accept these few sentences, filled with the aplomb of your understanding that late too should be read with the joy in community and responding.
Your friend in poetry
gillena cox
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Monday, November 20, 2023
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Cutting Sorrel
Being an empty-nester i do not make a fuss about Christmas anymore. But i do hold on to that one tradition of making sorrel.
I have been giving my granddaughter for the past few years, a bottle of sorrel, since she is old enough to drink it and like it. She is 11 this year.
And outside of the fact of being an empty nester, my adult daughter and son are peculiar eaters. No meat, peculiar about which carbs they intake etc etc. So there you have it. Christmas for me now is about the music, church, sorrel, and online poetry friends.
thankful for memories
toys and children's loud voices -
cutting sorrel
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My sorrel recipe HERE
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Wednesday, November 15, 2023
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Old Ideas About Avacado
I leave my avocado to ripe,
Wrapped in old newspaper;
Who does that?
I do!
Why? i have no idea;
Its just the way i saw things done,
And i continue to do it too.
I'll then slice it up
Add lime to keep it yellow
Then mash it on to my toast
Yum!!!
Monday, November 13, 2023
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Photo by De Jackson courtesy dVerse poetry pub
Poetic Moon
Should all the adjectives be
As comely as me?
Describing, prescribing quality
No even asked for necessarily
Who howls at a round moon
If not a wolfish banter too soon
Released to a sultry night
Or even might
There be a dreamer coining words
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Thursday, November 9, 2023
1117
Chains
chai in his hat
sic
ha
cha cha cha
sin as an
aha
ha
chins a sac
inch inch inch
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Tuesday, November 7, 2023
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Visa Card
My smile is as broad as it is wide,
Its perfect and its genuine,
'Somewhere in the future'
The signpost reads.
All my books are in every bookstore,
And kids say look mum
I want this one;
Mum smiles too, as she reaches for her visa card.
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Monday, November 6, 2023
1115
A Secret Wish
She; across the seas, had heard about this relative since she was knee high. They said he was a tyrant and a boisterious no good fellow. He valued only his opinions and thought that he alone should have a voice.
She left him high and dry. Search high search low, he couldn't find her - his wife of three years. Three years was more than enough time for her to admit she had made a huge mistake. She made good trusted friends, saved some money and found herself somewhere else to live.
Here she was in the big apple for the first time. It was November. And her curiosity proded, to see this creature everyone wanted to stay away from. One of his wife's friends reluctantly agreed to take her there; but in her mind she was thinking, snow would be the easy way out.
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Thursday, November 2, 2023
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Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
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#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
Tuesday, October 31, 2023
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[book image from google]