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Johnny Zephir Poem
Beneath a bright-sapphired-sky
I crush and cry
Not cuddling to my unreason
Away I've swept my bean and sigh
That Death must see no greater season...
I cry- Today,
just for a dying-butterfly!
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2006
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Johnny Zephir Poem
I wore a tiny hat
knitted with threads of honesty,
but not knowing
what he had come to see…
I scared the boogieman!
Behind the creepy-crossed-eyes
I couldn’t tell, he was a sheep or a wolf
Yet to tell the whole truth,
I had myself to blame
Knowing
That’s how he made his fame-
Lame,
but as much as I hate the game…
I had to scare the boogieman
He was the one who was set out
to give me stress-
A corporate bully, at his best
who must’ve taken me for something less
Trying to make me stray
stealing my entire day
While with a grin
Made me a prisoner in my own skin.
That’s why!
I scared the boogieman.
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2008
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Johnny Zephir Poem
It's raining gods!
A flow of rare colorful gods
Sailors of soil-of-evermore
for last comrades, dreaming the outdoor
It's raining gods
It's raining gods,
the line accross all feigned-glories
their lord's irreversible stories
to remind me that we
were all born to be free
It's raining gods...
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Johnny Zephir Poem
Like the Zephyr of anewly-dawn,
have you seen Her?
Had you seen Her,
a messanger of the horizon
more unpromiscuous!
The honeymooner of Twilght,
like a wingless angel in the morn-light...
Had you seen her coming
In the mirror- In her swing!
"Sweet-Serenade",
to emanate Love- exceptionally
Have you seen Her?
Had you seen Her,
where you've never been...
Beauty- Divine, like tropical hybiscus
is her smile- her breath, of lavender
worthy of praise and flattery!
Had you seen Her...
You'd finely treasure
the Lavishness of Liberty!
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Johnny Zephir Poem
America
Who made thou free,
thy soil-sublimed,
thy bliss to be?
America
O blessedness!
Fount beyond
thriven-promise...
America
shrined Liberty;
the dream for lost
old sailors'glee
America
of morning- Rise!
Beauty for youth
in pending-skies...
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Johnny Zephir Poem
BUMBLEBEE
YOU OR ME…
Who’ve seen the worse
that Life is so darned short?
BUMBLEBEE,
UNLIKE ME-
Why (in blame) burst
for what is meant to be?
O BUMBLEBEE
MY DARLING- BE!
For, heaven is no distance
for a bee, that spreads its wing!
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2007
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Johnny Zephir Poem
Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!
Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!
Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!
Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!
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Johnny Zephir Poem
Last night, her premature redemption
left her wondering, If she ever was one
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was, perhaps, before she ever knew
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
she was the one, to her- the fellows flew
Who’s now dreaming- not of her owns,
having to rush that she’d only known
Ghostly misplaced -herself in yesterday,
waving farewell, her matinee…
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
that she was, she hardly had to explain
EVER WAS A WOMAN…
who will forever come again!
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Moment-so-pure,
ground we pry
Moments that our oneness strides...
Leaping-ages,
stepping replies
The Heel whispered- when we must go
The road is one, as strolling calls
Who's to blame if morrow crawls?
To where the foot'story- begun...
One we must go
to see the End!
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Johnny Zephir Poem
SOME
Through the eye-of-eye
Have seen
Then, soon forget
Where they have been…
SOME
Pride their selves
For where they’ve been-
While others fear
Who’ve never stepped their unmarked-scene
All- reluctant
To time, all in its endless-chime
But, who will ever convince TIME?
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2007
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