JJ Evendon

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

JJ Evendon Poems

81. Religion 5/28/2014
82. The Man Who Could Float On Air 10/20/2014
83. Bright Sky 11/16/2014
84. The Lucky Cork 11/19/2014
85. Bright Star 11/21/2014
86. Lost Dreams? 11/22/2014
87. Unknown Soldier 11/22/2014
88. Time 11/25/2014
89. Heaven's Delight 12/25/2014
90. Mother R.I.P. 1/22/2015
91. The Taste Of Love 1/31/2015
92. Mouse Trap 2/6/2015
93. Avebury 2/19/2015
94. Lady With Crystal Eyes 2/25/2015
95. Rowing 4/11/2015
96. Tv Music 4/11/2015
97. Miss Piggy 4/11/2015
98. Hyacinths 4/11/2015
99. Falkner's Circle 4/11/2015
100. Contemporary 4/11/2015
101. Rosie 4/11/2015
102. Butterfly Heart 4/13/2015
103. Red Balloons 9/4/2015
104. Moonbeams 9/13/2015
105. Dandelion Seed 10/4/2015
106. An Accident 11/2/2015
107. An Autumn Affair 11/4/2015
108. Quayside Fantasy 11/16/2015
109. Late Arrival 11/20/2015
110. Quayside Tragedy 11/20/2015
111. Shaping The World 11/20/2015
112. Triple Spiral 11/23/2015
113. Moonshine 11/26/2015
114. Me 12/10/2015
115. White Angel 12/13/2015
116. Whirlwind 12/20/2015
117. Leaden Feet 12/25/2015
118. Crying Moon 12/30/2015
119. Hallelujah 4/22/2015
120. Canon In D Major 4/24/2015

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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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