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STARRY STARRY NIGHT
on a cold wintry night
sparks of his historical birth

warmth of innocence that night
touched every grain of desert sand

a saviour there lay at night
happy the word for his coming

silencing the winds of the night
into the light of a thousand stars

yet brighter shone in the night
his manger star a guiding light
STARRY STARRY NIGHT© gillena cox 2015


Written for Kerry O'Connor's prompt
In A Grain of Sand ~ Micro Poetry



The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines... The subject matter is left wide open, but bear in mind the 'In a Grain of Sand' angle.

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COLOURS
Of all the colours enhancing
Sky seems most embracing
Not even the emerald sparkles
Of great ocean largess
Can outdo her enchantment

Blue denims parched and faded
I'll listen to the blues
When i'm feeling low down sad

The mountains loom larger after
The tantrum of rainy days
And tiny flowers in dots brighten
The Savannah variously hued

Green leaves
And blades of grasses
Lucky charms
In four leaf clovers

Sunset extends burnished at last
Tired is day and happy is night
Stardust will sprinkle wishes to sight

Orange marmalade
Sweeten the butter
Oranges and lemons
To morning zest brighten
COLOURS © gillena cox 2015

Written for Sumana's prompt

Colours

Monday WRites 40

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MIST
There is a mist, settled over the mountain
A soft rain whispers a song of early morning
All of sweet dew, drooping palms to pertain
In the street a pigeon struts her nonchalance
Not many faces turn to look over the mountain
The start of a new work week embraces so many
Umbrellas will greet the drizzle, clouds contain
Commuter or driver, yet to wrestle traffic peaks
Surly Monday tempers, in decent hearts amounting
Fit the iterate fate, of facing a weekend ended
There goes the mist now, rising over the mountain
MIST © gillena cox 2015



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





linking to also to The Tuesday Platform

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GINGER BEER AND SORREL
Sorrel drink and ginger beer
Pass the glasses round my dear
Christmas time is surely here
Azure sky again to cheer
Christmas time is here
Now Parang breezes veer
Whiffs of salty ham to steer
Sing merrily, have no fear
Ruby red and golden clear
Fill our empty glasses dear
Sorrel drink and ginger beer
© gillena cox 2015


Written for Hedgewitch's prompt
Flash 55 Plus


Our Challenge comes from a traditional English carol called The Holly and The Ivy.
We are to, use the emphasis of the carol on the two plants, and on pairings, explore, contrast or complement the idea of two: two colors, two symbols, two plants, two animals, two events, two people... two of anything; various pairings of elements as the carol does.
Write exactly 55 words--no more, no less--of prose, poetry or microfiction on the topic of your choice, and link it to this challenge.

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image below my Paranderos 2009 haiga reposted

PARADEROS
He is aged, like the mountains surrounding green valleys
His teeth, what's left of them, stained with aguinaldos
Announcements; from maracas shaking, mandolin strumming
Men, chanting of the king born in a manger to Mary
El Senor, they call him
Ah those women, in frilly skirts like swaying bougainvillea
On branch tips, espadrilles embedded, on dancing feet
The rum, free and hot, gushes through blood-heated veins
Here passion flows to warm already hots days, when gypsy like
They stray from their homes, to carry the spirit of Christmas days.
This vintage energy still lives,in the young ones, singing
The strains of the parang today
PARADEROS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Susan's prompt

Energy, Vitality

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THE WAITING
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
Fairy winds blow such whimsies
Dusting pleas to far away galaxies
A king is to come in glory
He returns for sure who knew me
As a thought stirred in creation
As a breath whispered in oration
A host of angels
For rightful destiny assembles
He is coming again
This king, creation to regain
I wait behind a curtain
Veiled in hope for certain
THE WAITING © gillena cox 2015


Written for Bjorn's prompt
Waiting for something good... or not

Will link also to The Tuesday Platform

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photos of me dread

DREAD
Square pegs are not for round craters
That is if you want a fitted match
Apples are fruit and so are tomatoes
Sometimes distance is minuscule
Not like stars or dreams
I'm always in dread of being lumped in goo
Like not too nicely done oatmeal
How many times have i said to my children
"Well i'm not such and such's mum, so NO!!!"
Oh and; this is a good one - " i'm not You women
I am A woman"
On a sandy beach no one dares counting particles
yet, how lovely the layout
Square pegs can fill a round basket
I used to be dread (smiles)
No, no no
Not evil scary dread; dread.
DREAD © gillena cox


Written for

Fireblossom Friday: Dread
I choose to write a fun piece; lightheartedness is what i do best