Gillena Cox Poems

Returning to shore,
An ocean and its secrets;
To ebb the curiosity of quotidian being,
Whose essence thirst for far off adventures;
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That time of year once more
When the bracts turn red
On the poinsettia
When every one want
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I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
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Toussaint, Henri, Des Salines;
Are you watching?
Dont turn your eyes away;
Their pain, is our pain, is your pain;
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A jolly time a happy time,
Of evergreen and bare branch lights;
When a smile cost less than a dime,
And the willing clink of a coin sounds;
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Is there a moon out tonight?
That lovers may sway at its sight
And tomorrow the tides ebb and flow
In ethereal communion.
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Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp;
The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp;
Even more than a physical hunger have we,
Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee;
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Early nightfall, a blue moon,
The year ends with a suprlus;
Tigers waltz to new year's tune,
Claws and teeth hide in the gait;
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Early dawn's curtain,
Drawn to reveal rain showers,
And a pertinent absence of birdsong;
The hum of a motor engine;
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Yes somewhere a tear rolls down the cheek,
Of yet another him or her or them pursuing,
The nirvanic dream of which so many speak,
With echoes trapped deep in sounds ensuing;
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