Original Poem: All things work for Good

The following poem was given to me by the Holy Spirit during the American Council of the Blind Community Gospel sing on Sunday night. This poem was God’s message to me about my editing, and I pray that someone out here in the Blogosphere gets a blessing from reading it and it speaks to your heart, like God spoke to mine when he put this poem on my heart to put down on the digital page. Happy reading and God bless.

The year got off to a crazy busy start

The Holy Spirit tells me to trust God with all my heart,

I’ve struggled this week, with doubt and fear,

God Whispers words of comfort, “My child, I’m right here.”

“I know your heart

And I have a plan,

To mold and shape the words

 I’ve put into authors’ hands.

I’ve given you a story to tell,

Though it’s not the one you thought you knew so well,

Take up thy cross and follow me,

For I have more in store for Thee.

Though 2022 has just begun,

My child, the best is yet to come.”

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Inspirational Journeys Presents: A conversation about poetry with Garry Cox

I had a lovely conversation about poetry, which is one of my favorite forms of writing, with this week’s special guest. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the conversation.


Garry Cox!


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Garry Cox


Tuesday, December 28, 2021


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MORE ABOUT GUEST AUTHOR Garry Cox in his own words…

As an educator, poet and runner I am a lifer. I have the blessed opportunity to create new works and compete in my sport (Track & Field) in my upcoming 80th trip around our Sun.

I believe writing is precursor to thought, not the other way around. Poetry is an invitation to advance our thinking and deepen our feelings about the world we live in. It is a sharing of truths, your truth, my truth, the truth of our human experience. A good poem will celebrate these truths with a style and grace that exists in every tongue spoken on our planet.

To see more of my work including popular blog series What I Did on My Covid-19 Vacation, New Poets Wednesday and the Bernice and Garry series go to my website garrycox.com

Also see my fb page Garry Cox, Poet

Garry’s poetry books include: The Waters of Appanoose County Copyright 2016

Beyond The Waters Copyright 2019

Coffee with the Bard Copyright 2021

Description for Coffee with the Bard:

Coffee with the Bard was meant to be a poetic potboiler, featuring a combination of my most liked poems alongside my feelings and reactions to the events associated with the Covid-19 Pandemic

Purchase link:

AmazonSmile: Coffee with the Bard: 2020 Blues eBook : Cox, Garry : Books


I Had a Life (most popular poem)

I had a life, I had a wife, we had each other almost to forever

I think she left me, but I’m not sure now

I may have left her, but I’m not sure how

I do know this much, there was always such love

that in my mind I cannot find a single saying of goodbye

 Connect with Garry at the following links:

Blog (garrycox.com)



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Original Poetry: The Angel on My Christmas Tree

The angel on my Christmas tree

In silence watches over me,

And even though I cannot see,

I know she’s always there.

The Lord sent her to visit me

To perch atop my Christmas tree

She doesn’t say a word to me,

Yet I know she cares.

In the night, while your loved ones sleep

Does the angel in silence keep

Her watch atop your Christmas tree

To keep you safe from harm?

Or does the breath of angel’s wings

Kiss the air as her sweet voice sings

Of the gifts of joy and love she brings

As she cradles you in her arms.

Remember to celebrate the reason

For this Blessed Christmas season

The birth of Jesus our Lord and savior

And share this gift from up above

With the precious ones you love

On this Christmas day.


Original Poetry: Candy Corn Nursery Rhyme

Candy corn, candy corn,

sitting on the wall

Dangling his legs,

so he won’t fall.

Will he fall apart

Or land on his feet?

Will his fall be messy,

Or will it be neat?

He jumps off the wall,

Landing on his rump

Bouncing from room to room

Thumpity thump thump.

Bringing joy to kids of all ages

As he inspires me

To put words on pages.

Setting my creative spirit free!

This poem was inspired by a candy corn stuffy I was taught to make in my ACB crafters crochet class, and my discussion with my fellow writing warriors for jesus in our boot camp this morning.


Original Poetry: The Art of Crochet

Loops of yarn that turn into stitches

Patterns to follow

Projects and swatches

Made from skeins of yarn

In colors that glow.

Handcrafted gifts

stitched with love

Using my God given talent

Sent down from heaven above.


Original poetry: The Real Me

I wrote the following biographical poem to introduce myself.

