Hourglass Prison

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

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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Squatters

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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Dancing Shadow

Dancing Shadow

By J. Lynne Moore

that shadow dancing
on the wall
resembles me
but then again
not at all
slumbering through
my waking day
this shadow follows
me in every way
I haven’t got a clue
you see
I have no idea
what it wants
with me
does it wish me ill
will it do me harm
or…is it following me
as my lucky charm
the shadow dancing
in the light
haunts me
in the night
is the shadow who I am
or is it who I want to be

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Moon

Moon

By J. Lynne Moore

Hello, crescent moon,
Winking in the night.
Shall we share this moment?
A heavenly delight.

Will you listen to my heart;
And give me good advice?
Is love worth a chance,
Shall I pay the price?

Oh dearest silver moon,
Dancing in the sky.
Do you hear my pleadings?
Do you hear me asking why?

Show me the right path.
Can you light my way?
For love is a fickle creature;
I know you must have some sway.

Goodnight crescent moon,
I must bid you adieu.
May we meet tomorrow?
For I’m in love with you…

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Envision

Envision

By J.Lynne Moore

Through the sparkling darkness,
Screaming whispers
Full of empty knowledge
Sound the silent bells
And freeze the flames of water.

Dumb mouths speak of motionless winds,
Transporting blind seers
Beyond the frigid embers
Of the somber day-star,
Allowing deaf ears to heed great inflections.

Permeating from the ignorant seers,
Profound phrases
Saturate the vacant consciousness
Within the perishing immortals,
Permitting the noble assemblage to converse.

Behold the meager utterance
Of a rimed thunderbolt,
As it provokes a tranquil cataclysm
And manifests frivolous deliberation
Amongst the vile congregation.

Enticed by the vapors of righteousness,
Animated quietus descends ravenously.
Coerced to placidly expel their quintessence,
The nefarious seers rupture vehemently,
Amalgamating into the fissures of their exiguous universe.

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