Truth Be Told - A Fold
They never believe me, why oh why?
My twin sister she is pretty, confident
In the way she spreads her mighty lie,
Mischief and misinformation, she,
Scattering these seeds, why oh why?
Am i ever an existence sturdy and strong?
To bend under the weight of a fly?
Perhaps i am intangible,
Could that be the reason why?
They hate me like bitter medicine,
Consumes tall tales of my twin sister, why oh why?
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A Heartfelt Prayer
Engrave your whistles morning birds,
So every clock is useless,
And let me awake to your hirds,
For dawn is always more or less,
That invitation to all the words,
Spoken from the a sunless,
Sky waiting for when moon,
Vanishes behind cloud curds.
© gillena cox 2025
Image courtesy dVerse poetry pub
All the fires of red calmed
She sits demurely
Confident of her power
To lure him away
From the one who loves him true
© gillena cox 2025
Heart Unclassified - Fold
There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:
Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,
At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,
Under a sky where destined birds fly;
Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,
Neither is it mixed or melded,
I can still taste coconut tart;
And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,
And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,
Its all there a science project of suspension;
No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.
© gillena cox 2025
Quadrille Indigo
The Western Main Road is abuzz,
Onlookers dance to soca music,
The children in costume frolic
Under azure sky, where layered
Cumulus, puff up like cotton candy
In the afternoon sky;
Here comes a masquerader
His indigo motifs resonate his
Dancing in blue sneakers.
© gillena cox 2025
