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Joshua Dusome Poem
Moonlight Colour
On this night, there was a girl.
She shuffles along a path of stone.
Along the trail where shadows dance,
moonlight is the only colour.
In the dark, the animals feast.
Poor tiny creatures, cute and warm.
Inside her coat she stays warm.
Out from the trail, there was a girl.
Through the door to an illustrious feast,
she collects a smile from a face of stone.
Happy, surprised by vivid colour,
she moves across the floor to dance.
From her hips, she begins to dance.
Brass overtones keep her warm.
Playing every note with living colour,
they paint a picture of the girl.
She glides across the stage of stone,
enchanting the lucky about to feast.
“Sit and be merry, for now we feast!”
In conversation, patrons dance.
Across the table made of stone,
she meets a boy whose heart is warm.
“May I have your hand?” He asks the girl.
She smiles with cheeks of rose red colour.
Entangling souls of vibrant colour,
eternally share preamble feast.
Mystified he leads the girl,
through satiated crowd, they dance.
Around the pit, the air is warm,
embers crack in a ring of stone.
Destiny watches the rolling stone,
New lovers glow in merigold colour.
Holding each other, staying warm,
until only ashes remain of infernal feast.
Under the moonlight they dance.
“May I see you again?” he asks the girl.
On a path of stone, she leaves the feast.
In moonlight colour, two lovers dance.
Together warm, a boy meets girl.
Copyright © Joshua Dusome | Year Posted 2017
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Matriarch of the Moon
Her mighty bow never misses its mark,
I passed her one night on a hunt in the dark.
I averted my eyes for a beauty unseen,
Under moonlight, entwined with natures queen.
We remained together though the cover of dark.
Before the break of dawn we embarked.
Her eyes flashed with loving spark.
Enchanting, though I wish I had foreseen,
Her mighty bow.
Apollo, angered by waking sparks,
Lured the friend of moon's matriarch.
In final moments, before cruel scene,
I thought only of natures graceful queen.
Her mighty bow.
Copyright © Joshua Dusome | Year Posted 2017
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Joshua Dusome Poem
Strangling Thistle
Puff grey smoke strings pollute the sky.
Dull minds remain deaf to vigilant whistle,
distracted by the flower of strangling thistle,
while time silently passes on by.
Youth in a basement getting high.
“I'm just doing my job” says an official.
Thirteen percent towards government missiles.
Dehumanize, and silence opposing cries.
Lift up your brother consumed by hate.
Stand your ground in moral conviction,
Natural law will rain from above.
Free will forever dancing with fate.
Now is the time to change our condition.
Choose to create from a place of love.
Copyright © Joshua Dusome | Year Posted 2017
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