Love Poems…Not!

Love Poems…Not!

By J. Lynne Moore

I don’t like writing love poems,
They really make me quite ill,
I’d rather swallow a big o’ horse pill!

All that lovey, mushy stuff,
I find it awfully gross,
Pretty lame and a bit morose.

I’d much prefer to write about,
A Viking warship at sea,
That’s what’s exciting to me.

So within my poems and prose,
You will never ever find,
The lovey, dovey poem kind.

For as you can clearly see,
If it were all up to me,
Poetry would be love free!

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Dancing Shadow

Dancing Shadow

By J. Lynne Moore

that shadow dancing
on the wall
resembles me
but then again
not at all
slumbering through
my waking day
this shadow follows
me in every way
I haven’t got a clue
you see
I have no idea
what it wants
with me
does it wish me ill
will it do me harm
or…is it following me
as my lucky charm
the shadow dancing
in the light
haunts me
in the night
is the shadow who I am
or is it who I want to be

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Last Goodbye

Last Goodbye

By J. Lynne Moore

I’ll dance not, upon your grave;
Though you, in life, were a knave.

Tender, your kiss, once made me shine,
Like the blossoms of the honeysuckle vine.

Then turned cold, your wicked embrace,
Leaving tears to stain my face.

I will not deny my bitter disdain;
That left my heart spent and mind insane.

But never did I wish for death to befall,
Your wretched soul, ‘twas your own downfall.

Yet, here I stand in a mourner’s gown,
As tears salt the rain cascading adown.

Is heaven or hell your newfound home?
Or does your soul hover betwixt the gloam?

A day may come whence we meet again…
‘Till that time, my life, I shall feign.

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Moon

Moon

By J. Lynne Moore

Hello, crescent moon,
Winking in the night.
Shall we share this moment?
A heavenly delight.

Will you listen to my heart;
And give me good advice?
Is love worth a chance,
Shall I pay the price?

Oh dearest silver moon,
Dancing in the sky.
Do you hear my pleadings?
Do you hear me asking why?

Show me the right path.
Can you light my way?
For love is a fickle creature;
I know you must have some sway.

Goodnight crescent moon,
I must bid you adieu.
May we meet tomorrow?
For I’m in love with you…

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Black and White

Black and White

By J. Lynne Moore

This pallet holds no colors,
Only hues of black and white;
And when they meet in the middle,
Grey covers all in sight.

Sometimes it’s the grey of a dove.
Sometimes it’s the grey of night.
But it’s always a smoky hue,
That knows no wrong or right.

Only one way to separate the colors,
And paint them in the proper light.
We need the grace of a Savior,
To draw away the darkness with His Might.

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Healing Touch

Healing Touch

By J. Lynne Moore

A simple prayer,
for a healing touch.
A heartfelt cry,
for one loved so much.

Do not deny…
the reality, present;
but wrap it in hope,
don’t fret or lament.

Faith brings rest,
for those who believe.
Just hold out your hand,
and in gratitude receive.

No matter the burden,
no matter the plight,
there is healing to be had,
in Heaven’s Holy light!

A prayer is lifted,
for the one I love so.
Into His hands
I must let you go.

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My Burden

My Burden

By J. Lynne Moore

‘Tis not for the lack of try,
Nor is it a matter of pride;
The burdens lain upon me are many
And my shoulders are not that wide.

My face is not that of an angel,
Yet I have no reason to hide.
Two yokes were thrust upon me,
But my shoulders are not that wide.

Will help ever speak my name?
Will my head ever rise above the tide?
Shall the albatross nest elsewhere?
For my shoulders are just not that wide.

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Envision

Envision

By J.Lynne Moore

Through the sparkling darkness,
Screaming whispers
Full of empty knowledge
Sound the silent bells
And freeze the flames of water.

Dumb mouths speak of motionless winds,
Transporting blind seers
Beyond the frigid embers
Of the somber day-star,
Allowing deaf ears to heed great inflections.

Permeating from the ignorant seers,
Profound phrases
Saturate the vacant consciousness
Within the perishing immortals,
Permitting the noble assemblage to converse.

Behold the meager utterance
Of a rimed thunderbolt,
As it provokes a tranquil cataclysm
And manifests frivolous deliberation
Amongst the vile congregation.

Enticed by the vapors of righteousness,
Animated quietus descends ravenously.
Coerced to placidly expel their quintessence,
The nefarious seers rupture vehemently,
Amalgamating into the fissures of their exiguous universe.

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