RJM


Rabbits writing poetry is Jabberwocky even to Mockingbirds.

Author Note:
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Play On Words


Today,
I saw
someone wrote,
“today is
Walt Whitman’s
birthday.”Really
I thought,
isn’t
it the day
Walt Whitman
was born?
Hard to believe
today
is his
birthday
when
he has
been dead
one hundred
twenty six
years.

Not To Sleep


I close my eyes
not to sleep

I close my eyes
to visualize
My Lord and Savior

I do not see a face
no picture exists
unknown
what he looks like

when I close my eyes
I see shadows
none define
I know,
My Lord and Savior
is somewhere
beyond
I pray, “Our Father”
I talk to Him
hoping
He will materialize

I close my eyes
not to sleep

I close my eyes
to die
as breathing becomes shallow
my heart beats its last
my Spirit guides me
where shadows
now define
where there is no
darkness
I see the face of
Jesus
etched forever
in my mind

Awaiting Judgement


life,
recently expired
wrapped in a web
of remembrance,
she feels
the pain of her deceit.

wishing she
had been more
a believer of
her souls
salvation,
instead
only of her love
of life.

she agonizes,
her fate,
yet undetermined.

she awaits
judgement.

Passed Out


 it was dark when they first met
she looked at ugly and almost passed out
then,
she looked into the mirror
and did

Eager Little Fingers


in the day
light cords hung
from ceilings
wrapped in asbestos cord
a light fixture screwed
into its end

a push button
on the wall
off and on

eager little fingers
a cord without a bulb
curiosity their demise
enter into the socket
receive unanticipated shock
retract with
lightning speed

eager little fingers
decide lessons learned
now
cautious little fingers
seek new adventure
avoiding open sockets
without lights

Since First I Saw You


What The Mind Can Conceive, The Pen Can Achieve

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing me, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating me, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through,
sending waves of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more…

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