Beloved Moonshine
Meeting the storm with a kiss
Oblivious to what we will miss
The wind like the way snakes hiss
Country roads dusty
The put put of a tractor hasty
What she said so nasty
Ripples at surface lever
Where moon shine sever
The thoughts of dark nights ever
When the taste of sugar is sweet
And the taste of honey to eat
Let the colours of treacle meet
For moonshine lifts
The beloved with winding hearts
To taste to see the bloomed roses
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This Is Halloween — The Nightmare Before Christmas
So to grin and to grin
For tis the night we almost win
Next year to try again the sin
To lure all humans to the dark
We sing and chant hark hark
For even now a chance to bark
No ravens choose to sing like lark
But edgy dogs keep calling out
We're pumpkins round and stout
Some with lights some gone out
A scary season no doubt no doubt
Season to scare and souls to win
© gillena cox 2026
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Night of Fright And Fantasy
There was a moon that night We wanted to walk under its light. See the glimmer as the ripples over the sea distorted it, like a photo edited. But we were not alone in this desire.
For the dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead. Chains, it sounded like chains dragged across muffling grassland.
Near Halloween, the mind works in overtime fantasizing: Headless horsemen, witches, grinning pumpkins. All this and more, that had been stored on the subconsious plane. Regurgitating fantasy and fury, horror and mayhem. So much can a mind encounter.
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Handkerchief from his pocket
The magician's deft hands
A rose blossomed
Red so red
Nose on the clown's face
The sweet breath of a garden
Morning is here
Air pocket in the cloud
A loud aeroplane jets through
Mending fences skyward
Where distance diminishes
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That's It For Today
Fourth quarter
Changed climate days still hot
One hundred days of
Christmas music happening
A legend dissapates
His legacy of music to all claim
In twos and threes they fly by
Early morning birds with song
To be or not so at all
Poetry the food of the soul
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ENJOY THE MUSIC OF
The Late "Mighty Sparrow"
(9 Jul 1935 - 27th September 2026)
