Juno Poems - Poems about Juno

powerful juno roman queen of strong women your song we still sing as we escape twinned clutches of crushing weeds to flower...

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Juno has dropped her Jupe for Janus— Moves unforeseen by Nostradamus. Jupiter's lightning rage Rattled Juno's last cage, But Janus is twice as dangerous....

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Just ‘jealous’ doesn’t do her justice, since unless you factor-in her womanhood, no vestige of the passion in her blood or motivation comes across: her prince conceived real circumspection. He’d convince alumni, friends and allies that they should placate her: Juno wasn’t wholly good, in Miller’s words, a phrase which wins the quince, the prize for sweetness, but wholly herself. Our modern model argues...

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Juno doesn’t like my wheel; not sure I comprehend the deal. She greets me when I walk on by, but on the wheel I think I’d die if only for that flimsy fence; it really doesn’t make much sense. The wheel invokes her sense of chase and I would surely lose that race. No, Juno doesn’t like my wheel, and I’d not like to...

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THE EVER DWINDLING FEW At Juno Beach At Juno Beach an old man stands and limps down to the shore, Where on this sand he crawled and ran so many years before. The skirl of pipes still in the air, the ceremony o'er, He knows the ghosts who haunt this coast in...

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Juno's part Akbash, part Caucasian shepherd. A beast of a dog, as fierce as a leopard; Around all the children, she's eager but sweet. As big as a barn and as tall as a horse, A mane of white hair that is matted and coarse. Woe to the coyote she happens to meet! At barely a year old, she's just a...

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My way is not that far my path is not that black tar my bicycle is deflated but your heart is inflated i go in peace and war the way i came all i see in my eye is a blank game your yellow pale face turning shifts like a phase the crescent waits for me as the horizon sinks deep in the tree roses...

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An old tennis ball near your resting head waits patiently for a sign, biding its time. Sunday’s sleek playground rocket is Monday's slumbering sentry dog-tired from yesterday’s triumphs. Rescue dogs rummaged Trade Center rubble undaunted by danger Nine-Eleven just another reason to please, and a pound's little penitent cramped in a Salt Lake City kennelbox waited patiently for a sign, biding her time to save a family, to...

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when she leaves the room walking slowly he follows just behind ready to take a fall just guarding he knows to grab her socks from the drawer he can pull it open put he watches to see if she needs help breathless sometimes he'll let her sit on the garden wall for a moment then he brings the ball get up get up he knows she needs to...

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If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto...

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