© gillena cox
VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
1403
Monday, May 11, 2026
1402
[image Frederick Carl Frieseke (American, 1874 – 1939), The Bird Cage courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
A Bird In A Cage
That song, that mesmerising song. Some things are just not good for an unsober head, carrying a mind of non direction, crazed in booze, and too bold women, and the faint perfume.
From its chalice steals, the sacred blend of dignity, divinity, deep serious contemplation and remorse, by morning glare. When did it occur to them to look for him, to ask about him.
Weren't they drinking buddies? Weren't buddies supposed to look after one another? It is a sad day went a friend goes missing, like a phantom, out of the night. When a friend's wife is left alone; to listen to the song of a bird in a cage.
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Tuesday, May 5, 2026
1401
Roses In Conversation
Afternoon delight, bordeaux
Tangles summer song;
Windrush, sea foam, penny lane and white wings
Sound on a brass band;
Restless, queen of hearts
Signs: No surrender!
Peace! shouts a mermaid at Golden Gate;
The Eiffel Tower is in France;
Ebb tide is upon us Desdemona,
Pass the cayenne pepper please, dear Quicksilver.
Monday, May 4, 2026
1400
Thursday, April 30, 2026
1399
Humour of Glass
By that look
You gave me in
temper of thy
Rigid humour of glass
Ladybugs crawl and
Babies babble to tell
Wonderful stories of the
Unknow which when we face
Then only thou
Knowest and viewest
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I used the line "Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest" Sonnet 3 By William Shakespeare
Tuesday, April 28, 2026
1398
The Seven Grandfather Teachings : A Fold Poem
They call him turtle oh so slow
He's not a bird not a swift or eagle
Pondering the life as it should go
With teeth as of the beaver no lies to chew
Gathering yet the truths oh so slow
He weaves a testament solid
Scales on his back harden you know
Enough to shelter the culture
Life can be humbling wolf will say so
Him with others make up the whole
Courageous like mother bear but oh so slow
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, April 27, 2026
1397
Who knows the mind of a melon, sweet or mild or tart? When the storm has spent its fury and the earthquake stops to stare at man's humiliation. When bombs drop no more, when chatter is not the noise of teeth in a winter's spell. And angels wings fold like a bud unfurled.
dewdrops on a leaf
in dawn's silence; earlier
is when it happens
© gillena cox 2026







