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
At Near Mudnight - A Fold
Riding at super speed, at near midnight,
Tree silhouettes stayed their stance,
I saw a moon oh so bright,
I wanted to just have it for myself,
You should hear my gallop at near midnight,
Of what, i have no idea,
My trusty steed took a fright,
There before us, the grim reaper grinned,
Said i at this time of night,
Get thee hence! still, he did swipe,
Off rolled my poor head, at near midnight.
© gillena cox 2025
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Truth Be Told - A Fold
They never believe me, why oh why?
My twin sister she is pretty, confident
In the way she spreads her mighty lie,
Mischief and misinformation, she,
Scattering these seeds, why oh why?
Am i ever an existence sturdy and strong?
To bend under the weight of a fly?
Perhaps i am intangible,
Could that be the reason why?
They hate me like bitter medicine,
Consumes tall tales of my twin sister, why oh why?
© gillena cox 2025
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
Confetti Sky - A Fold
Caught; a handful of magic in mittened hand,
Softly and gently some touched my cheek,
They came to me without wave of wand,
Snowflakes seen for very first time,
Out of pale blue sky, magic in mittened hand;
Called to witness this divine confetti,
I almost swoon as they land,
Light as a feather tired of sailing,
I agree, snowflakes are little poems grand,
Written on the wind for all to see,
Happy tourist i, magic in mittened hand.
© gillena cox 2023
