VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
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Monday, April 22, 2024
1167
Earth We
Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, link up and link in.
little square boxes
of people chatting online -
a live meeting
But what about our natural environment. The destruction is overwhelming. Building crumble like the tossed paper balls of am irate writer. Machine guns and tankers deface the landscape. Where are the trees? The earth cries as blood is spilt.
TV screen shots -
the anguish of a mother
as her child goes limp
The fishes in the sea; who cares about them as trash finds its way from rivers and streams to its depths annoying sea animal and plant life. Fishes must be crying too.
feet along the sand
plastic bottle clean up -
here's a garbage bag
© gillena cox 2024Thursday, April 18, 2024
1166
Never Ending
A circle has no ending
It just goes around and around
Such is this mystery mesmerizing
An echo without sound
It just goes around and around
An infinite measure of sky
An echo without sound
And through it time flies by
An infinite measure of sky
Such is this mystery mesmerizing
And through it time flies by
A circle has no ending
Never Ending - a pantoum © gillena cox 2024
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
1165
Tell Me
What would i do without you bird song?
You; clock of the dawn so well sung
Where would i have been this morning?
Had i not opened a window to let God's breath gently filter in
It is the stuff of mundane things;
Like the eyelids in blinking,
That makes for a wondrous chink
Understanding of energy don't you think?
© gillena cox 2024
1164
Let Down Your Hair
Friday's proposal
to the day around the corner;
Let's relax, let our hair down,
Drink a toast,
The week has come to an end.
Saturday is waiting
In the shadows,
With her empty basket,
To market to market,
The mangoes and pineapples
We'll buy.
© gillena cox 2024
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Friday, March 29, 2024
1162
Bing AI created this image for me. I then used picsart to add a filter...
Unfailing Mercy
Every flower as it unfurls,
Is a sign of,
God's love for us as it unfolds,
With each new day;
Every bow arranged in colour
After the rain
Spanning the sky from cloud to cloud
Adds a promise
Of God's mercy unfailing, and
Redeeming grace.
Unfailing Mercy © gillena cox 2008
first posted at Wordchimes
a minute poem (8484/8484/84)
Read also Ps. 103
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