Gentle is the Day

Gentle is the Day

By J.Lynne Moore

A gentle day upon the earth,
Carries no foolishness in it’s girth.

The sun rides the rainbow high,
And bids the clouds a fare good-bye.

Her sibling, the moon softly embraces,
The horizon to awaken heaven’s blessed graces.

The verdure springs up, joyfully high,
In the healthy glow of an amber sky.

It’s want and will to rejuvenate,
The sleeping world from its winter state.

The weather’s humor is never lost,
As each new day brings warmth from the frost.

Nature’s honesty is beyond compare;
Shall we all remember to treat her with care.

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Forbidden

Forbidden

By J.Lynne Moore

Dance with my reflection,
The one I see in your eyes.
Tell me how I am perfect,
And other beautiful lies.

Wander not from this moment;
For the future is unseen.
Love me with your wicked ways,
Cut lose your noble mien.

Let’s give the gossips fodder,
To chew on in the night.
While caution eats the crow,
We will love until it’s trite.

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For All Time

For All Time

By J.Lynne Moore

I cannot see the way ahead,
Your voice is not clear;
Call to me again and again,
I am swallowed whole by fear.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.

Why am I lost, find me please.
Call my name, reach out your hand.
It’s cold and dark now,
Don’t leave me here in this bitter land.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.

I call again and you are here;
Through the dark I see your face.
Finally in your arms, forever true,
At last you found me, in this heartless place.

I am yours and you are mine,
That’s how it will be,
For all time.

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China Rose

China Rose

By J.Lynne Moore

The transparent rose…
Blossoms;
among the jungle vines.
Made from china petals,
up and up she climbs.

Daring and courage,
have not spared her…
Their worth.
Yet, there has been no notice
of her birth.

Pushing through
the languid vines,
her petals take a chip.
Searching for the elusive sun;
no one sees her slip.

Dangling by a single…
Leaf;
struggling for her space.
If she falls any further,
who will take her place?

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Twisted Love

Twisted Love

By J.Lynne Moore

Next to you,
Is where I’ll stand;
As fog envelopes,
Our lovers land.

Echoes sound,
Through the murk.
Behind each shadow,
Devastation may lurk.

Our love will be,
A beckon light,
A signal fire…
Burning eternal light.

Sins of life,
May call our name,
But our sentient love,
Will yield no shame.

So stand with me,
My one true love;
For in your arms,
We shall rise above.

No threat of darkness,
Will come between,
Our twisted souls,
However unclean.

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Love Songs

Love Songs

By J.Lynne Moore

 

What happened to all the love songs;

Of days gone by and lost?

Do they still sing of virgin love,

And giving all, no matter the cost.

 

Do they not sing enduring ballads;

Of love at first sight?

Or teenage nervous crushes,

And holding hands in the moonlight.

 

Where are all the crooners,

With lyrics of love’s first kiss?

Are there any heart throbs,

Who still sing of tender bliss?

 

What happened to the love song;

Does it exist anymore?

Or do we have to remember those,

Love songs, left on history’s shore.

 

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Night Wings

Night Wings

By J.Lynne Moore

When night dawns it’s lacy veil,
And the saffron sun lays to rest;
Winged creatures creep and crawl,
From their amply hidden nest.

To the warmth of ersatz light,
They flit and fly and flock,
And to the humans in their midst,
They gleefully like to mock.

The kitten pounces at each flutter.
To the human’s satisfaction…
Yet the mothy creatures prevail,
With their dexterous reaction.

Finally, illumination is extinguished,
And darkness has it’s day.
The insect creatures of the night,
Quietly flit and fly away.

 

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