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Junie Moon Poem
Garden of Zen, showers of cherry blossoms dance pink on champagne air. Taste of sunshine new on the tongue, winter’s bleak falling away, ides of March blow deep breath, morning songs perch on ivory branches, tiny tinkling chatter beckons the daylight, speaking in unison winter is worn and ready to live. Flamingos on long stems dredge thru giant purple lily pads , silky opal waters reflect red poppies circling ponds, wheel of time, hand of the sundial nnbendable. Clay statues smile, seasons memorized, silver notes on butterfly wings, Children paint layers of rice paper, onion skin thin in theatre colors. Skydancers begin to form mythical creatures with narrow bones of balsa, soon to collide with sunlight’s magic. Phantasmagoria awakens the dragons, paisley monster, green scaled lizards contorting, streamers ripple, undulating symmetrical patterns, peacocks strut, shimmering feathers ruffle, tiger engage in battles, horses pursue hawks, pointed winged unicorns dive thru puffy white pillows catch spring thermals. Ships of imagination sail rough waters, warriors defend comrades riding shadows thru euphoric laughter that marinates afternoons summoned by the goddess of mirth winds blow clouds into fortune cookie shapes, fantasies, daydreamers, waltz silent and free; childlike wonder escaping erupting, opaque particles of sparkling youth, red cheeked cherub faces, squeals of merriment, innocence transcends time, spiritual existence, nature, finding utopia on a string of fortunate sensations
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
WHITE ROSES
Red horizon, sunset beach
Cranes fly over the moon
Artificial reality removes
time, condenses motion;
Sounds collide ghostly echoes
Adhere to the walls;
Institutional humanity
Created and fortified
By judgments, opinions
And medical melancholy
un scripted performances,
rages in a cage,
humanity undervalued,
brains unplugged, fed a diet
of labels and acronyms,
mentally incomplete
Unable to mount defenses
held back by imaginary
boundaries, a Labyrinth
of altered consciousness,
capricious, raw, unsettling;
white roses pirouette
within a glass house hastened
by the clock completing timed
synchronized routines repeated
daily, solemn, systemically;
Icy rain, frozen window pane,
fairies dancing on the rim,
Star to star, to the moon
Mania manifested fearless in
Raven hair, red hat dancing with
Shadows, giggles erupting sporadic,
Eagles carry flights of fancy
as sallow daffodils draped
In regret hint at depression,
a catatonic companion
Infected minds disrupted routinely
by medical decisions, robotic
White roses deliver good intentions
In thorny silence
Restless stupor, drug induced
Still life…fractured memories,
casualties coated in liquid gloom
Invisible mouths whispering,
beware;,white roses lifting their
colorless petals ever vigilant,
victims escorted to cloistered
confessionals,
psycho-babble economized,
sixty minutes of wordiness
psycho babble
tiny sun lit window,
glittering diamond dust
falling, free,
liberated, swirling
around a bald head
white roses, nodding
puppet-like offering
tiny cups full of hope
curative offerings seeking miracles;
as if they were body of Christ or some Holy Mass,
repeated, day after day reminding
the outcast of their maladies,
despair, cruel defects,
traumas and bruised ideals,
victims of apathetic politics
white roses, silhouettes,
ever vigilant shuffling in
and out always separated
from cerebral misprints
intelligence in storage,
locked behind
facades of architectural
esthetics
White roses, shadow origami
cranes fly over the moon
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2009
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Junie Moon Poem
It was those eyes, blue, almost effervescent. Caribbean water. I could submerge my soul into those orbs. A voice, feminine, rich, smooth cappuccino. With a melodious timbre. Absorbing me with kinetic energy. She smiles, electric, my heart knew when to beat. Skin alabaster, smooth, the blush of youth touched her cheeks. A euphoric scent of fine Tuscan lavender salved me. When on her lap I lay looking into the face of my affectionate addiction
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
Got the letter in the mail, Highschool reunion, will you be there? I thought and talked to myself, if I went who would care? Memories of that old school, Algebra, Spanish teachers I could never fool, Boys with pimples and girls with long hair, Dresses on prom night with the shoulders bare, Young fellows in blue tuxes trying to be men. I wondered ( chuckled) had their long hair come to an end? Football games and snobby cheerleaders, now with kids and probably bing eaters. Stealing cigarettes from mom, grounded on the big weekend Vietnam and burn your bra, Bettlemania, me strumming my guitar. 156? and just a few friends. Where were they all now, where had they all been. That was all gone, it came to an end. I put the paper in the shredder. I didn’t need them then and I don’t need them now! P.s. I wonder where those old bell bottoms are, oh, well!!
