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[Trinidadian Leroi Clarke
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LOVE OF BEAUTY IS TASTE. THE
CREATION OF BEAUTY IS ART
To channel soul in colours - Love
Stemming tides of
Fanciful exposure, all for the sake of beauty
Can trees twitter? and birds sprout? is
This a mindful state to endure? this taste.
Strongly measured, in strokes and dabs. The
Spell which strangles reality in creation
And in processing, what of
New challenges, new ways in stating beauty
Cognizant of what is,
The 'already there', if only in the mind of Art
LOVE OF BEAUTY IS TASTE. THE CREATION OF BEAUTY IS ART © gillena cox 2016

This is my first attempt at line end acrostic, hope you enjoy this

Written for Prompt Nights -Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is Art – [15]


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Linking to The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 27

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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 #27, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



FORGED FROM THE LOVE OF LIBERTY
Forged a nation sturdy
From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose
The love of country to propel us always
Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship

From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose,
Mountains peaked in tridium rise
Against strong winds there to fortress
Regaled are we in this land of trinity

The love of country to propel us always
Kindness in word and deed will retain us
On a path of betterment and continuity
Leaving behind a legacy of wise stewardship

Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship
Bird songs to serenade in azure skies
Oceans resonate in conch shells, as we blow
Breath of each day back to our source in prayer
© gillena cox



"Forged from the love of liberty" is the first line of the National Anthem of Trinidad and Tobago.
❧✿❧Happy Independence Day 2015 to everyone in Trinidad and Tobago❧✿❧
The month of August is also Steelband Month in Trinidad and Tobago






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... most historians contend that jellybeans were first linked with celebrations of Easter in the United States sometime in the 1930s for its egg-like shape. In politics, jelly beans earned fame as Ronald Reagan claimed them as his favorite treat.


HAPPINESS
And, as night stood, cobalt blue,
They now cower'd around a cold moon,
All strident clouds of daytime sun shivering;
Lived by the light, slept in the night;
Happily then, one bright star, sang a lullaby;
Ever these words so sweetly heard,
After, they had supped, on jellybeans
© gillena cox 2015








Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Happiness

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The Assembly of the Gods, after the frescoes in the Loggia of the Farnesina in Rome - by (after) Raphael (Raffaello Sanzio of Urbino); image from google dot com



PHEW!
Poems poured in,
How they danced,those words,
Erotic sambas to boot,
Why? for a trophy of worth

Port of call,
Here we are, here we are,
Excited to have gone the mile,
Winners then, are we all.
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt
Poems In April Final Day
CHALLENGE: (from Isadora Gruye) A BANG...A WHIMPER....A SYLLABANT HISS as we find ourselves at the end of yet another National Poetry Month.

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this haiga first published at Lunch Break


PINK - a quatrain
Pink daubs the poui blossom
Illustrating seasons of Easter
Narrating tales of happy aplomb
Kites dip and rise higher, higher.
© gillena cox





Written for
Poems In April DAY TWENTY FIVE Turning Pink

CHALLENGE: Our prompt today is to write a new poem or prose poem using the word pink in the title or verses. Write in free verse or form, the choice is yours. Here's wishing you all a good Saturday & happy weekend ~ Grace (aka Heaven) .

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image courtesy 'the imaginary garden with real toads'



“Live Long and Prosper”
― Leonard Nimoy


Live this new day, and another, for yet more life awaits
Long strides of hope to trek the mountains encountered
And prosper in love and kindness on this beautiful planet

Live long for life is more precious than yearning
And converse in a stewardship of continuity ever
Prosper the care that receiving such a bounty warrants

Live long live strong for the voluminous winds of tomorrow
And in the striving and the giving, there amass the gold to
Prosper the soul of eternity where galaxies whirl through time

Live to breathe the soul's purpose of fanning glories
Long recorded in the mind of history even before becoming
And prosper in the lifelong toil of twinkling just star-like
© gillena cox






Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY EIGHTEEN The Legacies of Nimoy & Pratchett
CHALLENGE: from today's prompt,to read selection of the quoted words of either man, until you find the one that inspires you to write an original poem.

Monday WRites 7

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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 #7; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ my poem today is an quote acrostic ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


“Time is the school in which we learn.”
― Joan Didion


OF TIME
Time: largesse of universal being;
Is this really all there is to life?
The sum total of vast yearnings?
School: that platform of curving lines,
In excess of drawn reality schemed,
Which, if not directed to here nor there,
We drift, in gazillion star gates to no avail;
Learn then must we, to direct our gaze.
© gillena cox

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I Wrote in response to the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY THIRTEEN - The Poetry In A Quote
THE CHALLENGE: choose one or more of Joan's quotes as a springboard for your poetry.

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image 'Purple Heaven' by Ryse95 courtesy Deviant Art



PURPLE EVER
I am never at the end of this journey
Merely a passer by in your time surely
Purple ever, the colour of snow and sky
One has only to nod and never to sigh
Shirring sounds echo, mimicking helicopters
Shhh, shhhh music is never to loud for ears
Inverted into exactly one million cells airs
Beautiful melodies for two-feet tapping
Loud is omitted from every word art mapping
Energy abounds and seasons flow in symmetry
© gillena cox




Written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam 'Impossibility'