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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