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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River Song
By J. Lynne Moore
‘Tis the river’s song
that leads me nigh;
Through the meadows low,
under the open sky.
A wee dainty tune;
nature’s holy hymn.
Sung on a whisper,
through the shadows dim.
I stroll through the grass,
laden with dew.
My soul joins the chorus;
my heart beats anew.
The jewels in the heavens,
sparkle with delight.
Keeping perfect time,
with the opera’s flight.
By the shore, I now sit,
my toes are not shy,
And find their way gladly,
to the water…I sigh.
Just a moment of bliss;
in a life lived long.
A moment to remember,
singing the river song.
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Envy Machine
By J. Lynne Moore
Beat back the hypnotic envy machine;
Sneaky little beggar, vagabond queen.
Meaty little bits, a treat left for all,
Ponder the apparatus’ frantic call.
Billowing decay…Kiss that trashy snake?
Hollow promises, far-flung and half-baked.
Stereotyped to death, prosecute none;
Scrawl their names in blood, it’s all come undone.
Savor what victory? None to be had…
Saturate the languid, envious clad.
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The Night Freddie Met His Doom
By J. Lynne Moore
He found himself alone in the dark,
Freddie had spent five, dark, soulless nights,
In the cold dead space of the silent, uninvited hills.
The clock tower chimed the 11th hour
And he was surrounded by the evil dead.
He had been the 7th guest of a hideous corpse party.
But now everyone had been left for dead.
Freddie knew he shall never make it until dawn,
For when the evil within had its way
He would assuredly be dead by daylight.
The evil residents of this fatal frame,
Were the blood borne spawn of hell,
And the dead were rising to take him away…
It would be a dark decent into eternal darkness…
Down to Dante’s Inferno of the condemned!
A/N – This is just a fun poem, an ode to many of my favorite video games.
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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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Wake Me Not
By J. Lynne Moore
Wake me not until the dawn…
The tides have writ the final pawn.
Moon glow cackles along the waves,
To the horizon with shadows paves.
Minutes whisper as they fade away,
Lost to history and memory’s fray.
Wake me not until the dawn…
When the rays, yellow, cheerfully spawn.
And bid the amaranthine a fond adieu,
Sprinkling, soft, the day’s first dew.
My eyes will then upon you be cast,
Our love complete at long last.
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The Temptress
By J. Lynne Moore
Vanished now the heart’s pure seed,
Conquered by her wretched deed.
His loving words she did not heed,
Lone, he stands, shattered, indeed.
A prisoner to her blackened heart;
Her love laid siege from the start.
Naked, his soul, was torn apart.
Now, he rues, Cupid’s poison dart.
Reality bled upon his desire…
As she kindled, another’s, bedroom fire.
He was left upon the circus wire;
Drowning in heartbreak’s mire.
The temptress fled the dire scene,
No honor or morals did she glean.
If only his heart could have foreseen,
Her wicked wiles and a soul unclean.
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Tea Time
By J. Lynne Moore
Take your time,
You won’t be late.
I’ll make sure,
To unlock the gate.
That’s the way…
Don’t look back.
I don’t bite…
Take off your pack.
Settle in, now.
Tea and cakes?
Oh don’t mind,
Those pesky snakes…
Another sip?
Then close your eyes.
You won’t wake up;
It’s my surprise.
Silly child…
Don’t you know?
Never trust a witch,
When the moon’s aglow.
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Stay the Course
By J. Lynne Moore
The point of determination,
Sticks in my craw.
I swallow again and again,
Leave my throat raw.
Logic says do or die! Now!
In the corner “want” starts to cry;
“Will”…gasping for breath,
Blue, purple, don’t let it die…
Silent, my voice falls short.
The crow laughs with a caw.
Determination tries to feed,
On my doubt, it begins to gnaw.
Live support begins to flow…
“Want” and “will” catch their breath.
The diurnal course, moves ahead,
For another day doubt meets death.
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