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Blue Mood : A Fold Poem
When she left him, sadness reigned
Supreme, in every aspect of his being;
It's hard to say why, everytime it rained
He picked up his guitar, but never shed a tear;
Still, when she left him, sadness reigned;
Music can stir the soul in every way,
In every emotional state named,
Yet he choose the rain, to strum
Away those feelings, that to him pained
A heavy heart, heavier than a paint brush,
Truely when she left him, sadness reigned
© gillena cox 2025
Yet Another
The sounds of last year fights
The eve of New Year;
Booming noises, sparkling lights,
Questions arise,
As sounds of last year fights:
With our hope spirits,
Will it be better even if in slight?
Pondering is always the mood;
As this margin in time so slight,
Becomes the reality of yet another,
For sounds of last year fights.
© gillena cox 2025
Spewing puppies?
Treking through the paths at The Wildfowl Trust. Rocky's is anxious to get to the paperbark tree, to hug the tree, since some of his friends had told him, how soft as velvet the tree trunk was.
Suddenly his mother asks, "where is Rocky?" Rocky she shouts and Rocky suddenly appears, like out of nowhere.
His mother hugs him and looks at his face for scratches or cuts then spins him around. "Are you okay Rocky?" We thought you might be abducted by aliens, when we didn't see you.
They reach the pavilion and stop to have some refreshments. Rocky says he is not hungry. But after mom's persistent nagging, tries to eat a sandwich.
He retches violently and out of his stomach spews a fluffly little puppy.
"What's happening!" everyone exclaims. "That is not our Rocky". Mom cries out and raises her arms upward in anguish.
an angry dog snarls
fierce fangs turn to antennae -
clear blue sky above
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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?
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Wise And Wanton: a Fold
Lets bridge the ocean with rays,
Curved as reflections of the rain;
Lets write a fairy tale in the ways
Seekers hope for more treasure,
Then span ripples of ocean with rays;
Timely and memorable like history,
Colourful and garish like those days
When everything goes haywire;
And only words spoken can phrase,
Intentions for solutions to end mayhem;
Then connect across ocean with rays
© gillena cox 2023
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