Chains
chai in his hat
sic
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cha cha cha
sin as an
aha
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chins a sac
inch inch inch
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Visa Card
My smile is as broad as it is wide,
Its perfect and its genuine,
'Somewhere in the future'
The signpost reads.
All my books are in every bookstore,
And kids say look mum
I want this one;
Mum smiles too, as she reaches for her visa card.
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A Secret Wish
She; across the seas, had heard about this relative since she was knee high. They said he was a tyrant and a boisterious no good fellow. He valued only his opinions and thought that he alone should have a voice.
She left him high and dry. Search high search low, he couldn't find her - his wife of three years. Three years was more than enough time for her to admit she had made a huge mistake. She made good trusted friends, saved some money and found herself somewhere else to live.
Here she was in the big apple for the first time. It was November. And her curiosity proded, to see this creature everyone wanted to stay away from. One of his wife's friends reluctantly agreed to take her there; but in her mind she was thinking, snow would be the easy way out.
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Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
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#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
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Autumn foliage from Pinterest
Fall Is Not Just A Season
I remember falling in the street;
I was not dizzy, it was no treat.
Falling on the church steps,
Be assured, there was no vortex.
In the car park, after lunch;
And after such a good munch.
Street smart and healthy,
I remember falling.
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Meloncholy Misery: Or The Scream In My Dream.
Dark place;
The stumble through dreamscape,
Falling falling dropping, into
Nightmare;
Scenes borrowed from screen dramas
Backdrop a canvas of muddy fright figures;
Suddenly, omnious weapon of death threatens;
Is this then the end, the way to go?
Steeped in despair,
Surrender should quieten this black soul of depression;
Only, the surpise of flight and a scream ensues,
The transport to reality hones questions such as:
Isn't this want you wanted when you decked yourself for a pity party?
How now then;
The unwillingness to accept the Fates' gift to nothingness;
Ah but:
Absolve, is a gift of guarding angels
© gillena cox 2023
