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When you wake up and you have 600 clothes to wear,
enough thread notes to curl your hair,
parmesan, strawberries and indigo red wine,
You should innovate for such an absolute reason to rhyme.
Natural beauty
Soft embrace of silk flower
Petal like in flight





©Jon London 2011
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Paint me a picture with the minimum of words.
Sing me a song through syllables and verbs.
Compose me a serenade with colourful verse.
Create me a dream with metaphor - but terse.
Somewhere my mind can escape through rhymes
where my heart can dance to your rhythmic lines.

Paint me an ocean with your deep penned emotion.
Add a little sun that will set me in motion.
Colour me a sky with shades of natural beauty,
so can I bathe in its splendour you've created for me.
Place me on a cloud so I can drift through your vision
and roam through the worlds that all poets imagine.




©Jon.London 2010
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She left me with nothing but math.

Bedroom walls miscalculated
to the color of a bruised plum.

Moonwhite sheets tangled
into isolated geometries.

Her pillow, the sum
of broken equations.

Moonlight proves
distance by degrees:

light slanting
in the hallway,

the acute angles
of an open door.
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