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Squatters

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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.

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

Dancing Shadow

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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

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

Moon

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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…

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

Envision

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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.

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

Broken Glass

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Broken Glass

J. Lynne Moore

Dainty shards lay on the floor,
Where once there was a glass.
I cut my hand and so much more;
‘Twas not I that committed the trespass.

The wounds were deep and ragged,
And festered as I wept.
Blood tumbled to the floor,
As the shards I gently swept.

Who broke the glass, I know not;
‘Twas shattered before my time,
But here I stand among the lees,
Wasting away my prime.

The fractured ort has been disposed,
The blood washed away by tears.
But the scars from the broken glass
Will adorn me for all my years.

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

Eternal Hunter

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Eternal Hunter

By J. Lynne Moore

Secrets crawling,
In the dark.
Caressing shadows…
Hit the mark.

Devious intent,
Swirls contrite;
Innocent to victim,
Evil’s blight.

Tank of emotions…
Empty… not a drop.
Human automaton,
Won’t ever stop.

Bloody hands,
Numbing rage,
Sings a new song,
Torn from an old page.

A prize now won,
Move on to the next.
Just a day in the life,
Of a soul vexed.

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

Dreaming of Avalon

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Dreaming of Avalon

By J. Lynne Moore

Oh, you mists of Avalon,
hiding enchantments fair.
Grant me entry hence,
to see your beauties rare.

Allow me to gaze upon,
your lofty secrets grand;
pixies, fairies, unicorns,
all the riches of your land.

May I lay my head, gentle,
among the flora, sweet?
And drink your lake waters,
where haps the Lady I may meet.

Would that Merlin might grant,
an audience to the likes of me.
I would beseech the ol’ fellow,
to share a quaint cup of tea.

And if by luck or by grace,
Arthur should happen my way.
I think I should count it a blessing
if in his court he lets me stay.

Oh, my dearest Avalon…
Allow me through your misty gates.
Tease me not with your reveries,
for with in your arms my dreams await.

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

Witching Hour

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Witching Hour

By J. Lynne Moore

death be damned
at the curtain call
the devil shouts,
“T’is last call!!”

demons cheer
banshee’s shriek
the witching hour
begins to peak

a free for all
begins tonight
lock your doors
stay out of sight

hell’s door opens
on the midnight hour
purgatory’s spawn
walk in power

gnashing teeth
tickle your ears
spectral hands
bring you fear

they know your sins
and will not wait
transgressions awarded
they’ll seal your fate

hark, the witching hour
now in full swing
spirits of hell frolic
with death to bring

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Death of a Stone

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Death of a Stone

By J. Lynne Moore

In sorrow the stone lays,
Un-moving in the cutting rain.
Greedily, the earth beneath,
Drinks the stone’s sandy pain.

Each chilling drop, a dagger,
Plunging into the stone’s heart;
Carrying away the substance,
Tearing the stone apart.

There once was a time…
When the stone was a bolder, grand.
Mighty and massive, hulking,
Until the rain turned it to sand.

The stone, soon only a pebble,
Washed away in the laughing rain.
Who will remember the stone?
As it softly weeps in vain.

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