VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Tuesday, October 6, 2026
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Monday, October 5, 2026
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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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Thursday, October 1, 2026
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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)
Tuesday, September 29, 2026
1455
One Only
Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,
Framing a moon serving her light,
For all to spectacle when outside,
But only one in the dead of night,
Wished to saunter there outdoors,
For this particular moonlit sight,
Maybe not yet the deep autumn,
This moon though shining bright
Has had various stories all to tell
Of one out there in the dead of night.
Monday, September 28, 2026
1454
Some Mornings
Some mornings out in my backyard, i would sit in silence, in company with sky, sometimes bland, sometimes cloudy, waiting, watching for the sunrise.
There were many mornings the daymoon waited with me. I would look up without my glasses and view the fuzzy daymoon, my faithful companion.
Then a few years ago, i had cataract surgery to both my eyes. Now my daymoon vision is enhanced
without eye glasses -
daymoon in the early sky
the clear sharp outlines
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Thursday, September 24, 2026
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Tuesday, September 22, 2026
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Along A Winding Road
The road is narrow,
Narrow enough for the bus,
And a swirling breeze;
The view from the window
Steep and slooping,
Seems endless;
But there are fields,
Christophene fields,
The vegetable, is also called chayote;
There are streamers on some of the plants,
Would they be like scarecrows,
To discourage birds,
And secure the harvest;
No other vehicle passes us ,
Along the narrow road,
So happy for that,
Had there been another,
Our hearts would beat its fastest;
How would another vehicle fit,
Along this narrow road,
Winding its way,
Way above steep slooping fields below;
We journey on with interest and,
Brave hearts.
© gillena cox 2026







