Dewdrop
By J. Lynne Moore
One little dewdrop…
Held the world.
See the reflection,
Glossy and pearled.
Life complete,
In one little bead.
Cells diving,
Shall never concede .
Life finds a way,
Universe unbound.
One little dewdrop,
Here on the ground.
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Clay Ones
By J. Lynne Moore
Ocher bleeds from the sky
Penetrating skin
Worn by the clay ones
Who consume
Invisible gasses
To inflate their
Organ balloons
That feed crimson rivers
Cascading beneath
Their painted flesh clothes
Sustaining their
Un-dead existence
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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…
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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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Sunrise
By J. Lynne Moore
The morrow’s dawn breaks
A horizon laced, saffron…
Gives slumber pause,
And banishes lingering shadows.
The moon, heavy with sleep,
Finds its rest among the stars,
Laced with the dust of dreams,
Now but a memory.
The nightingale bids good day,
To the jolly sparrow;
As she, the worm plucks,
From the dew laced soil.
The morrow has come…
And leaves not a bitter taste.
But brings with it renewal,
Laced with hope replete.
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Dance of the Tides
By J. Lynne Moore
The tides will not wait,
for the hearts of men.
They dance with naked stars,
and have no shame in sin.
They ride the waves of eternity,
cutting a path of faith;
content in lunar harmony,
loved by the moonbeam wraith.
A boundary set between worlds,
salt and sand collide.
No force can bring an end,
to the ballet of the tide.
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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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Death of a Stone
By J. Lynne Moore
In sorrow the stone lays,
Un-moving in the cutting rain.
Greedily, the earth beneath,
Drinks the stone’s sandy pain.
Each chilling drop, a dagger,
Plunging into the stone’s heart;
Carrying away the substance,
Tearing the stone apart.
There once was a time…
When the stone was a bolder, grand.
Mighty and massive, hulking,
Until the rain turned it to sand.
The stone, soon only a pebble,
Washed away in the laughing rain.
Who will remember the stone?
As it softly weeps in vain.
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