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 May 2016
mark john junor
its a mystery to me
all the closer than touching with her
all the beauty in being with her
all the hopeful tomorrow dreamin' that keeps her warm
she is right here sleepin' next to me
she has always been here
always been breathing in the background of every thought i've had
in the background of every good thing iv ever done
sleepin' softly next to me all night long
i would wake her
tell her of my long night
tell her of many things great an' small
would hold her
just wrap her in my arms and never ever let go
she has always been the reason
she has always been the question
its a mystery to me
all the years and miles that got me here
lost and found so much seemed like a single wondrous day
beautiful because at the end of it all she is here next to me
always been breathing in the background of every thought iv had
in the background of every good thing iv ever done
sleeping softly
all the closer than touching
all the beauty of being here with her
is mine at long last
she is mine at long last
and i just want to be closer than touching with her
want to live the beauty of being with her
just want to hear her whisper love songs for me alone
mine at long last
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
grew up dreaming a john lennon dream
about peace and love happiness and hope
bout all the beautiful things that could be
if we could just agree to love one another
grew up believing that we could build a heaven right
here on earth if we could all just believe
that everything is possible with just a little bit of love
but as the years have passed by
as the song he imagined keeps playing
as we have all grown older
we realize that we dreamt a john lennon dream
and all the beautiful dreams like it
they are fragile dreams only a heart like his could put to song
but i think to myself
perhaps if we could all still try
perhaps if we could not just give up
maybe we could change the world just a little bit
maybe we could find john lennon's dream
here on earth
find the peace love happiness and hope
if we could believe like we used to
our own hearts could dream like john lennon
that our love expressed together as one
could change the world just a little bit
then just a little more
just a little more
what a beautiful world that dreamin' could build
if you could join us dreamin' a john lennon dream
dedicated to a very great man, john lennon, and his dream.
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
falling falling
the balconies **** by as im falling
the lights of the city spread out below me
getting closer
getting closer to an answer
falling
the balconies with startled faces watching me
falling
the air is so still im moving so fast
its like a dream
its like flying
spread my wings
lung full of bright hot air
falling
let loose a cry
like a warrior
screaming out loud at the ground i will now defeat
eyes wide open
falling
falling
getting closer to an answer
lights of the world blurry in my closing eyes
falling
here comes the ground to greet me
soft grass to land on
green and wonderful full of summer scents
falling
failing
falling
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
all things in my life
comes back to this love
comes back to this moment your hand in mine
warmth in your eyes
comes back to all the hours in
each other's arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
so my love wont you tell me
tell me why would you worry 'bout that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
all things in my life are you
everything i know and love is you
i am sure that we have something that
nobody else will ever know
something the world will never be
i know that cause i see the way you look at me
i know how it is to be in your arms
all things in my life come back to this love
that we live everyday
so my love why would you worry about that girl
tell me why she is even in our world
in your arms talking lovin' dreaming
talking lovin' dreaming
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
she wondered at when her heart had become winterbound
when the lovely garden had been
overgrown by sorrow and anger
wondered at how long she could pine for a love lost before
it consumed her very soul
she strayed each day through sketches she had drawn
captured happiness expressions of soul
whimsical moments of those bright days
she had always held love as a hope
a perfect place when she could live forever
but love takes many hearts to many different places
love wares different masks for its pleasure and play
it is an intoxicating brew
which drives men mad
it is a beautiful thing that women cherish
that gives life meaning
that is the very essence of our souls
she wondered at when her heart had become winterbound
when the lovely garden had become a tangled web of tears
but as spring grows upon the days
so her heart grows bold
and she learns how to leave that darkness behind
she will still steal glances backwards
but she will learn to love again
she will learn to leave behind the memory
and walk once again in the summer sun
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
late day sunshine
warmly scattered over us
and stirred imagination
revealed sweeter than summer  dreams
my heart lived a song for her alone
rising and flying on each note that
passed between us while we made love under the tree
shared between us without a word
lost in every sense of eachother
magically as one heart one dream
drowned and brought back to life again in the
beauty of touching with such
powerful passions and the heart's lusts
late day sunshine scattered warmly over us
weaving into our memories forever that moment shared
that beautiful place in ones life where we
touched life's perfect union body and soul
the matching heartbeats rhythm
two young lovers finding deep universes in eachothers eyes
laughing sweetly holding hands in that forever moment
that is cherished a lifetime later
late day sunshine slipping away
but the memory will stay with me forever my love
my sweet love
do adding tags to a poem have any real impact?
 Apr 2016
Denel Kessler
Waking breath ghostly frozen, clang of ***-belly stove opening, cedar crackles good morning, sap sizzles, pops, melting.  Warmth finds children sleeping, humid air, mouth-breathing.  Smell of boy sweat and feet, young women ripely sweet.  

