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 Morning Speaks Softly

When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

And morning birds dot its reserves,

Tree branches are sure to observe,

There is no need of noises loud.

And life to witness sunrise is proud;

More breaths are added now to this curve,

Paint all faces to worship and to serve,

When overhead sky is blank of cloud.

Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,

Not because they so deserve,

Rather that they may conserve,

There is no need of noises loud.

When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

Another dash of light and dark to swerve

There is no need of noises loud.

© gillena cox 2024

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Dream Rescue  - A Fold

Inbreath, what a handsome angel,

He flew into my plight, bringing

Just the right solution, the right gel,

Sweetening a tired night's dream;

I leave behind, a handsome angel,

Colours so intense are stressful,

One can fall into a pond pel mel,

Like the little adventurous Alice girl,

It's child play like Farmer In The Del;

O fantasy! whose reality are you

To craft such a handsome angel?
© gillena cox 2024

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 Vampire quadrille

insatiable to warmth and life,

monsters of night bringing strife,

for their cold rapport no sunlight,

only discord to warrant fright,

a click of fangs,

to soothe their pangs,

these bloodthirsty beings of dark,

even the ravens will cry out, hark!

beware the night!

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 Solvitur ambulando – A Fold poem

we went through our neighbourhood walking

and praying it was all so natural

no one had to ask another calling

through the telephone what time will we start

it was tradition through our neighbourhood walking

singing praises in the streets on liturgical occasions

pre -covid days were all about scheduling

there was much more projection in our tomorrows

whether we made it through living or dying

then came the disrupter wielding mask and distance

upsetting our neighbourhood walking

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Heat Tableau

Why is it today?

my entire  soul,

being a-ruffle,

as the rain leaves us,

to scorch and to burn.

victim of climate 

changing its wary

ways; hotter than hot,

rainier than wet

days, of yesteryears.

the noisy fan whirrs,

i scribe words to soothe

my new discomfort,

of climate days changed,

and yet still changing,

oh what a challenge.

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 Laughter: a fold poem

Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon,

For laughter needs no reason

Laugh for you know not soon

The time to be serious comes

All her funny shaping laugh at the moon,

She lingers she hides 

She can make a lover's heart swoon

Laughter clears the eyes to see

Tomorrow is merely a disc and a spoon

Running away into imagination

So don't be afraid to laugh even at the moon,

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NOTE: Line one is from Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda

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 Quadrille - Spin

Come now children sit thee in a circle

I'll spin a yarn, yes i'll tell a tale

No one will leave until i say crick crack

And the story ends.

Tales of dounes and silk cotton trees

And spiders spinning their very finest web

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