Shane
My pet of high school days,
Would stand by me in so many ways,
He walked me to the bus stop,
And waited my return,
How did he know when i would be home,
Shane - my pet my dog my pal,
What a pal!
© gillena cox
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Shane
My pet of high school days,
Would stand by me in so many ways,
He walked me to the bus stop,
And waited my return,
How did he know when i would be home,
Shane - my pet my dog my pal,
What a pal!
© gillena cox
[The Dreamer,” an oil painting by Caspar David Friedrich from the period 1820-1840, ]
To Sleep
Night is generally for sleeping
I toss and turn
Close my eyes, then open them; peeping
Again pull up the covers; durn
If its too hot like; roasting
I pull them down again; stern
My opened eyes espy; the dark's in
I think may be a nightlight; kerne
Or a glass of water; pouring
Or a dream; yearn
But first to sleeping
For there are no daydreams at night; learn
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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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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.
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
© gillena cox
I used the line "Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest" Sonnet 3 By William Shakespeare