Cupid’s Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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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