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
At first it looked just to be a sad old house beside the sea. I walked across the pure elk sand into a monument to God and Man. A wall of glass in every hue took breathe from me as it suddenlybcame into view The cooled glass, the leaded lines, memories etched in another time. The glass received the sun as it had always done. Then the pigments forget their age as a kaliescscope of colors burst forth from that gilded cage. Peach faced doves weaved ribbons of gold ‘round colors so vivid, pristine,yet old The sun played upon each color in time to some unheard music long left behind. Angels suspended in powder blue skies...A man on a cross with sad suffering eyes. The symmetry, the grace so engraved on this place made leaving hard and staying misplaced. I had given nothing but found it gave me a joy, a lightness, a burden set free. The stained glass window returned to reflecting the sea
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
Impatient hummingbirds pull back the Lacey drape of morn. Pale gold layers sparkle blue skies, The eye of Raj splits the horizon Arrogant, the Sun bedazzles the day Redwings flying backwards tender the paranoid dawn, Cacophony of sounds assault the pristine air, Parady, rehearsals, timed performances With local talent perceived but not considered. The unforgiving Ocean swallows the light, Galant, Hierophant, Grace and Wisdom Allow the day to boast precociously, Hours condense as dusk shadows day, Darkness presses tight against an unyielding. Boundary between earth and sky. Stretched... Limitless... Daylight succumbs to the darkness. Canopy riddled with asterisks. Consume the night in velvet painting black
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
MENTAL FATIGUE
Necrotic daylight,
crimson waves,
dripping into pools
of dark deception;
stagnant air
grasping for the last clarity of light
Illusions echoing;
imagination forcing him to
face the blistering dark
melancholy memories
dig deep into the brain.
On and on into night,
walking helpless, perhaps insane
Deficient in color
shadows compensate;
waves of motion
ooze through spaces
spawning some ill fate
hypnotic humming
Surrounds his head
like an opiate
driven, driving one mad
Darkness becomes oppressor,
seductress in her domain
observing the quality of discomfort
massed upon the damned
night still refused
to recognize the day
belching poisonous phrases
‘till the animated brightness
burns the eye of doubt
with potency of its power
driving the bitter darkness out
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2009
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Derilict in duty, the sun refused to shine. Dark clouds consumed a doubtful sky. Black and bruised clouds continued to expand. Thunder began a rhythmic sound, rumbling, pulsating, moving. Sky began to simmer and churn, ominous and foreboding. The storm intimidated the ground. Wind took breath exploding with anger that blistered the air. Unwilling to accept neglect lightening threw spears to split the gloom. Stage was nw set for impending doom. Nothing could extinguish the mighty potency unleashed by a cosmic force. The unstable nature of the environment commanded the final element of choice. A barrage of insipid drops joining ranks, marching in sheet like columns. With velocity of rapid fire guns. The deluge pummeled and thrashed. With help from the wind everything standing again and again. Morning proved what the night had known. Nature boiled and frothed with mananical passion and strength. The disturbance and destruction would leave a scar upon the land. Evidence of what the omnipotent could command
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Junie Moon Poem
The tin Man Bows to the moon. Millions of tiny lights, Pierce a deep purple silence, A pale blue deity rings Each celestial body, Wild horses, white wings, Race infinity. Shooting stars, sparklers. In the night. Sanguine, resplendent. Glimpse the universe. Imperturbable. Surrender, Dreamtime
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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Fractured prisms reflected the light as blood her apron, The mirror was first to see the deed and all the mayhem. Sunlight screamed thru the only window, making the room seem smaller still, Even with the summer heat I felt a sudden chill. The kitchen floor ran red, my father’s back did too. Mother stood in triumph like a cold starring statue. I never heard a sound ‘till someone yelled ‘My God’. Time seemed to be on holiday. All motion slow, unreal, odd. Sirens and red lights soon filled the parking lot. The excitement charged the air but we children seemed forgot. I never saw the ambulance as it sped away. I didn’t even. Get to say goodbye to this sad and dying day. Mother never swayed, she continued to stand her ground. She never made a sound. I don’t think she heard a word. I pulled my brother to me, he wiggled and pulled free. He went to stand by mother, that’s where he most wanted to be. I looked around the room, where could the baby be? Through the blood she crawled unaware of the violence shaping our history. That was the day my childhood died. I had o grow up fast. I learned right then about cruel life. As my world erupted into a volcanic blast. The fallout lasted for so long. That memory was seared into my brain. Never would I trust my mom again. Every day I lived in fear. When would her anger turn to rage? I saw that look in her eyes sometimes, like an animal in a cage
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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