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Anna Jones Poem
In the Land of milk and honey
where everything wears lights.
The people are perfect and shine like stars.
That is, of course why they are called such.
In the glamour you are entwined,
encircled and enam
You smile, and Times Square fades into darkness.
You cry and Lady Liberty wipes your tears.
I could never compete
I am not a flawless beauty, nor am I an aristocrat,
so I would never be your hearts desire.
But I will sit in the audience of average people
looking on at you shining on stage
teasing me with your utopian song,
knowing that I will never be the one your longing for.
I know I'm destined to spend my life watching,
wishing and wanting you.
Beautiful, immaculate you.
Loved by imperfect, inadequate, inferior me.
Incomplete
Copyright © Anna Jones | Year Posted 2007
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Anna Jones Poem
All Hallow's Eve
A new year,
A new cycle.
Time to prepare.
Gather the crops.
Children Beware.
Ghosts and Goblins
And Faeries alike,
Will give you a scare
On Halloween night.
The blood moon is rising
Colossal and blazing.
Giving light to the covens
Gathered for praising.
So all who are frightened,
Afraid, suspicious,
Unenlightened,
Stay inside your home.
On All Hallow's Eve
The witches will roam.
Copyright © Anna Jones | Year Posted 2007
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Anna Jones Poem
Unravel led
I am resolved
to solve
the mystery
that is you.
Each breath
you take
I calculate
and compute.
I will decipher,
clarify and unfold
each piece of the puzzle
that you hold.
You are the cipher
for me to disclose.
I will no longer analyze.
You heart I unroll.
Copyright © Anna Jones | Year Posted 2007
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Anna Jones Poem
Ne plus ultra
How do you write about an Epic love?
A love that eclipses time.
Is that possible anymore?
What about a love so Hurculean
so potent that mountains crumble before it,
with kisses that exhaust the heavens?
I want to tell the world how it feels
when your skillful hand is on my head
bringing me in for another kiss.
Your eyes take possession of my soul.
With a look you have stolen me from the world.
Our faces close, feeling your breath on my lips.
Knowing that in a moment we will be entwined.
Passersby will be unable to tell one of us from the other,
as our lips gently brush
in the parting of your mouth.
Estuaries meshing into one.
One body,
one heart,
one soul,
in our ne plus ultra love.
Our ultimate perfect love.
Copyright © Anna Jones | Year Posted 2007
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