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[image Columbus Inspired from Wikipedia]


WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED
In ships three
Santa Maria, Pinta and Niña
They set out to sea

They sailed and sailed
But mutiny stung his men's heart
“ Give me my men but three days"

This was his voyage three
Lo! ahoy! he saw the peaks three
And named the landmass La Trinity

Some say he governed with greed
And his rule was one of tyranny
The Columbus brothers three

Christopher, Bartolomé, and Diego
Returns to Spain from voyage three
Reward to chains of imprisonment

Freed eventually and rewarded
Were the Columbus brothers three
This is a small tale

In lines of three presented
Three cheers for
The island of Trinidad
WHEN THREE SHIPS SAILED © gillena cox 2016

Written For Hedgewitch's prompt
Poetry To The Third Power

The Challenge:The idea of three can appear in any form and in any association in your poem: three objects, as in the floating heads shown in the painting by Odilon Redon below, three places, events, people, states of mind, directions, colors, or whatever, as long as you incorporate the number as a meaningful element of your piece.

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[empty tomb - image from google dot com]


AWE OF RUINS
Days remaining, shadowed in doubtful failing light
Light regarding, shone on past to present line
Line curving, pointed in one dimensional vision
Vision slipping, honed of voices hushed to silence
Silence remaining, spoke of trust to harvest futures
Futures sustaining, carved of words good in hope
Hope retaining, bounded by fists refusing to open
Open cajoling, chanted thus the refrain of "sesame"
Sesame hearing, emptied a cave in morning sunlight
Sunlight blinding, chimed an end - beginning days
AWE OF RUINS © gillena cox 2016

Written for
In The Remains of This Month (April!)

The Challenge by Outlawer: this 16th day of this crazy month of April write something that stems from this word--remains, remaining, remainder-- and I post pictures of sculptures I have taken or pieces that seem to me to be remains of some kind. (Feel free to do an ekphrastic poem and certainly to use your own pictures.)

AND

The Challenge by Sanaa:
On Popular Demand – Pour me drops of glorious sunshine [4]


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The Challenge by Magaly
Of Peculiar Fun and Me – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 7)

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[a google dot com image]


THE REASON BEING
Crunch colour and lace
Who sets the pace

Just because, angels respond
Not every sylph will be blonde

Falling lilacs when they carpet
dull spaces in their contacts

Break the spell of doldrums
Even now Spring time comes
THE REASON BEING © gillena cox 2016


Revisit to read
Angels
Crunch colour and lace
Falling Lilacs

Written for Magaly's prompt
A Poem of Our Own

The Challange: to create poetry into which we weave the titles of 3 of our own poems.

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Prompt Nights – Spring is the time of land’s awakening [11]

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[anteater: a google dot com image]


SOMEWHAT SILLY
Do anteaters eat aunts?
What a wildlife to live!
And of uncles, would they flaunt
A tongue so fickle, as to give,
Riddles to every question asked?

Chased by the pride of lions

Truly, i'd rather be an aardvark
Running fast and burrowing deep;
So grandma can sing me to sleep.
SOMEWHAT SILLY © gillena cox 2016


Written for Kerry's prompt
Get Listed! ~ The Compound Word Edition

The challenge: to use compound words in constructive and imaginative ways:a minimum of three words to include in your poem of the day.

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Day 3: Idiots Herding the Blind 4/6

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[image courtesy the imaginary garden]


HAS IT SPROUTED YET
never again to traverse the hill
nor the dales dear Panza
for broken jaws and wasted spears
if not by maidens be despised

forlorn this pinwheel spins a tale
such were the jasmines we planted
where giants we accosted
by folks windmills they were cursed
have they sprouted dear Panza
HAS IT SPROUTED YET © gillena cox 2016

Written for
Flash 55 PLUS!


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[a google dot com image]


SECURE
Shield me fold upon fold
Tight as a bud, secure in
The prime of moon's swooning

Let the freshness of morning,
Jewel me dewdrops, to awaken
My desire, for cloud filled skies;

Oh harness the songs of birds
Twittering for another dawn
Of dreams that poets may pen

To say nay, to look away,
Surely you jest, for i wither,
I wilt, without morning light
SECURE © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Prompt Nights – Sûrement vous plaisantez – Surely you jest [10]

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SO CRUEL
Who stones the path of love, with soleless shoes
In paradise, awaits nectar, no one sings the blues

Run to the fountain, where love, flows ever free
Trumpet your choruses, busying flutter, as a bee

Where, under shady trees, congas rock after school
Why, string the puppet now, you gotta be so cruel
SO CRUEL © gillena cox 2016

Written for Isadora's prompt
Out of Standard - What's My Line

The Challenge: to write a poem incorporating the lyrics as you misunderstood them to be. Never misheard a song lyric, or just not getting inspirado from yours?
We all have one....that one song lyric we have misheard and believed to be accurate only to find out some time later (and probably after some great debate) that the real lyrics are something else entirely.

I chose "So Rude" by the group Magic, when i first heard the song, i thought they were singing [Why you gotta be so cruel]