Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts

Sunday, January 15, 2017

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"The Virgin understands the mystery of total surrender," he went on. and having loved and suffered, she freed us from pain. In the same way that Jesus freed us from sin.
By The River Pierda I Sat Down And Wept - Paulo Coelho.


HANDMAIDEN [2]
The Virgin, written in the mind of God,
She, who is chosen, and fashioned to will,
Understands, her task at hand;
Mystery of total surrender,
To time unfolded, and time yet unraveled;
Time it is, resounds in her - Yes

~His love inflames her before her being completes~

After she has been his resident thought,
She it is, who is vessel of honour;
The innocent lamb thus, is born for a world,
The perfect sacrifice from a world,
Where only himself begotten, can cleanse,
Can heal, and grant mercy to disobedience.
HANDMAIDEN © gillena cox 2017


Written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Inside the Ink (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
The Challenge: to take a quote from the last book you read, and turn it into a new three-stanza poem or a very short story (of 313 words or fewer). Dance with the quote, laugh with it… cry with it—make us feel what the words made you feel. Please share the book quote and title.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

76


... 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

Saturday, April 18, 2015

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“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.
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Monday, April 13, 2015

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

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“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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