mark john junor

mark john junor Apr 2016

softly walked in beautiful sunshine
trying not to disturb the dream
wanting to find its comforting thought
at the end of its rainbow
wanting to know the lyrics to its heart's song
wanting to know at least once in this lifetime
its gentle kiss reassure that you are not abandon
by loves tender truth
softly walked on the pavement in a soft spring rain
felt as the long miles washed away
left me with only the sweetest part of the day
at the end of its rainbow
lay me down now
in the freshly mowed grass
summer taste to the air
lay me down with her memory
lay me down with a dream called hope
let me wander its beautiful day
at the end of its rainbow
with her tender kiss
reassuring that i have not been abandon
by loves sweet home in
her pretty heart

mark john junor Apr 2016

steam engine

she set a polish to the brass pipes
with a careful hand she worried them
hours like a silent moving contemplation
she worked her way from one end of
the massive machine to the other
knowing every rivet
every dent and scratch
the hot steam leaving a sheen of sweat on her
the machines labored breathing filled her ears
alive to her she spoke to it
in a loving soft whisper
she felt the gauges and levers
with the familiarity of mother and child
knew its every creak and groan
with the heart of unconditional loving care
a steam engine is a living thing
a breathing feeling entity
a life of brass for bone
coal fire for a heart
powerful
deep
living
it loved her as much as she loved it

mark john junor Apr 2016

allie

she unburdened her
her faraway daydreamer heart
fanciful and bright
where she treasured a beautiful home for
all the sweetness she had always carried around
as a book of poems she had been writing since she was
a little girl
far from the work-a-day life she lived
far from today's troubled clouds
a winter wonderland with a summer heart
a palace for a princess so lovely
and a prince charming made of paper-mache'
that she keeps with her teddy bears
she unburdened her beautiful heart onto the pages
poems tender poems bright
poems woven out of silly dreams and lollipops
shes a faraway heart girl
flying in beautiful starry skies
forever bright futures
and warm summer days

mark john junor Mar 2016

a little sunshine

implications of nightfall creep in the broken window
i sit leaning against the graffiti strewn wall
the city lights spread out below me like a carpet
over the rolling hills
spiderweb of streetlights leads the mind on a merry chase
all those homes down there each containing love and warmth
all those places in the heart known as safe

an appealing silence haunts this place
leaves the listener with images of all that has transpired here
illustrates the meanings of the scrawled
words on the wall before me
two lovers had been here and left behind a casual love note
spraypainted in a hue of green
tepid words of a quickly lived love affair
a passing summer romance
now abandon in the chill fall air

i can picture the girl lingering here
in a sullen twilight
retracing her past
wishing

there are abandon places in our world
where abandon people linger
places where they can let down the pretty face defense
where they can set aside the mask
and perchance to hope a little sunshine
will grace them for even a moment
will give them
a way to go on

mark john junor Mar 2016

forever just for her

in the softest sound of a hopeful heart
she awaits you
she mesmerizes with the delicate flower of her smiles
cascading down your nightly path laughing sweetly
you know shes there
and so you whisper a soft song to her
you bring into it every touch of love
every tender intensity of devotion
and caress her soul with your heartfelt desires
you tell her of bright beauty of tomorrow shared
you sing to her of the swift velvet sea where
the two of you will forever be free upon its deep waters
you sing to her of the love your heart feels
for her alone
you know shes there next to you
holding you close
close enough to breathe as one
its not just a dream
its not just the beautiful night kissing your heart
she is there in every thought your heart feels
she is there ‌every song beautiful hearts dream
sing to her now
in just a whisper
she is so close to you
you breathe as one
delicate dance of fingers on each others softest soul
sing to her of futures to be shared
tell her of all the things that you hope for
tell her that your devoted love will last forever
forever just for her
forever just for her

© 2016 mark john junor all of my poems are my exclusive property
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mark john junor Mar 2016

be defined as mad

they all walked
with willing hearts
with open eyes
or so they all believed
they wanted to know madness
so she showed them mirages she created ink and paper
the fruit of a tree where there was only barren darkness
the man who could fly without wings or a sky
a sea made of sand
a child with an old mans soul
a dream made of burning wood
the machinery of the mad mind blinded by darkness
its wheels turning powered by the words she spoke
its sharp edged meanings painted by her haunting eyes
did a lifetimes living in its loud escapism
quick the muddy waters flow
drink of its thick strong taste
know the clarity of madness
only found in the shadows of night
a corner beyond the edge of carpet
carved into the wooden floor in strange symbols
the meaning of your life
the name of the beast your heart rides
its dark skin that you cling to sweating and hot
leaves you staring into
the abyss
lost from your mind
whispering secrets
laughing quietly
grin at the beast
see it grin back

mark john junor Mar 2016

seasong

the rapture of a souls song plays out inside the mind
as she sits quietly reading in a late fall moonlight
trading the falling leaves for the keys to the kingdom of pain
she scours the printed page for flaws to crow about in the dawn
but she fails to see the falling tears and the raging snowstorm
she feels but refuses to see
all our childhood dreams lined up as toy soldiers
on a battlefield of right and wrong
of love and despair
with one absent minded finger dancing in her hair
she fumbles for the meanings in the steady rain
she feels out the sentences written in summer skies
the novella there in between the covers are the story she reads
but its the long silence in the room between two people
that shapes her fate
writes her tears
the rapture of souls song plays out
with a beautiful melody
and such heartfelt lyrics
but no beautiful song lasts forever
anywhere but in the heart
and her song still plays for me