JJ Evendon

Bronze Star - 2,186 Points (31 May 1949)

JJ Evendon Poems

161. 37 Degrees 9/30/2016
162. The Jumper 10/1/2016
163. Champignons Flotant 10/11/2016
164. Alone 10/15/2016
165. Oyster 12/29/2016
166. Holy Man 1/26/2017
167. Death Of A Poet 4/6/2017
168. Loving Angels 1/2/2016
169. Hidden Angel 1/2/2016
170. Bins 1/5/2016
171. Space Traveller 1/12/2016
172. A Million Hours 4/6/2017
173. Buddha 4/6/2017
174. Desert Rose 5/26/2017
175. Two Rivers Of Time -new- 8/18/2017
176. Pavements 1/4/2015
177. Dancing Butterflies 11/22/2014
178. Robert Burns 5/28/2014
179. Shredding Queen 4/27/2014
180. Ghost 11/5/2013
181. When You're Old 9/21/2014
182. Cheltenham 9/29/2014
183. A Passing Soul 9/30/2013
184. Poor Mother Earth 2/11/2013
185. A Fox's Winter's Tail 2/13/2012
186. Hot Water Bottle 5/16/2012
187. Footprints In The Snow 12/15/2012
188. Basildon - Essex 4/5/2014
189. No Signal 2/17/2015
190. Death's Card 2/6/2015
191. Skiing 4/6/2012
192. Man Flu 12/4/2012
193. Cotswolds 4/17/2012
194. Sky 2/13/2012
195. Colonoscopy 10/23/2012
196. Speed Camera 4/19/2012
197. Miserere 4/19/2015
198. Time Traveller 1/1/2016
199. Seize The Day 1/13/2015
200. In Search Of The Force 1/13/2016
Best Poem of JJ Evendon

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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Sky

If we could change the colour of the sky
what would it be?
Would it be one, not of colour, but of night?
Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Have its colours changed by butterflies and the buzzing of bees
Whilst we serenely listen to the gentle whisper of a light breeze?
For this is one thing that will never fade or die
though to know would be to question why.
So until the stars disappear from above our heads

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