M.J. Lemon Poems

I have no time to notice
what takes place around me

Distractions daily duties grab focus
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Alive in doubt danger or hope
from burial to birth- Acceptance
of any invitation makes for grief or mirth
More often taken and spilled
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If the silhouette could speak it would
Say the real shadow is flesh and bone
That separates you from the real world
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The balance between left and right
Where guilty extremes grow contrite...
Is the spirit a purple thing?
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That laugh revives a warm memory.
Shoulders rolling hair swinging
That year a familiar territory
as near as last Saturday
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As certain as sunrise
or flooding after rains
Or arrests after rallies
or waking after sleep
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Be not proud.
In a downtown alley way
he stands but just barely and to see his
pale gaunt ashen frame is to ask-
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nothing more than what a long gone
generation called an idiot box
something you stared into
and it made you stupid.
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When it’s cold outside
Put on something warm
and take it for a walk
if that’s possible
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There once was a brain from Surrey
Who solved equations in a hurry
He studied his beer
Then all became clear…
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