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Monday, September 7, 2015

Monday WRites 28



THE BOOTH
The polling booth,
Somewhat like a confessional,
Here, you alone can practice truth,
About futures
In quickness, hands must steer exceptional,
So as not to put to the test,
The patience of the waiting queue.
© gillena cox


Its Polling Day here in Trinidad and Tobago


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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #28, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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Monday, August 10, 2015

Monday WRites 24

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #24, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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MAGICAL
Tree aromas perfumed our afternoon stroll
Distilling silence, only love immersed the soul
You and me for ever and ever that was our desire
Bright flames of the heart, Oh lets us feed this fire!

Distilling silence, only love immersed the soul
Shadows will soon paint the evening stole
There are some flowers will resist night's sleep
Ever vigilant ones like ixoras stay open to peep

You and me for ever and ever that was our desire
Passion never to wane, enchant us frogs, to this mire!
Let our kiss then, be magical, transformed together
We as one, be safe haven for every kind of weather

Bright flames of the heart, Oh lets us feed this fire!
For tomorrow comes in stealth as clouds for hire
This cannot be a helpless state where fantasy lies
For regaled in our I do's therein our future resides
© gillena cox

[Two days away; remembering August 12th, the day i was married, in 1971]





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Monday, August 3, 2015

Monday WRites 23

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #23, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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SHADOW FIGURE
Extensive,
we make shadows,
not knowing the play of life upon us;
contrasting skies,
like warriors marking trenches,
to bury memories,
evoking left lovers behind,
slipping moons;
changing shape like play dough,
in the hands of children,
sensitive to the innocence,
of smiles and trusting,
that today is all there is,
of tomorrow's dream;

Curtailed,
in the volume of unspent eons,
basking in scars unfading,
still fresh,
ever fresh the dirt of millipedes,
shuffled in tiny bickerings,
of wavering patterns,
signalling the wearisome task,
that births new constellations;
flickering lights,
bright unseen meteors,
of processes traveling,
travailing universes,
existing on the fringe of,
mind shattering kaleidoscopes;

Eyeballed,
stars twinkle in response to,
programmed eternity;
already the dearth of answers,
filed in the to do,
folders of hard drive realities;
when night succumbs,
to daybreak twitterings;
only because a phase of,
sieved light filtered through
then the shadows dancing
on the wall of the puppeteer's dare
somersaulted into yesterday again
© gillena cox 2013 [ first published at Poem Hunter dot com]






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Monday, July 27, 2015

Monday WRites 22

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #22, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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CANTALOUPE
This poem is a cantaloupe
Almost the colour of pumpkin, yet not quite
This poem has a skin rough like stony paths
Only not quite so gravelly
There are sunlight patterns on the wall, on the floor
On the tongue, a taste of delight after morning prayer

Still the news carry stories of heinous crimes
Switch on, switch off, the issues remain
People unkind to one another, greed, hatred, wars

This poem seeks a knife,
To peel off the rough skin, to scoop out the seeds
To slice the juicy, fragrant, delicious flesh
Place it in a bowl, then shout to the world
Come! partake of this! there is enough for everyone
Taste it! this poem, is, a cantaloupe.
© gillena cox 2015





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Monday, May 25, 2015

Monday WRites #13

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #13; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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CREATION SONG 1
What brush daubs morning
Splendor of bird songs
Whose at the tip of sky-grey yawning

Breath awakened the night longs
To go in concealment

What wonders bring you daylight
To steer a course of puzzlement
Do you have that right

Lo! the fullness of day no one
Dares claim for his own
© gillena cox 2015





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