We swelter in a spell of hot days,
Not knowing what hell is, yet
Giving affirmation to heat and its ways.
Will our minds expand to set;
Standards, none of which exist?
Scientists warned of climate change,
But verily some insist,
That scripture seeks our spell to range,
Between good behaviour and bad;
All is lost are the sayers of boom,
Lets make their faces to look sad;
So we kill and ambush to our doom.
Shutting in or shutting out installed
Questions, those
Puzzlers, even
The mind most peacefully set, is enthralled.
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Way Of The Wind
Let's see how this chapter enfolds.
I've always wanted to go on a visit,
To see the age old cherry trees,
In the Japanese festival.
To catch a sakura petal in my hand;
Or bask in the tremendous splendor
Of flowers carpeting a wonderland.
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[image courtesy dVerse poetry]
Soup of the day bubbling hot
Whose the owner of this pot
Bubble bubble if you must
We all know that it is just
Corn and pumpkin that's our lot
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An Inhertitance
Large pumpkins heavy like alien suns lay sprawled in the patch of garden. The old farm house had been neglected for too many moons. This was the perfect time to regain her inheritance. She had roamed the country far and wide here is where she belonged.
Halloween was fast approaching. She opened the creaking door of the wooden barn. This place needs a coat of paint she mused. She checked her carving knives. All that she needed was hère.
Pushing her hands in her pocket she pulled out the last stick of gum, carefully unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth and began to chew. You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket, she mused. Mmn this taste like apple.
© gillena cox 2023
Five Lines In A Copybook
On the first line i will write my name.
Teacher ask for date;
Day, month and year,
Followed by subject;
Maybe my address should be next.
Second line question:
What year is it?
To tell all will be to expose
My age, though i have no qualms there.
My house is in the country.
Third line will be poetry,
Written with a capital P,
About yellow hills,
Painting a canvas of small words;
No 52 on the road where i live.
The secrets of line four of this Chaguanas girl,
Will soon be exposed to
All in the class room,
Reading aloud to some snickers,
All in a day's English class.
The fifth and final line
Summons applause like
A limerick written to shake
The earth under a rose bush miles away
Here in San Juan; we students had planted
© gillena cox 2023
CHALLENGE to write a poem in five stanzas of five lines per stanza (quintain)write as a Pentastich Quintain (unregulated rhyme, meter etc)each stanza is one of five ways to your house (real or imaginary)can be literal or metaphorical, measured in time, direction, etc or a mixthe title is your own choice but must begin: “Five…………”include a reference to Hererra’s poem somewhere in your post, include references to Herrerra’s poem by including the follow words in order in each of my stanzas: 1 yellow hills; 2 canvas door; 3 the earth; 4 desert secrets 5 a name.
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