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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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…
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…
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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Love Poems Through the Ages

Love Poems Through the Ages

By J.Lynne Moore


Valentine’s Day is all about love and expressing that love to the ones we care most about.  We send flowers, buy fancy chocolates, and have intimate dinners; all in the name of love.  However, one of the oldest forms of the human expression of love… is the love poem.

The art of stringing words together in romantic and lyrical fashion to express feelings, many times so deep that even finding the right words can be a difficult task, is as old as time.  Poets over the centuries have labored long and hard to find the perfect set of works to express their undying love and affection.

Have you ever wondered when we started expressing ourselves in this way?  When and where was the first love poem written?  And who wrote it?

Most historians considered the Song of Songs, also known as the Song of Solomon, to be the oldest love poem in existence, having been written sometime between 971-931 BC.  The Song of Songs, written by King Solomon, speaks of the intimate love shared by a husband and wife, and the maturing of their relationship.

However in the 19th century around 1846 or 1847 archeologists unearthed a pottery tablet found in the library of an Assyrian King.  Once it was dated and translated, it took the top spot as the oldest love poem in existence.  It is called The Song of Love for Shu-Sin and is believed to date back to 2000 BC.  This love poem is thought to be part of a yearly ritual, in which the king would partake in a symbolic marriage to one of the goddesses, to insure fertility for the coming year.

Jump forward a few thousand years and you will find, in truth, love poetry has changed little.  We still have men and women counting syllables, creating rhymes and perfecting their stanzas, chasing after the ultimate love poem.  Have any of them found it; the perfect combination of words, leading to the greatest love poem of all time?  Well, that is a matter of opinion.  We can, however, take a look at a few poems that have stood the test of time.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) wrote – Sonnet 18:

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Lord Byron (1788-1824) gave us these lasting words in – She Walks in Beauty:

“She walks in beauty, like the night

of cloudless climes and starry skies:”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) composed one of the most famous love poems ever – Sonnet 43:

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”

E.E. Cummings (1894-1962) brought new life and a modern twist in his love poem – i carry your heart with me:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

Well there you have it, a brief look at, the love poem through the ages.  Whether it’s “Roses are red, violets are blue” or “How do I love thee?” love poems are one of the oldest and most heartfelt ways for one human to express their love to one another.  Human beings cannot help but want to express the deep emotions that come with love; it seems that from the beginning of time we have done so, I don’t think we will stop any time soon.

So as you prepare for Valentine’s Day, consider writing your own love poem, it is a true expression of love.  I would like to leave you with what I consider one of the greatest love poems of the current age.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) gave us this priceless piece – Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.


I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way


than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


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Prairie Dance

Prairie Dance

By J.Lynne Moore


Her muslin dress dances,

a prairie tune plays.

Sunbeams plucked…

by westward winds,

keeping time…

with rolling waves

of brown grass.


The eastern horizon,

tosses flour sack clouds…

across the blue, black.

Heavy with anticipation…

eager to share their life.

Causing the the prairie tune,

pick up its tempo.


Her eyes fall, hidden…

Beneath her naked feet,

spins the earth,

through time and space.

The waning orange heat,

kisses her trusting face.

She is one with the universe.


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The Sparrow

The Sparrow

By J.Lynne Moore

‘The day is done’,
The sparrow said;
As she laid down,
Her weary head.

At last she rests,
Her tattered soul,
And drinks the sleep,
She does extol.

A moment of peace,
In dreams so sweet;
Her mind restored,
With hope replete.

And on the morrow,
When she does rise…
She’ll take to her wings,
Then off she flies.

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