I have no time to notice
what takes place around me
Distractions daily duties grab focus
...
Alive in doubt danger or hope
from burial to birth- Acceptance
of any invitation makes for grief or mirth
More often taken and spilled
...
If the silhouette could speak it would
Say the real shadow is flesh and bone
That separates you from the real world
...
The balance between left and right
Where guilty extremes grow contrite...
Is the spirit a purple thing?
...
That laugh revives a warm memory.
Shoulders rolling hair swinging
That year a familiar territory
as near as last Saturday
...
As certain as sunrise
or flooding after rains
Or arrests after rallies
or waking after sleep
...
Be not proud.
In a downtown alley way
he stands but just barely and to see his
pale gaunt ashen frame is to ask-
...
nothing more than what a long gone
generation called an idiot box
something you stared into
and it made you stupid.
...
When it’s cold outside
Put on something warm
and take it for a walk
if that’s possible
...
There once was a brain from Surrey
Who solved equations in a hurry
He studied his beer
Then all became clear…
...
On a day when emerald is ubiquitous
one may dwell on greening
and springtime and renewal and coming of new life
Yes, life
...
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
...
Alone at the beach
with hundreds surrounding me
Calm asserts itself
Cruise ships crawl seawards
...
The woman with
the tattoos on her back
and the rat on her head
walked past
...
a pair of green leaves
clinging to a frail brown branch
at war with autumn
...
Evil never feels old
He wakes up each morning
and after brushing
his teeth
...
All my expectations plumb
the fallow heart and succumb
to that resignation that starts
to beat and hum and then charts
...
I Broke My Leg
I have no time to notice
what takes place around me
Distractions daily duties grab focus
away from who I am might be
I break my leg and the misery
means I must lie still do not move
as every simple motion spasm
cramp serves to reprove
listen listen listen
i go to pieces, Says the Tibia
i feel trapped, Says the Fibula
i cannot move, Says the Knee
there's no common ground, Says Achilles
i need air, Says the Ankle
step on it, Says the Foot
we love the outdoors, Say the Toes
i've got you covered, Says the Cast
we want to go places, Say the Crutches
have a seat, Says the Wheelchair
i'll be back, Says the Leg
Leg leg Leg
I will keep it together
M.j. holds me in the midst of his poetry with his flavour of diversity, I'm loving every moment of the journey. I'm wondering all along the path what's next, who or what will be around the corner, the intensity is fabulous and I'm surrounded by words, beautiful inviting words. M.j. is clearly one of my favourite poets and I do look forward to reading his work with a cup of tea to delight my morning read...Thank you M.j.
Great poem I once broke my leg. This poem reminded me of that time
M. J. Lemon’s PoemHunter-suggested Poems, in C A P I T A L S ….[ Seven Poem Titles, Hidden In Plain Sight; Bri’s Poetic Morning Exercise ] ‘I BROKE MY LEG’ while reaching ‘FOR HER’..’SILHOUETTE’. I managed today just one handful of her willowy (slim) figure to get. My ‘SPIRIT’ may be slowing down; I may be (am!) ‘FEELING OLDER’. But she is like a gem: “THE MOST BEAUTIFUL” “EMERALD”. I must hold her! !
On behalf of all fellow poets, Poem Hunter Family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honpur to poet M.J. Lemon as, Creative Gravity. From today onward he will be known as Creative Gravity M.J. Lemon. This title of honour is offered to him due to his high standard perseverance and contribution to the world literature. We hope, all poets, people and visitors will like this.
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May the 'Spirit' of 'the Most beautiful' remain as a treasure and be a glow in your life for years to come. With warm wishes, dear Poet MJ, for many more exquisite poems.
MJ Lemon is a classic poet who writes with finesse and refinement. He has an eye for meticulous detail of the topic he chooses and pens his poems with artfulness. " I broke my leg" is an unique poem that deals with the emotion of pain and the body parts that assume such importance during the process of healing. An unforgettable, lively poem!
Mj Lemon is not, I repeat not, afraid to think and write out of the box- -and what a liberating and frightening thing that can be! There is nothing that escapes his writer's eye. He has that basic ingredient in good writers- there is nothing that isn't grist for the mill- nothing is stagnant or loss to him- it is all part of life and as such can be turned to gain. And turn it he will. He is awesome in his intelligence, in his humorous insight, and in his fascination with fitting structure to message. He is not afraid of the sharp demands of brevity and masters the form with his so well-chosen words. I have yet to read a poem of his that does not offer a thought for meditating upon. All these things about him spell excellence.