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Cupid’s Heart

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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.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Shoulders

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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.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Invisible Words

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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.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Galilee Shores

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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.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Our Way

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Our Way

By J. Lynne Moore

Love, gentle, is not our way…
Passions, volcanic, upon us play.

Flippant desires, humbled lust;
Sheepish kisses fall to dust.

Only the tides rival our soul;
Spinning cyclones out of control.

Bow to our feverish rapture;
Jealous, our love to capture.

Weep those who cannot see,
The adoration betwixt you and me.

Beyond what, the universe can convey,
Love, gentle, is not our way…

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Wake Me Not

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Wake Me Not

By J. Lynne Moore

Wake me not until the dawn…
The tides have writ the final pawn.

Moon glow cackles along the waves,
To the horizon with shadows paves.

Minutes whisper as they fade away,
Lost to history and memory’s fray.

Wake me not until the dawn…
When the rays, yellow, cheerfully spawn.

And bid the amaranthine a fond adieu,
Sprinkling, soft, the day’s first dew.

My eyes will then upon you be cast,
Our love complete at long last.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Wrestling Words

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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.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Mustard Seed

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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.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

Connection

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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.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

One Winged Angel

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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.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved