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Noel Johnson Poem
Dark mocha pools welling with liveliness
pulsating pink skin beckons flesh, i crave the forms from which all words commense
heavy rain sluicing down beading upon the macadam sagaciously i dance unshod
the words I haven't said to him yet
my incorrigible heart an inept journal pening lavishly about he, loathe am I to share entry
imploringly iterate a solidarity, his spirit taking me in an unyielding upsweep
duodecennial such an entreat, we converse without words knowing they only
lead my head down to the pillow where drowse I attain a dubitable dream
which will drone dulcet one sweet day
upon our common doorstep.
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My opinions forced through the pet door, I talk from a porclean doll mouth
praised on the head this crestfallen child, even a haunting lullaby tires
with my lips pressed deep I say goodbye like first steps faulter
but isn't it better to be dredged from strong waters
than surface on th walking end? red flagged with dependancy issues
what make me cling to a love life filled with antiques
these thoughts keep me in the tub water longer, till my fingers shrivel
not a girl delegated into a corner anymore, my decorous debacles lapse
I know you're no generations' gentleman but won't you leave
a swarthy sheath over my stupor, i flush sanguine when
combatted with your sanctimony avast! this impasse
sure I always mull on it before I quip and the old wounds
they playfully tweak, tyrannizingly we repeat unremittedly this rancorous rapture
on the walking end.
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Walking in a humid rains eerie, strange copper wave
your shirt a most prized skin on, hold on! the scent losing
undeniable lady grief keeps pace on me, like pressed powder somehow
there i still feel your touches and warm in a cozy knot knowing
you long after it's Godly, the clover filling and never popping
far up above the sidewalk breakage just as determined for sungold shoulders
so immense the life passed, only brave rains fall
where once you walked and I now calm
a busy head within hounding a Highness beyond mortal reach, why Elizabeth?
temporarily estranged from the onrushing reality
going on not despite no, know
it is with your loving spirit always present and guiding,
in relinquishing the body she breathes
in everything eternally and withstands,
hopefully somewhere near my shoes.
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Chasing along endlessly
only halting to search ponderously
up heavenward into a vast expanse of azure purity
welcoming
the knowledge that there and beyond is not empty
but patiently waiting
for us to fill a Father's void
a Man who gifts of a child to the world selflessly
too short is whatever duration given the individuality
to celebrate what has come of His keeping
even temporarily
His House with one less voice.
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It's as if before you know winter has taken the great landscapes
a snow too much for mankind preparations but we are not to be driven
to our confines despite, the masses bundled warm speed slowed
trek outings to their respective loves even though the cold winds blow
in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to
so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth
without looking back and thinking how lucky we were, we put the rush on something
beautiful but here and now is a short lived blessing left are many to confess
they are chilled by the cold and harried at journeys end, all for survival of endless friendship
even though the cold winds blow
in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to
so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth
when autumn leaves scurry sidewalks again there will be delight in the ensuing freeze
even though the cold winds blew, remnants of possibilities remain awake
that kind of magic happening for so few, springs to life anew.
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