JJ Evendon

Bronze Star - 2,250 Points (31 May 1949)

JJ Evendon Poems

1. Mental Case 2/13/2012
2. A Breakfast Affair 2/13/2012
3. Sink Monster 2/13/2012
4. Valentino 2/13/2012
5. Twilight - A Christmas Spirit 2/13/2012
6. Monkey - A Prologue To The End Of The World 2/13/2012
7. A Younger Heart 2/13/2012
8. Travelling To Nowhere 2/13/2012
9. Mission 2/13/2012
10. Emptiness 2/15/2012
11. End Of Time 2/15/2012
12. Catching Snowflakes In The Sun 2/13/2012
13. Ski 4/6/2012
14. Conjuctivitis 5/16/2012
15. Froggy Toes 5/18/2012
16. To Be An Astronaut 5/31/2012
17. Tomorrow Is Not Another Day 6/27/2012
18. Crispy Sheets 7/8/2012
19. Early Morning 7/10/2012
20. Beware Of The Pie Cooker 7/10/2012
21. Arms Of An Angel 7/29/2012
22. Lavender 10/23/2012
23. Man On A Mission 4/23/2012
24. The Sock 4/24/2012
25. Breaking Free 4/25/2012
26. Food 10/23/2012
27. The Bike Must Go - A Song 10/23/2012
28. Tea 11/14/2012
29. It's Cold 11/30/2012
30. Halo 4/18/2012
31. Warmth Of The Sun 2/8/2013
32. Just Because 2/21/2013
33. Megaliths 2/26/2013
34. Coffee 4/3/2013
35. Stratosphere 5/28/2013
36. From My Front Door 5/30/2013
37. A Loving Man 6/17/2013
38. My Pear Tree 9/30/2013
39. Why? 1/11/2014
40. My Corner 1/15/2014

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Whispering Stones

Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors.
Awaiting battle, awaiting orders.
On the passing of the shortest night,
they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
It is this cosmic signal which re-awakens their dormant spirit
marking the arrival of the longest day, releasing the power that's held within it,
As their long dark shadows shorten and then slowly fade away,
they draw upon the elements - earth, water, air and fire – to come into play.
For millennia their synchronicity was of equal form,
to become 'Spirit' – the fifth element – set by the ...

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A Breakfast Affair

I’m a jar of Greengage Jam
and I’m upset because of a remark made by a man.
He’s tall, good looking and funny
and one day he said ‘I love the taste of sweet honey’.
Well that, for me, is not what I expected to hear.
Not when only this morning he called me ‘dear’.
We would always meet for breakfast at around 8
and before he picks me up and spreads me on his plate
he’d carefully pop my top off and look inside and say ‘wow you do look yummy’

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