A Mountain climbing I will go
over the footpaths
Over the cobblestones
Up and up I go, step by step
higher and higher I climb
Over the boulders and over the rocks
Onwards and upwards
to the tip pity top I... – by johnnybee | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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A Mountain trailing I go
with my trusty phone
over the footpaths
Over the cobblestones I go.
Alongside the sanctimonious graveyard
ditches filled with unholy witches
that groan and moan
Like ferocious packs of wolves
In the dark of the... – by johnnybee | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon
was heard singing along attune
At the neighborhood saloon
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon
from Camp Lejeune
all day and all night they... – by johnnybee | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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Sitting peacefully,
At the window watching
the sun coming up
in the early morning hours
My elbows on the sill
my face pressed against
the glass pane window
I had a bird's eye view.
Of the misty layers of dew
Frantically gathering
and... – by johnnybee | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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In the cool of the early morning
when the sun just begins to rise
You can see misty layers.
Of soft, serene gray colored dew
with speckles of blue
Flowing gently like a sparkling river
Of colorful crushed crystals
that twinkles against the... – by johnnybee | 18 Views added 1 year ago
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Heartily I say, rejoice
and be happy.
For among you stands
A pious man,
A holy man,
A chosen man
Who has seen.
Miracles and wonders
Who has seen the heavens.
Open up and the lords.
Spirits come
Pouring down
in thunderous
clouds of... – by johnnybee | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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A vision of cheerful serenity and pleasures of life
My peace of mind comes to me in a dream.
Of white and red checkered linen cloths
Spread Across a picnic table
as far as the eye can see
baskets brimming with delights.
A remarkable assortment... – by johnnybee | 20 Views added 1 year ago
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The cool evening air
Sweeps across her moonlit hair
Gently laying, bare her extraordinary beauty.
By a pleasant breeze of fragrant air
That blows gently across her wavey hair.
Hypnotically twisting and flittering
Curling and swirling her... – by johnnybee | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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The composed poem is a living.
Breathing heart beating
roller coaster ride
That touches the beauty.
Of natures mind
like the many flowers
that spread across the cultural fields
By intelligent design, all are entwined.
By the paper, the quill... – by johnnybee | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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The cool evening breeze
sweeps across her moonlit hair
laying bare her beauty
by the gently air
never have my eyes
seen a maiden so fare
love is in the... – by johnnybee | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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The terrible misfortune of one wretched lonesome
Poetic soul in an emotional life who travels helplessly
down a long tunnel with no ending in sight
Passing by the familiar face of abysmal darkness
Who speaks gently to me of eternal nothingness.
... – by johnnybee | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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There is no death, there is only sleep.
Shouted the preacher, he was a tall man
with a white beard that hung below his waist
He was dressed in black and standing.
On the buckboard of his wagon
in the dark of night, what little light
... – by johnnybee | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Over many, many sleepless nights
Of agonizing thoughts which creeps
Mysteriously into your poetic mind
Continuously rattling the inner core
of your once unbreachable sanctuary
Deep within your mind
scaled by the weakest enemy
... – by johnnybee | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Take my hand
for the last time
my dear, a final kiss
before I appear
weak in this bleak
Time of despair
severed from my treasure
a fool who sought pleasure
by my own measure
With great displeasure
I have lost you... – by johnnybee | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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It was Sunday, just about noon
The clapper rang the bell in the steeple
The Church doors opened
and filled with people
The altar lights started to flicker
the flock stood up with the vicar
Singing the hymns with vigor
their hands raised up... – by johnnybee | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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The fields stretched across the plains
like a sea of yellow rays
glistening off the tops
of little hills of haystacks
floating across the fields
On a throne of wheat
and wearing a golden... – by johnnybee | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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John had a favorite reading chair
near the corner of the room
angled towards the fireplace
with a tall lamp light
set at just the right height
padded with his wife's
embroidered cushions by his side
and a custom-made ottoman under his... – by johnnybee | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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This year the farmers are celebrating
the greatest full moon harvest
they ever had in the past hundred years
with a special field they sowed
to be reaped before the arrival of winter,
in the meantime, off in the distance
the church bell rings... – by johnnybee | 28 Views added 1 year ago
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Her name was fany Ann Bell
they called her the bell of the ball
as the story goes, she was a flapper
who married a clapper,
a fine banger of the... – by johnnybee | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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When the paramedics Arrived
and entered the house
On Christmas Eve night
they saw a poor old man
with long wavy gray hair
Wearing a black and red
checkered shirt and corduroy pants
With a gold chain attached to the loop
of his belt,... – by jonnybee | 36 Views added 1 year ago
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