Hourglass Prison

Hourglass Prison

By J. Lynne Moore

Through the limpid, prison glass,
Fall the sands of heedless time.
Never making resplendent sense,
Always ending in a twisted rhyme.

No need to hold your last breath,
Overmarrow cannot be seen,
Cry no more for spilled milk regret,
During the lost affairs of yestereen.

No tepid, vanilla life prospers.
Zeal, adopt it as your first name,
Let choice purchase your victory,
Shatter the hourglass, be never tame.

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Mustard Seed

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.

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Connection

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.

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One Winged Angel

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.

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Squatters

Squatters

By J. Lynne Moore

Voices speaking in the vent;
just squatters that pay no rent.

Called a taxi, but they won’t go;
seems I’m the star of this dog and pony show.

They lick my wounds,
and sing for me; self-righteousness tunes.

In my ear night and day,
not even the angels can keep them at bay.

They tell me they are just like Robin Hood;
believing their lies sometimes feels good.

Someday I may spit them out.
Eviction?….I’m not that stout.

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Rotten Words

Rotten Words

By J. Lynne Moore

Words upon words…
Meaning, full of not.
Voice of nothingness,
The kettle calling the pot.

Babbling of a barren brook,
Chatter full of rot.
Tongue of twisted words,
The kettle calling the pot.

Whispers full of venom,
Lies never caught…
The music of a gossip,
The kettle called the pot.

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