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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Shoulders

Shoulders

By J. Lynne Moore

A shoulder of stone,
Beneath my head,
Upon which…
My fears I shed.

A moment of surrender,
In a gentle embrace.
Eyes closed soft,
I bury my face.

A dream still held,
In the lone shadows of night;
Stone shoulders to share,
The perils of mortal flight.

A tattered yoke laden,
With the burdens of life.
I carry it solo…
I’m no longer a wife.

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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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Galilee Shores

Galilee Shores

By J. Lynne Moore

On Galilee shores,
We drank some wine;
Spit cantankerous words,
At the waves of time.

You kissed my hand,
Before you gave it back;
And I openly sighed…
My words out of whack.

A ponderous smile,
Rolled across your face.
I knew at the moment,
I had won the race.

A wave of affection,
Encased us both.
On Galilee shores,
I do thee be troth.

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Time in a Bottle

Time in a Bottle

By J. Lynne Moore

Stands an empty cup,
On the table, bare.
Greedy, you drank it up,
Now you blindly stare,

No need to fret, darling…
Not only will I spare a dime;
A final gift to you I bring,
The bottle filled with time.

Moments precious, held within,
Will quench your ample thirst.
Contrary to your final sin,
You’ve already done the worst.

No need to give praise,
For a gift given without strings.
In a toast my glass I raise,
For hope eternal springs.

What time is left now?
Only the bottle knows;
But this my darling I vow,
Your cheeks shall return to rose.

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Our Way

Our Way

By J. Lynne Moore

Love, gentle, is not our way…
Passions, volcanic, upon us play.

Flippant desires, humbled lust;
Sheepish kisses fall to dust.

Only the tides rival our soul;
Spinning cyclones out of control.

Bow to our feverish rapture;
Jealous, our love to capture.

Weep those who cannot see,
The adoration betwixt you and me.

Beyond what, the universe can convey,
Love, gentle, is not our way…

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His Name is Hate

His Name is Hate

By J. Lynne Moore

He lurks, the Dragon,
playing with his toys,
constructs of human flesh;
supping on the juice of their fear.

As the cat, he pounces!
No shame or regret,
holds him back…
As we sit on our soft chairs of complacency.

Like daily vitamins,
we casually swallow his lies,
drink from his cup of oppression,
closing our eyes to the destruction.

To endure we must…
Shine a flashlight of hope,
onto his vile intent,
and banish him… HATE…FOREVER.

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