eternity
By J. Lynne Moore
quarks, protons, electrons, atoms, molecules
cells, organs, flesh, body
steam(gas), water(liquid), ice(solid)
one is all,
all are one
infinite cycle…
cycling infinitely
can you tell the beginning…
from the end?
gaze upon the mirrored mirror
as you recite pi
eternally, eternal, eternity
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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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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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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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The Night Freddie Met His Doom
By J. Lynne Moore
He found himself alone in the dark,
Freddie had spent five, dark, soulless nights,
In the cold dead space of the silent, uninvited hills.
The clock tower chimed the 11th hour
And he was surrounded by the evil dead.
He had been the 7th guest of a hideous corpse party.
But now everyone had been left for dead.
Freddie knew he shall never make it until dawn,
For when the evil within had its way
He would assuredly be dead by daylight.
The evil residents of this fatal frame,
Were the blood borne spawn of hell,
And the dead were rising to take him away…
It would be a dark decent into eternal darkness…
Down to Dante’s Inferno of the condemned!
A/N – This is just a fun poem, an ode to many of my favorite video games.
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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.
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Tea Time
By J. Lynne Moore
Take your time,
You won’t be late.
I’ll make sure,
To unlock the gate.
That’s the way…
Don’t look back.
I don’t bite…
Take off your pack.
Settle in, now.
Tea and cakes?
Oh don’t mind,
Those pesky snakes…
Another sip?
Then close your eyes.
You won’t wake up;
It’s my surprise.
Silly child…
Don’t you know?
Never trust a witch,
When the moon’s aglow.
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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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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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