Short Juno Poems

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June

Is for

Juno, not

July, that is...

Why!

Date: May 19, 2019...

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To end my Jane worry
I will have to fee a brewery
And make an unsteady march
My lady won’t give an appro
Or she may
Because she is a juno
I will lavish her with jewelry
Diamonds for the august lady...

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"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
A Rambling Poet

She offered flowers
To her dear spirit Juno,
Thanking her for life,
For yet another birthday,
And continued protection.

Jack Horne, 17th July, for Constance's 'What is she doing?' contest...

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Many man are going mad
Just because Juno jumped
From haven,in from of a female
Men marvel
who won't want these women
They are treacherously tantalizing
Noble man navigating into their net
Capturing and charming
Everyone,everything-enchanting
Lost in lust lid
Thanks to Them........

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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 play...

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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 are now dried
our wedding ring is now fried
let me go my way
till i will forget this day...

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Juno, a spacecraft that arrived at Jupiter in 2016.

Unprecedented, a word best describing Juno's mission.

Pictures, never before seen, now arriving from Jupiter.

I remember the launch to Jupiter nine years ago.

Time, God's time, will reveal the secrets of the universe.

Eternity is plenty of time to explore God's vast domain.

Relentless is man's search to determine how things began.


050821PSCtest, Planet Poetry, Matt Caliri...

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The Gambler
By Juno Byron

There lived a ruler
Wh'as a good gambler
tall as giraffe's neck
Silly slim handsome deck
Chaos his best friend

I myself have guns
They have become Jesus
On the cross - said
He ate cigga's da'ly
And rode on horses

In the slums when
He came they hid 
Pub books had his
name late in the
Night he came home

Silently silenced go'ment 'ficials
He was a Pharaoh
But his rose flower
Brought him down so
His name was Chalby....

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Children frolic in soft, warm sand.
Upon which, long ago, a band
of brothers gave their lives to free
a country held in tyranny;
Omaha, Utah, each, as planned.

Gold, Juno, Sword, a bloody land.
Lives stolen far from their homeland.
Where once blood stained the sand and sea,
children frolic.

What impulse makes a person stand,
give everything; such pain withstand?
Raw sacrifice, so you and we,
new generations can now see
beaches; where families love; and
children frolic....

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