Impossible
By J. Lynne Moore
Call back the wind
Push back the sea
Gather some star dust
Or try and love me
Count the sand of the shore
Gather every leaf of a tree
Walk the oceans wide
Or try and love me
Pluck the moon from the sky
Set the demons of hell free
All of this will happen
Before you ever love me
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Healing Touch
By J. Lynne Moore
A simple prayer,
for a healing touch.
A heartfelt cry,
for one loved so much.
Do not deny…
the reality, present;
but wrap it in hope,
don’t fret or lament.
Faith brings rest,
for those who believe.
Just hold out your hand,
and in gratitude receive.
No matter the burden,
no matter the plight,
there is healing to be had,
in Heaven’s Holy light!
A prayer is lifted,
for the one I love so.
Into His hands
I must let you go.
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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.
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Cat Date
By J.Lynne Moore
What do I say, to those in love;
that carry on like, cooing turtledove.
Do I scorn their love so sweet?
When they display, affection on the street.
Does my temper flare and rage,
as another couple walks out on the stage?
Do you see me weep and pine,
because I don’t hear, “You are mine”?
Heavens no! For goodness sake!
Love to me, has too high a stake!
For me… my cat, is the perfect mate!
She makes for a splendid, dinner date.
Never once has she been unkind;
a more amiable companion, you will never find.
She does not ever have a complaint,
I think I would say she is quite a saint!
Oh, her hair…makes quite a mess;
but I shan’t complain, about her dress.
This may sound all very queer;
I assure you it’s not, she’s quite a dear.
So, you can keep, all your lovey stuff;
To me it seems to be nothing but fluff.
As for me…and my sweet cat;
We are a perfect pair, and that is that.
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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.
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Cashmere Illusions: The Musings of a Lady Poet
By J. Lynne Moore
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Remembering Daddy
By J. Lynne Moore
Canary smiles flit,
to faces in the room;
airplanes of paper wit,
thrown out upon the gloom.
Remembrances passed around,
free of charge or back tax.
Flowing with love unbound,
seeping into all our cracks.
His ashes a centerpiece…
tangible evidence, proof,
of the man we all caprice.
As we gather beneath his roof.
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A Wicked Brew
By J. Lynne Moore
Her steady hand moved with grace,
As the cauldron bubbled in this wicked place.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
She would have her revenge, for she knew the truth.
Banished he would be, from his sinful life,
No more to cause her dead heart strife.
The wings of a fly and a rotten toad,
The sweat from a horse a sailor rode.
Forty-two stalks of swamp root grass,
A pinch of ruby dust and the gills of a bass.
Boil it for five and stir it twice,
Then test the juice out on a pair of mice.
Victory would be hers by the break of dawn,
One tiny sip and he would be gone.
No more would he lie, no more would he cheat,
In moments he would be sitting in the devil’s seat.
“Drink my love, your morning brew.”
She cackled to herself, “If he only knew!”
He thought he was smart and oh so clever,
Now he calls hell home, forever and ever.
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Red Dress
By J. Lynne Moore
Red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled and torn,
Last time worn.
Smooth as snake skin,
Caused many a sin.
Went with her smile,
Was just her style.
Rocked the club,
But that’s the rub;
Then came apart,
He stopped her heart.
A red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled in the rain,
Red as the stain.
One last trip,
Body bag zip…
Red dress quite…still…
Red…dressed the kill!
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Paid In Blood
By J.Lynne Moore
Peace comes at a price;
‘Tis a heavy one to pay.
Are you willing to fight,
For your freedoms every day?
Someone, has to draw the line,
And be willing to make a stand,
Against the wolves of oppression,
Ready to bite the out stretched hand.
Dear heart, the price of peace is blood;
Of the innocent, and the guilty alike.
For as long as evil reins,
The righteous must be willing to strike.
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