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painting 'Starry Night' by Van Gogh from google dot com

gentle breezy night -
counting stars, just the bright ones
from a fixed number
--gillena cox


I am back linking today to
Carpe Diem #481, Helpful (Mongolian Mythology ... in a way)


Recuerda Mi Corazon Haiku My Heart

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image from google dot com

hot bright evening -
the setting sun halted
in salute
--gillena cox



Honoring a grand lady poet Maya Angelou(86)who died today; Two of my all time favourites from her are
'Phenomenal Woman' and 'Still I Rise'




Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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image from google dot com

driftwood stances -
cloud sheathed angels shift
over the horizon
-- gillena cox



I am blog hopping today

Inspired by the prompt drift at

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image courtesy Magpie Tales

a bowl a dart
an old straw hat -
you'll find it

here be my guess at the old thrift shop

piano songs
the old masters fingered -
hidden memories

ah! to reside at the old thrift shop

an amulet -
rare and potent magic
its quotient

its there somewhere in that old thrift shop

wheres and why fors
a bit of this and of that -
embeded bric-a-brac

it all comes eventually to the old thrift shop
--gillena cox



I am blog hopping today at

Magpie Tales Mag 221

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today's sunshine -
Julia butterflies frisk
their orange-ness
-- gillena cox


I am blog hopping today at

PP F: Week 11, Year 4


Recuerda Mi Corazon Haiku My Heart

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if the rain comes
soaking dry bones and boughs
window splatter

drawn curtains
the first drizzle
smell of parched
dry earth

this teasing teasing few drops
a child can count the raindrops

will the coming June
open generous bounty
to quench crawling ants

earthworms unseen they must be deeply asleep

still slumbering .. earthly sweet
........Caladiums .. know the answer

--gillena cox


I am blog hopping today at

Poetry Jam prompt - 'Rain'

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free clipart from google dot com

then leaves the fly -
through the diner's opened door
discontented stares
-- gillena cox



I am blog hopping today at

Inspired by the prompt fly at

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the emu a flightless Australian bird


image from google dot com

...The emu was very interested in dancing, so she flew down from her home beyond the clouds, and asked the birds if they would teach her to dance. A cunning old native companion replied: "We shall be very pleased to teach you our dances, but you could never learn with such long wings. If you like, we will clip them for you." The emu did not give much thought to the fact that short wings would never carry her home again. So great was her vanity that she allowed her wings to be clipped very short...read the whole story HERE

detention lines -
"the way of the transgressor..."
chalked on the black board
---- gillena cox

"The way of the Transgressor is exceedingly difficult " this was a frequent and favourite line given to kids in detention when i was a student at high school


I am blog hopping today at

6WS


The prompt at Nahaiwrimo today is emu, and i have double posted to my blog

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this present morning -
how silently blossoms are
skewed to littered streets
--gillena cox




I am blog hopping today at

Ruby Tuesdays Too

Inspired by the prompt present at

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image, freeclip art from google dot com

For 11 days, the protesters in Abuja have demanded Nigeria do more to rescue the girls, who were kidnapped more than three weeks ago by the Islamist terrorist group Boko Haram. They vow to sit every day until the girls are rescued. Read more HERE

Sunday savvy -
somewhere a mother smiles
a mother weeps

pricing orchids -
clouds competing
for my attention
--gillena cox

dandelions
and forsythia...
Sunday makes sense
--Pat Geyer USA


daylight moon
between the clouds --
Mother's day
--Archana Kapoor Nagpal, India



A Happy Mother's Day 2014 to visitors, fans and friends who are mothers; revisit Mother's Day 2013

Sunday Smiles
revisit Sunday Savvy #104 Today's Sunday Savvy is dedicated to mothers To share with me you can EMAIL me; you can COMMENT; and, since Sunday Savvy is now a meme,

you can also enter a LINK from your blog, at the Linky below







I am also blog hopping today at

Poetry Pantry #201

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Sunday savvy
under the shadows of clouds
a dried up fountain
--gillena cox


First Sunday of May! Wow this year seems to be flying

Sunday Smiles




Today is #104 in the series Sunday Savvy: revisit Sunday Savvy #103 What's your Sunday thought, Sunday wish, Sunday action today? To share with me you can EMAIL me; you can COMMENT; and, since Sunday Savvy is now a meme, you can also enter a LINK from your blog, at the Linky below







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Recuerda Mi Corazon Post Cards From Paradise


Poetry Pantry #200


Linking today to Monday Mellow Yellows