I am from black dirt, rocks and gras

I am from wind chimes, front porches and swings

I am from humming birds kissing my cheeks to say hello

I am from children laughing while playing in the pool

I am from four wheelers and lawn mowers roaming around the yard

I am from Mama and Daddy, Meemax and Papa, Grandma and Granddaddy and family gatherings.

I am from sweet tea, morning coffee and chicken and dumplings

I am from chickens in a pin and running lose in the yard.

I’m from living in the city and coming back to my country home.

I am from books, stories and recorded voices reading to me from day to day.

My childhood imagination has grown with me

To tell stories that the Lord has laid on my heart.

I am from bouncing balls, trampolines and toys from yesteryear

I’m from a life full of memories, laughter and tears.

My blindness doesn’t define me,

I’ve seen the world with my heart

Through sound, touch, taste and sometimes smell,

Though my eyes don’t work

My life has been filled with light through the years.

The light of Jesus continues to flow from my heart, through my fingers onto the page

As my writing reaches readers

from every walk of life and age.

Even though I’ve flown away for a time

And left my country family home

My roots brought me back

Never more to roam.

The city life I left behind

To take a closer walk with Thee,

In this country life I find,

The Lord uses his gifts of nature

To speak wisdom and inspiration to me!

I challenge you to write a biographical poem of your own and post it on your blog. When you do, be sure to ping back to this post, so I can see your work.




Original Poetry: A Pandiculation of the Brain


Oh, the frustration!

I don’t know this word

Though it sounds absurd.

I’m stretching my brain,

It’s about to drive me insane!

Maybe doing some jumping jacks

Will clear my head, so I can write a come back

For a word that seems silly

With a bit of a gesticulation.

Today’s challenge: Set a timer for three minutes and write a poem using the word “Swing” as your prompt. Be sure to post your poem on your own blog and pingback to this post so we can see your one word poetry challenge creation. Happy Writing!


Original Poetry: The Wuzzle named Bumfuzzle

The following poem was inspired by the word “bumfuzzle”, which was part of the One  Word Poetry Challenge workshop, hosted by Jen Lowry, which Tish Bouvier and I participated in Yesterday. Each day I’ll post one poem prompted by this event and challenge you with a new word at random, so read this post in its entirety for your special challenge.

There once was a little wuzzle

Whose name was Bumfuzzle

His body was covered with hair,

Though he wasn’t a bear.

What was this wuzzle

Whose name was Bumfuzzle?

Bumfuzzle Was a dust bunny,

Who sneezed and coughed and walked real funny

He could always be found

Hanging around

Sticking his nose in a jar of honey.

Today’s challenge set a timer for three minutes and write a poem using the word “mask” as your prompt. Be sure to post your poem on your own blog and pingback to this post, so I can see what you come up with.


Original Poetry: A Forgotten Voice Recorder’s Lament

The following poem was inspired by the photo below.

A small hand-held Olympus digital recorder sits on a  wooden surface. It is not turned on. It is the kind of recorder made to be carried in a pocket or tucked away in a purse for short voice recordings and "reminder" memos. Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/grabadora-mp3-recorder-retro-6080153/?fbclid=IwAR1S5YPfcJEyDa265qPsfPayvjDCkpnqbbG3Nd0r8OVP4VcyQXnoK16Ehms

A recorder sits on a table alone

With no one to give it a home.

Who knows what stories it has to tell

Or what thoughts get lost in the wishing well

Of voices it carries in its memory bank.

It holds a one-sided conversation

With no one to give any indication

Of whether the messages have reason or rhyme

Or pieces of a story lost in time

And the listener knows not who to thank

For the words of hope and wisdom.

Don’t leave this recorder all alone

Pick it up and take it home

And if there are no messages inside

Record your thoughts from deep inside

Your soul, and do not hide

The message of God’s love.

Here’s a special message for you,

For when you’re feeling sad and blue

This recorder will hold true

Your deepest thoughts and emotions.

Do you leave it all alone,

Or do you dare to take it home

And pour your heart and soul

Into the digital ocean?

Don’t let your thoughts disappear,

Capture your precious words for the world to hear

Keep them close at hand

With the touch of a button at your command

Writing challenge: Use the picture above as inspiration and write your own story, poem or essay and share it on your own blog. Be sure to ping back to this post, so I can read your creation.