Breaking Out
By J. Lynne Moore
Entrapped, entangled
Within the choking dark
Caught beneath the deep
Interred, entombed
Surviving fathoms below
Encircled by the murk
Encased, enclosed
In a prison keep
Fully self-imposed
Searching, seeking
Aching for comfort and hope
Desperate to escape
Jetting, bursting
A single ray of dawn
Extending through the dark
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Sounds of the Night
By J. Lynne Moore
Dancing winds
Whisper a song
Of fireflies
Chased by the ruddy frog
The cackling brook
Chimes a verse
About the spider
And her web of pearly fiber
Rustling leaves
Take up the tune
And sing of the owl
With glowing moonlit eyes
The last to sound
Is the breaking sky
With its saffron morning song
Adieu, goodnight, it is dawn
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Destruction
By J. Lynne Moore
Cardboard feelings
Bend and tear
Crushed under
The weight
Of the world
Glass hearts
Crack and shatter
Smashed by
The bitterness
Of humanity
Styrofoam lives
Warp and melt
Scorched by
The inferno
Of ignorance
Wooden souls
Split and rot
Saturated by
The poison
Of sin
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An offering from a tremendously talented poet, this is one of my favorites.
A poet bleeds and breaks his heart
Spills it out on paper
The reader spares a passing glance
And treats it like a favour.
All the anxt and heartbreak there
The intellectual labour
Keep your troubles to yourself
Or share them with a neighbour.
Spare a penny if you’re kind
Spare it for a busker.
Nothing for the poet though
Empty words and bluster.
Skip around the mulberry bush,
Dance and skip and caper.
Another poem in the book
Isn’t worth the paper.
Cupid’s Heart
By J. Lynne Moore
A perfect love cannot be found,
not as the earth turns round and round.
Mind you now, my heart is pure;
a youthful love, is my offered cure.
Love through the eyes of a child can be,
unblemished by life’s certain agony.
Arrows shot from my cherub’s hand,
carry the promise of an infant’s brand.
Love of snow, clean, flawless white;
‘tis my heart’s desire, for every flight.
But in those whom, time has well burned,
twist the arrow, are left now spurned.
The child within, locked away, caged…
cannot remove blinders, on the heart, aged.
Hope yet flutters and holds my wings aloft;
I loose another arrow, though I am scoffed.
For chance is alive in this Cupid’s heart,
in the hopes of virtuous love, to impart.
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Shoulders
By J. Lynne Moore
A shoulder of stone,
Beneath my head,
Upon which…
My fears I shed.
A moment of surrender,
In a gentle embrace.
Eyes closed soft,
I bury my face.
A dream still held,
In the lone shadows of night;
Stone shoulders to share,
The perils of mortal flight.
A tattered yoke laden,
With the burdens of life.
I carry it solo…
I’m no longer a wife.
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Invisible Words
By J. Lynne Moore
Words appear, no ink…
Tangible food for thought.
Through the vale, on the brink,
Not the answer to be sought.
Words appear, reflection,
Swallow hard, regurgitate;
Fevered raw infection,
No control over fate.
Words appear, omnipotent;
The only answer, conclusion.
Comes the wayward chant,
Crashing waves, raptured effusion.
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Stolen Dreams
By J. Lynne Moore
Stolen dreams die,
In the judgment bed of sin;
Skeletal fragments,
Of what could have been.
Don’t remember me,
In this life interrupted.
What could have, should have,
Is now corrupted.
I will not lay in wait,
For dreams that boiled away.
Ample time is left ahead,
And I will not be lead astray.
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Galilee Shores
By J. Lynne Moore
On Galilee shores,
We drank some wine;
Spit cantankerous words,
At the waves of time.
You kissed my hand,
Before you gave it back;
And I openly sighed…
My words out of whack.
A ponderous smile,
Rolled across your face.
I knew at the moment,
I had won the race.
A wave of affection,
Encased us both.
On Galilee shores,
I do thee be troth.
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