Cats purring, stirring, padding quiet down stairs, weave meowing through mom's legs.  Dented percolator burbles better days, snap of toast burned haze, molten mush bubbles burst, fade.  Birds early on the highway Paradise-seeking, time, flash-burned, fleeting. Cobalt jay mockingly complains, chickadee sings his own name, coyote wails, thin and plain.  

Children rise, sleep in their eyes, squabble over bathroom prize, eldest wins, click, locks herself in.  Hurry, hurry the bus is coming, ancient driver, annoyed and honking.  Brown-bag lunches crinkled running, feet slapping, seats squeaking, lungs hot and bursting.  Ride the dawn breaking, hearts aching for more than this, rural bliss.

Stop sign flashes caution, young lovers in the back seat, bodies in motion.  Stop, start, sway on down the highway. Engine mimics hot blood lust, accelerated diesel rush, nothing can stop us. You grab my knee - young, carefree.  Brakes sigh and hiss, sneak one last kiss. You mouth - meet me later, we'll sneak out, rush to a future we haven't got, ready or not.  

The old road at dusk, frog song accompanies us, bike wheels on the asphalt hum, forbidden moonlight run.  Feel your heartbeat on my spine, frantic drumming matching mine. Horned owl hoots, forlorn and bleak, a premonition we refuse to heed, reckless with need. In the clearing young love begins, forget-me-knots on burning skin.
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
faded roses on the wallpaper
leaves bent back in an imagined wind
fingerprints of a thunderstorm cling to the wet image
she says it was a lovely thought that gave birth to such beautiful drawings
that any child could see many adventures to be
in such lovely daydreams
a place where the child of her heart could run free
decorated with faded roses
celebrated by teddy bears and tea sets
on long summer afternoons in the beautiful sunshine
while brothers and others chased firefly's
like days of old aeroplanes
dogfighting daredevils in the forever blaze of glory
swashbucklers that save the day and win the girl
ride off into the sunset
tv screen fades to black
faded roses on the wallpaper are all that remain
sunbaked in the passing years
a lovely thought that gave birth to our childhood
a swift dream
faded away
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
transient light begins to fade from the winter sky
i reach up with all my strength
but i cannot hold back the failing daylight
cannot cease its awkward stumbling into night
but as its last vestiges slip away a song comes to my heart
its words inked in my very soul
all the joys and true beauty of togetherness shared
that all of these loves iv know and nurtured
have not been in vain
that as i stand alone in the gathering shadows
i will never really be alone
for there are hearts out there who still cherish me
i am not forgotten
a rich tapestry of images my heart brings back to me
the smiling faces of the people in my world who have shared
warmth and love with me
are with me always, forever
tonight i may sail a dark sea
but i am anchored in the safe haven of another's heart's dream
so as the transient light fades from the sky
i have no fear
i have only love
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
i unfolded the bright sunlight
unbound it from the winter sky
held it in my rough hands
and let it stream down upon me
wash away the night chill from my bones
let my soul drink its beautiful warmth
like a sweet wine...
my feet in puddles i walk an echo of images
the sky perfectly preserved in a watery vision
i look and see in the liquid world expressed at my feet
winterbirds flying slowly in formation southbound
moving from one puddle to the next unbroken and free
perfect reflections of beauty unleashed
each breath held for a moment
then released like a softly spoken prayer
a wish that like the winterbirds i could take to wing
be forever free on the open sky
be forever at peace...
i unfolded the bright sunlight
unbound it from the winter sky
and handed it to her
she smiled and said she would always cherish it
put it in a golden locket
that she would open in the furthest deep of night
giving birth to the beauty of dawn once again
to give my weary old heart life again
winterbirds float
unbroken and free
on the liquid sky
where i want to be
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
dust floats in the still air
otherworldly in the shafts of sunlight that
slip silently onto the floor from the
partially obscured window
the curtain rustles slightly in a dry gasp of breeze
spring is alive and bursting its bonds outside
one can almost taste how the ****** spring air returns life to
the windswept field below

the vacant room echoes my footsteps
its expanse of naked wood floorboards looks
beaten and weathered
rough against my bare feet
but its is the sparkling treasure  
laying in the surreal sunlight
a heart shaped necklace
a lament that appeals with a golden glow
the riches of a heart that once was abundant with sweet love
slowly buried in dust

in my mouth
my words once bold and bright
words that once carried and cared for
words that lovingly embraced the reader
now caked with layers of dust
as the room became the cage
locked away with only
the warmth of a surrendered heart
and the unspeakable sunlight that never cares
never embraces
never loves
and of course
the dust
slowly burying eyesight
obscuring the world in this grey room
the dust i live and breath
 Apr 2016
mark john junor
each poet has a voice
and if we could all gather to speak with one voice
say one single message of hope
we could change the hearts of this world
we could tell the tale to the world so they would understand
so they could change
if we could only speak with one unified voice
gather us now
let us try
let us save this world
with our beautiful words
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