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[To Mark Let the poetic sound of moons and stars invade your night thoughts to give you sweet dreams always for in your dreams lies the happiness you truly want. hope you enjoy the book Michelle ]

GOODNIGHT MY SWEET

Shall i describe my moon to you,
Unlike that dame living in a shoe?

It's good to be under the open stars,
I' m surely nowhere near mars.

But is not your moon my moon?
Ah! to see you close i swoon.

For i read from pages of love,
And yearn for your tender love.

Just the way it used to be, sweet.
Goodnight my love until we meet.

GOODNIGHT MY SWEET © gillena cox 2022

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On the flyleaf

 Challenge: Pick ONE inscription from a list given as topic for your poemPlace the chosen inscription as epigraph at the start of your postEnter this portal to the past and use your imagination.

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spoonfuls of longing

longing is etched

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 NO DECEMBER!!!

November knows what no 

December will bring.

An extra early January 

With a loop in between.

No one wants this.

Not Santa. Not the elves.

No ho ho ho;

 No Christmas trees.

No gifts; no carols. 

No parang in T&T

No sorrel; no black cake.

No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day 

No! No one wants this.
 NO DECEMBER!!! © gillena cox 2022

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[in this ixora mosaic -ixora flowers and fruit - from my garden]

IXORAS NEAR THE WALL

Morning prayer,

A withered indigo sky

Backdrops my breath.

To spruce up my vision,

I exclaim "a deer?"

Mists shadow imagination.

Disowning fetish

Of juniper berries,

Ixoras acclaimed

Near the wall.

Bright yellow, even before

Midmorning sunshine.

IXORAS NEAR THE WALL © gillena cox 2022

QUADRILLE - WINGED

Turning the corner,

Into the dusty lift of

Pigeons winging up,

Pink feet tucked under,

Loud flapping sounds,

What a nusiance

To people with bare faces!

Now that masks

Are casual wear. 

Do they care?

Those pigeons do

As they may.

They are pigeons. 

QUADRILLE - WINGED © gillena cox 2022

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THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from

 "Deer's Breath of Every Color" by Max Early: 

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November Quadrille #164 Winging it

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Monday WRites # 371

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 HAPPY NOVEMBER 

You've heard about the Monday Blues 

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THAT MOON 

Shining through, the lonely lady of night

Like a cyclops, sees

Every indecent proposal

Posted to a disgusted face.

Under the cherry moon, one bright

Spring night, she tossed a rose

To the heap awaiting garbage disposal.

You see it was a case

Of unrequited love; how wrong so right,

There the meaningless token,

Awakening no arousal

Of appreciation for a vase,

Was cast away out of her sight.

Cocktail breathed a sigh of relief,

The color of night was lethal,

An assault of sensitivities at base.

Fifty shades of grey just might

Be, the perfect hue of that moon global.

THAT MOON © gillena cox 2022

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 Given this list of razzies to include one or more in a poemShining Through (1982)The Lonely Lady (1983)Under the Cherry Moon (1986)Cocktail (1988)Indecent Proposal (1993)Color of Night (1994)Showgirls (1995)The Postman (1997)Battlefield Earth (2000)Swept Away (2002)Catwoman (2004)I Know Who Killed Me (2007)Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)

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[image courtesy dVerse]

Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts

She liked the months of October and November. The brilliant reds oranges and yellows and then the decaying browns

All of this was to her a statement of skeletons; the caw of blackbirds and the future of red cardinals against snow

Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat and its choreography of light and darkness in  nimble piroettes

‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’

© gillena cox 2022

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Using the given  line ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’from Tulips & Chimneys, by E. E. Cummings and is the last line of  IX- Impressions:

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A HAPPY NOVEMBER 

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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LOVE LOST

The rain that sat upon a leaf

Stayed there till morning came

When daylight sat in sky so high

I heard them sing a song of love 

Tis not for sorrow nor for grief

The shoeless man was lame

He lost his money in a gamble

And kept one side of her glove

Calypso singers in their lief

Sing words of unfair game

Tis said he had shed the tear

For she was his lovey dove

Ne'er to look back in disbelief

He knew he was fool all the same

LOVE LOST © gillena cox 2022

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