Winter Lace
By J. Lynne Moore
Flutter down ever softly,
Oh dainty winter’s lace.
Blanket all in chilly view,
Rest gently on my face.
A jubilant “Welcome”, rejoice!
As the feathered crystals float,
Down from Heaven’s storehouse;
Wrapping all in its frosty coat.
Child and elder huddle close,
While taking in the tranquil sight.
Grateful for the frozen gift,
This gelid fleece, luminous…white.
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Wrestling Words
By J. Lynne Moore
Put this in your pocket,
Give it a little smoke.
Who cares anymore…
If the logic is all broke?
Wear me down with lies,
That never seem to stop.
Put them in your pocket,
And hop kangaroo hop.
No more wrestling words,
No more poison thoughts;
This is where we draw the line,
On you wicked little plots.
Turn back now, you canker…
I won’t say it again!
We’ve all be there before,
And this is how it began.
Take your final pink slip,
Bend someone else’s ear.
No more will we wallow,
In your tar pit of fear.
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A Lover’s Tale
By J. Lynne Moore
Count them not, the ways of love,
Nor the kisses so sickly sweet;
Rival, your whispers do, the cooing of the dove.
How do I love thee, let me repeat?
Heaven sings with angel song…
What more shall my heart birth?
Nay, my lips pressed’n throng,
For the knave whose heart has no girth.
Hell in jest, boasts you grand, cavalier.
A serpent’s heart in your breast does beat;
Alas my love has been wasted dear.
How do I love thee, let me repeat?
I love thee no more than Satan’s son,
And with that our lover’s tale is undone.
(A/N – My first attempt at a “sonnet”, I did not concern myself with the proper meter, just the form.)
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Hourglass Prison
By J. Lynne Moore
Through the limpid, prison glass,
Fall the sands of heedless time.
Never making resplendent sense,
Always ending in a twisted rhyme.
No need to hold your last breath,
Overmarrow cannot be seen,
Cry no more for spilled milk regret,
During the lost affairs of yestereen.
No tepid, vanilla life prospers.
Zeal, adopt it as your first name,
Let choice purchase your victory,
Shatter the hourglass, be never tame.
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Mustard Seed
By J. Lynne Moore
Crushed and battered,
Bug under a shoe.
Rat race shattered,
Lips black and blue…
Retching over the rail,
Now the rabbit died.
Eyes hollow, face pale,
Baby daddy lied.
Searchin’ for super glue,
Mustard seed of hope.
One and one makes two…
Hold on to that rope.
Baby, ride that wave!
The Carpenter will call;
Answer back, be brave,
Zion’s grace stands tall.
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Connection
By J. Lynne Moore
Rose of perfection,
I see thy reflection,
Feel my affection,
Please no rejection.
Give closer inspection,
With deep introspection,
I harbor no misdirection,
Only sincere protection.
Pass not upon retrospection,
Forgive my imperfection,
Welcome my predilection,
Accept my humble resurrection.
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Dewdrop
By J. Lynne Moore
One little dewdrop…
Held the world.
See the reflection,
Glossy and pearled.
Life complete,
In one little bead.
Cells diving,
Shall never concede .
Life finds a way,
Universe unbound.
One little dewdrop,
Here on the ground.
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One Winged Angel
By J. Lynne Moore
Oh my one winged angel,
Dark and brooding…
Seen through my eyes.
My child of the night,
Born in the secret place.
You crafted my heart.
Oh my one winged angel,
Once left, twice returned.
Oh fatherless son of mine.
My moon, my stars,
Following the unseen path,
Fear holds us not.
Oh my one winged angel,
Love’s paradox cradles us;
Holding us hostage in time.
My breath, my life’s blood,
Heaven’s flightless angel…
of the shadows.
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Squatters
By J. Lynne Moore
Voices speaking in the vent;
just squatters that pay no rent.
Called a taxi, but they won’t go;
seems I’m the star of this dog and pony show.
They lick my wounds,
and sing for me; self-righteousness tunes.
In my ear night and day,
not even the angels can keep them at bay.
They tell me they are just like Robin Hood;
believing their lies sometimes feels good.
Someday I may spit them out.
Eviction?….I’m not that stout.
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Rotten Words
By J. Lynne Moore
Words upon words…
Meaning, full of not.
Voice of nothingness,
The kettle calling the pot.
Babbling of a barren brook,
Chatter full of rot.
Tongue of twisted words,
The kettle calling the pot.
Whispers full of venom,
Lies never caught…
The music of a gossip,
The kettle called the pot.
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