M.J. Lemon Poems

Keep the chair, the pets,
the artwork, the antiques
and I'll even throw in the garden hose
Just as long as my fate, a rose
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Alone at the beach
with hundreds surrounding me
Calm asserts itself
Cruise ships crawl seawards
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The woman with
the tattoos on her back
and the rat on her head
walked past
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On a day when emerald is ubiquitous
one may dwell on greening
and springtime and renewal and coming of new life
Yes, life
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You may have goals
But settle for sleeping
anywhere
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Evil never feels old
He wakes up each morning
and after brushing
his teeth
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All my expectations plumb
the fallow heart and succumb
to that resignation that starts
to beat and hum and then charts
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Layer on
the complements
thick
and hope
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On a cool night
a full moon
inspects toddler's toys
strewn across the yard
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The tragedy lies
in knowing the future lives
only in the mind
the body surrenders well
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