Honor, Freed

Honor, Freed

By J. Lynne Moore

Heart of love blossoms new,
Meek, to mild, to explosion, grew.

Give me away, you win indeed;
Hold me to close, you slowly bleed.

Watered with tears of joy’s marrow,
Drown with the tears of wholesome sorrow.

An elegant dress of a rainbow hew,
Tights of emerald green too.

A life lived in honor, freed;
In death I leave a lovely seed.

By any other name you may call me,
But beauty is all you will see.

A/N – My son challenged me to write a poem describing a rose without using the words, rose, thorn, flower, petal, red or bouquet.

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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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Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

By J.Lynne Moore

Frigid leaves falling
Orange, red, golden brown hews
Frost whispering

Frost whispering
Geese and ducks flying away
Sign of the season

Sign of the season
Gray clouds wafting through the sky
Turning the air cold

Turning the air cold
Convinces the trees to sleep
Frigid leaves falling

A/N – this is a “haiku crown”

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Choose Love

Choose Love
By J.Lynne Moore

Back against the wall,
Out there, what do I see…
A world out of control,
Screaming in front of me.

Don’t dip your toe in the water,
You might not get it back.
The raging beast inside,
Will never give you slack.

So much hate from all sides;
Humans run in vicious packs,
Eating those weaker souls,
That have yellow down their backs.

Wake up each morning and choose,
Pour yourself a cup of love,
Share it with your brothers.
Take off the hater’s glove!

Blink your eye, your life is done…
Don’t take the time to wait.
Rage against the venom,
See to the extinction of hate.

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Gentle is the Day

Gentle is the Day

By J.Lynne Moore

A gentle day upon the earth,
Carries no foolishness in it’s girth.

The sun rides the rainbow high,
And bids the clouds a fare good-bye.

Her sibling, the moon softly embraces,
The horizon to awaken heaven’s blessed graces.

The verdure springs up, joyfully high,
In the healthy glow of an amber sky.

It’s want and will to rejuvenate,
The sleeping world from its winter state.

The weather’s humor is never lost,
As each new day brings warmth from the frost.

Nature’s honesty is beyond compare;
Shall we all remember to treat her with care.

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China Rose

China Rose

By J.Lynne Moore

The transparent rose…
Blossoms;
among the jungle vines.
Made from china petals,
up and up she climbs.

Daring and courage,
have not spared her…
Their worth.
Yet, there has been no notice
of her birth.

Pushing through
the languid vines,
her petals take a chip.
Searching for the elusive sun;
no one sees her slip.

Dangling by a single…
Leaf;
struggling for her space.
If she falls any further,
who will take her place?

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