I am happy to announce that my first book of original poetry “Cashmere Illusions – Musings of a Lady Poet”, will soon be available on Amazon!! I will provide the link as soon as it is ready!
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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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Forbidden
By J.Lynne Moore
Dance with my reflection,
The one I see in your eyes.
Tell me how I am perfect,
And other beautiful lies.
Wander not from this moment;
For the future is unseen.
Love me with your wicked ways,
Cut lose your noble mien.
Let’s give the gossips fodder,
To chew on in the night.
While caution eats the crow,
We will love until it’s trite.
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For All Time
By J.Lynne Moore
I cannot see the way ahead,
Your voice is not clear;
Call to me again and again,
I am swallowed whole by fear.
I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.
Why am I lost, find me please.
Call my name, reach out your hand.
It’s cold and dark now,
Don’t leave me here in this bitter land.
I am yours and you are mine,
That’s the way it’s been,
From the beginning of our time.
I call again and you are here;
Through the dark I see your face.
Finally in your arms, forever true,
At last you found me, in this heartless place.
I am yours and you are mine,
That’s how it will be,
For all time.
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Twisted Love
By J.Lynne Moore
Next to you,
Is where I’ll stand;
As fog envelopes,
Our lovers land.
Echoes sound,
Through the murk.
Behind each shadow,
Devastation may lurk.
Our love will be,
A beckon light,
A signal fire…
Burning eternal light.
Sins of life,
May call our name,
But our sentient love,
Will yield no shame.
So stand with me,
My one true love;
For in your arms,
We shall rise above.
No threat of darkness,
Will come between,
Our twisted souls,
However unclean.
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Love Songs
By J.Lynne Moore
What happened to all the love songs;
Of days gone by and lost?
Do they still sing of virgin love,
And giving all, no matter the cost.
Do they not sing enduring ballads;
Of love at first sight?
Or teenage nervous crushes,
And holding hands in the moonlight.
Where are all the crooners,
With lyrics of love’s first kiss?
Are there any heart throbs,
Who still sing of tender bliss?
What happened to the love song;
Does it exist anymore?
Or do we have to remember those,
Love songs, left on history’s shore.
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Love Poems Through the Ages
By J.Lynne Moore
Valentine’s Day is all about love and expressing that love to the ones we care most about. We send flowers, buy fancy chocolates, and have intimate dinners; all in the name of love. However, one of the oldest forms of the human expression of love… is the love poem.
The art of stringing words together in romantic and lyrical fashion to express feelings, many times so deep that even finding the right words can be a difficult task, is as old as time. Poets over the centuries have labored long and hard to find the perfect set of works to express their undying love and affection.
Have you ever wondered when we started expressing ourselves in this way? When and where was the first love poem written? And who wrote it?
Most historians considered the Song of Songs, also known as the Song of Solomon, to be the oldest love poem in existence, having been written sometime between 971-931 BC. The Song of Songs, written by King Solomon, speaks of the intimate love shared by a husband and wife, and the maturing of their relationship.
However in the 19th century around 1846 or 1847 archeologists unearthed a pottery tablet found in the library of an Assyrian King. Once it was dated and translated, it took the top spot as the oldest love poem in existence. It is called The Song of Love for Shu-Sin and is believed to date back to 2000 BC. This love poem is thought to be part of a yearly ritual, in which the king would partake in a symbolic marriage to one of the goddesses, to insure fertility for the coming year.
Jump forward a few thousand years and you will find, in truth, love poetry has changed little. We still have men and women counting syllables, creating rhymes and perfecting their stanzas, chasing after the ultimate love poem. Have any of them found it; the perfect combination of words, leading to the greatest love poem of all time? Well, that is a matter of opinion. We can, however, take a look at a few poems that have stood the test of time.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) wrote – Sonnet 18:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Lord Byron (1788-1824) gave us these lasting words in – She Walks in Beauty:
“She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies:”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) composed one of the most famous love poems ever – Sonnet 43:
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
E.E. Cummings (1894-1962) brought new life and a modern twist in his love poem – i carry your heart with me:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
Well there you have it, a brief look at, the love poem through the ages. Whether it’s “Roses are red, violets are blue” or “How do I love thee?” love poems are one of the oldest and most heartfelt ways for one human to express their love to one another. Human beings cannot help but want to express the deep emotions that come with love; it seems that from the beginning of time we have done so, I don’t think we will stop any time soon.
So as you prepare for Valentine’s Day, consider writing your own love poem, it is a true expression of love. I would like to leave you with what I consider one of the greatest love poems of the current age.
Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) gave us this priceless piece – Sonnet 17
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Vivacious Love
By J.Lynne Moore
Damper clouds are pushed away,
The dawning of a cantankerous day.
Will you bring your heart to play?
Do not hold my love at bay!
Surly winds blow in and out,
I’ll stand with you, never doubt!
Lighting will flash and thunder shout;
Kiss my lips, don’t whine and pout!
We’ll ride it up, hold on down;
I am your queen, I’ll wear your crown.
You are my joy, my jester, my clown;
I’ll trade my smile for your frown.
Slumberous love is not our style;
We will face each yellow wicked trial.
They will eat our crow, all the while…
Walk with me to the very last mile.
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The Maiden and the Spriggan King
By J.Lynne Moore
“T’is the equinox!” She said,
as she cackled soft and meek.
“The moon will be my candle,
tonight vengeance will speak.”
Upon the mossen floor,
a fairy-ring was laid;
tender care was taken,
his betrayal shall be repaid.
Her brumous figure quivered,
her incantation spoke,
“Tarry not dear spirits,
your power I do invoke.”
“My body lays among,
the lilies of the spring.
Please grant me this request,
oh mighty Spriggan King!”
The words she whispered, woke
what slept within the wood.
Tonight her unbound spirit,
would be laid to rest for good.
The Spriggan King appeared,
before her in the gloom,
along with his horde of Red Caps,
their lips sticky with grume.
“His name is not important,
it’s his deeds that make him bad.”
Resolve grew within her voice,
at last revenge would be had.
“Tonight he walks the streets,
in search of victims sweet.
Innocent blood is taken,
from those he happens to meet.”
“I will not welcome heaven,
until his spirit burns!
Hell will be his eternal home,
trapped within the guerns!”
The Spriggan King accepted,
her request so sincere.
Surrounded by his Red Caps,
his intention was very clear.
The cobbled streets were silent,
as the knave wandered alone;
unaware of his ill fortune,
tonight he would not return home.
The swiftness of the Red Caps,
made quick work of this fiend.
With wicked wetted teeth,
his bones they fleetly cleaned.
Heaven welcomed her soul;
his claimed by the gates of hell.
Victory wrought by the forest guardians,
her vengeance they did quell.
Lilies dancing around her grave,
awaken the flora of spring.
The forest fauna rejoice,
as they welcome new offspring.
The forest guardians now rest,
deep within the mists untold,
enjoying nature’s serenity,
watching springtide unfold.
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The Garden
By J.Lynne Moore
Enter now the flowered bed,
That held our bones the night we wed.
Winter laps at petals soft;
Cynical, the sun, at or love has scoffed.
Tender stems now break away;
My heart smashed, dust of clay.
One last time, let mercy flow,
And taste my soul before you go.
Wilted now the flowered bed,
The love that tended it, is dead.
Winter’s chill claims this garden plot,
The flowers have melted all to rot.
Leave me here with this flora, frozen…
Move ahead on the path you have chosen.
I will not leave the flowered bed again,
I close my eyes and remember when…
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