Best Junction Poems
The softest of skins
Your hand reaches towards mine
The junction of lust
Categories:
junction, love,
Form:
Haiku
Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Apache Junction
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: April/2014
Gonna take the 405 train
to Apache Junction.
Bought me a one-way ticket,
and I ain't look'n back.
When I get there, I'm gonna hike the
Apache trail; forget about my past,
and look forward to the future -
It's my dream to climb Superstition Mountain,
and lookout across the wilderness,
to free my mind of all negative thoughts,
about the town that I left behind -
This is my fresh start! In the land where
they still panhandle for gold.
I hear that the sun, is at its most beautiful
setting, over the Goldfield mountains.
It feels right, I have a gleam in my eyes again,
and through the blessings of the Great Spirit,
I'll have a few gold coins in my pockets too.
I'll visit the Lost Dutchman Gold Mine,
and prospect for a few nickels and dimes.
I'll gallop back to my place on a horse,
kickback in the cool shade, from my
clay colored, adobe style home,
and look out at a field of cactus trees,
take a sip of some citrus infused water,
and call it a day.
Yep! no worry's, no problems,
just the sky, and the Arizona air -
Well, gotta go, here come the westbound 405
to Apache Junction.
Categories:
junction, leaving,
Form:
Prose
Lately a person begins to read between the lines
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times
they make you invisible shying away from the truth
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong
a violent nature lacks any respect to honour Justice correctly
certain groups have become hostile to straight talkers even violent
Charity cases crying over sin and vices to be accepted as normal
to carve the hammer into words etched on stone cold laid facts face
The bully is enslaved by their desire to overturn God
burning hate pretends to be polite sticking the dagger in
lacking innocence it poisons the purity in defence
You can be a murderer butchering defenceless beings
but you can't be seen to pray without being insulted
Categories:
junction, abortion, anti bullying, culture,
Form:
Free verse
There comes a time in everyones life, when you`ve had just enough of its stress`
and strife.
You reach for a *** a spliff or the bottle, to dampen your senses, your nerves and
your trouble.
But understand this before you tackle that junction, without tears without pain, we
wouldnt properly function.
Categories:
junction, introspection
Form:
Light Verse
Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
Playing with their tongues
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated beverage.
Categories:
junction, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Politicians are just like flies
Great big mouths and bulging eyes
They talk and talk and say very little
And always refuse to meet in the middle
They walk the halls, back and forth
And get themselves all out of sorts
Over some imagined slight
Maybe some reporter will catch the fight
Then they get want they seem to want
On tv! Themselves to flaunt
And the day will come when a law they will make
And praise themselves, then take a break
Laws for the rich to keep down the poor
You don't have to be a woman to be a whore.
Just pay a lobbyist to buy a vote
Or if you're rich enough, just write a note.
The goal seems to be to make themselves a name
They seem to forget the job is not a game
Global warming and immigration
Healthcare reform and nullification
Legalize pot?-Not in Texas
Just build more prison complexes
Over population? Don't mention it!
The religious coffers wouldn't like it a bit
Tax dollars there, tax dollars here
Whose pet project gets done this year?
Forget the homeless, forget the ill
Just spend the money on Capitol Hill
Who needs water, who needs heat
It doesn't matter, there's someone to beat!
All that counts is the party and the pride
And the country is just along for the ride.
If we get smart, our vote they'll not receive
If they continue this practice to deceive.
Categories:
junction, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
pressed beyond the point of break,
with no known destination,
the last word left the station,
trailing silence in its wake…
Categories:
junction, conflict, sad,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
. for public domain
We are well into December,
each birdbath crests a mound of snow,
new flakes creep down Winter's sky.
I draw a slow breath. The air bites cold.
Security lights illuminate
the lawn trees white crusted bare branches,
alleyways are free of traffic,
no steps lead to vagrant ranches.
On this three AM Monday morning,
time passes peaceful and fair.
Birds and transients will pipe with dawn,
enduring a cold day to bare.
Categories:
junction, december, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
back that trash up
it smells
its stinks
it makes your eyes
watery and blink
so back that trash
the hell-on-up
and there won't be a mess-up
so lets send it all the way to hell
lock it up in funky jail
kick its stinky butt to the curb
knock the funk right on its head
give the place
some much appreciated liberty needed fresh class
Categories:
junction, anxiety, earth, environment, health,
Form:
Bio
Love and poetry, inseparable siamese sisters ever
Categories:
junction, allegory, allusion, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Monoku
My having a fantasy of women in threes cannot totally be blamed on me
To find the start of this lust in my heart you have to begin with my TV.
Each show began as the theme song they sang with three girls bathing in a tower
My eyes grew wide and the fantasy inside continued blooming for half an hour.
Most reading my story are too young for the glory to share in this compunction
Of falling aghast of three sisters in a bath who came from Petticoat Junction.
There was Betty-Jo and Bobbie-Jo and Billy-Jo, too, three prettier girls I never knew
And every week I wanted to take a peek as the Cannonball Express rolled on through.
I never could guess which –Jo I liked best and so I desired all three
Now I’m psychotic and often hypnotic with thoughts of a ménage-a-trios and me.
So, what the heck, I mean no disrespect when I meet a pretty, wholesome girl
And walk up to the same, introduce my name and ask if she comes from Hooterville.
Categories:
junction, nostalgiafantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
At the desert junction
of hope and despair
We scanned the horizon
to seek passage there
Yet just when despair
loomed ahead in the sand
Emerged hope, our oasis
on a prayer's caravan
Categories:
junction, depression, hope, prayer, success,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
Traveling ahead I reached a junction, diverging.
Stopped undecided which path I should take.
Both looked equally unfamiliar and strange.
Wavering, an easy choice I couldn’t make.
One was going to the north, the other to the west.
I had no idea where it would finally end.
On an impulse, I chose the route going to the north.
Moving ahead, I found the road bumpy, full of hairpin bend.
I was overcome with fear and a sense of regret.
Thought if I had opted to travel to the west,
It would have made so much of a difference,
And wouldn’t have put me in such severe test.
However, I resolved to proceed further.
Stopping halfway was never my choice.
I decided to face the challenge somehow.
Overcoming hurdles gives us a chance to rejoice!
There is always thrill in facing the unknown.
As life is full of uncertainty, ambiguity and fear,
We often have to choose destinations unknown.
Yet through it all, we try to persevere.
After the initial setbacks, I entered a smooth road.
It was an avenue with trees arching on either side.
I knew I was heading to a celestial Arcadia.
With no more regrets, thanked my intuition, my best guide!
Categories:
junction, anxiety, journey, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.
East's Generator to suck flood
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's odd retention
Yes, pavements, too, at the junctions
Waters there need interruptions...
East's flood zones to face big tunnels
Or if you wish Trillion funnels
Categories:
junction, cry, earth, water, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
R-ound earth and blue sky
M-eet at the wide horizon,
B-oth are beautiful.
Topic: Birthday of Ruby M. Bongcay (March 18)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Categories:
junction, birthday,
Form:
Haiku