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Wrestling Words

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Wrestling Words

By J. Lynne Moore

Put this in your pocket,
Give it a little smoke.
Who cares anymore…
If the logic is all broke?

Wear me down with lies,
That never seem to stop.
Put them in your pocket,
And hop kangaroo hop.

No more wrestling words,
No more poison thoughts;
This is where we draw the line,
On you wicked little plots.

Turn back now, you canker…
I won’t say it again!
We’ve all be there before,
And this is how it began.

Take your final pink slip,
Bend someone else’s ear.
No more will we wallow,
In your tar pit of fear.

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

A Lover’s Tale

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A Lover’s Tale

By J. Lynne Moore

Count them not, the ways of love,
Nor the kisses so sickly sweet;
Rival, your whispers do, the cooing of the dove.
How do I love thee, let me repeat?

Heaven sings with angel song…
What more shall my heart birth?
Nay, my lips pressed’n throng,
For the knave whose heart has no girth.

Hell in jest, boasts you grand, cavalier.
A serpent’s heart in your breast does beat;
Alas my love has been wasted dear.
How do I love thee, let me repeat?

I love thee no more than Satan’s son,
And with that our lover’s tale is undone.

(A/N – My first attempt at a “sonnet”, I did not concern myself with the proper meter, just the form.)

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Mustard Seed

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Mustard Seed

By J. Lynne Moore

Crushed and battered,
Bug under a shoe.
Rat race shattered,
Lips black and blue…

Retching over the rail,
Now the rabbit died.
Eyes hollow, face pale,
Baby daddy lied.

Searchin’ for super glue,
Mustard seed of hope.
One and one makes two…
Hold on to that rope.

Baby, ride that wave!
The Carpenter will call;
Answer back, be brave,
Zion’s grace stands tall.

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

Connection

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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.

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

One Winged Angel

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One Winged Angel

By J. Lynne Moore

Oh my one winged angel,
Dark and brooding…
Seen through my eyes.
My child of the night,
Born in the secret place.
You crafted my heart.

Oh my one winged angel,
Once left, twice returned.
Oh fatherless son of mine.
My moon, my stars,
Following the unseen path,
Fear holds us not.

Oh my one winged angel,
Love’s paradox cradles us;
Holding us hostage in time.
My breath, my life’s blood,
Heaven’s flightless angel…
of the shadows.

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

Love Poems…Not!

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Love Poems…Not!

By J. Lynne Moore

I don’t like writing love poems,
They really make me quite ill,
I’d rather swallow a big o’ horse pill!

All that lovey, mushy stuff,
I find it awfully gross,
Pretty lame and a bit morose.

I’d much prefer to write about,
A Viking warship at sea,
That’s what’s exciting to me.

So within my poems and prose,
You will never ever find,
The lovey, dovey poem kind.

For as you can clearly see,
If it were all up to me,
Poetry would be love free!

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

Last Goodbye

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Last Goodbye

By J. Lynne Moore

I’ll dance not, upon your grave;
Though you, in life, were a knave.

Tender, your kiss, once made me shine,
Like the blossoms of the honeysuckle vine.

Then turned cold, your wicked embrace,
Leaving tears to stain my face.

I will not deny my bitter disdain;
That left my heart spent and mind insane.

But never did I wish for death to befall,
Your wretched soul, ‘twas your own downfall.

Yet, here I stand in a mourner’s gown,
As tears salt the rain cascading adown.

Is heaven or hell your newfound home?
Or does your soul hover betwixt the gloam?

A day may come whence we meet again…
‘Till that time, my life, I shall feign.

© 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

Black and White

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Black and White

By J. Lynne Moore

This pallet holds no colors,
Only hues of black and white;
And when they meet in the middle,
Grey covers all in sight.

Sometimes it’s the grey of a dove.
Sometimes it’s the grey of night.
But it’s always a smoky hue,
That knows no wrong or right.

Only one way to separate the colors,
And paint them in the proper light.
We need the grace of a Savior,
To draw away the darkness with His Might.

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