Poetry

JusJoJan the 26th – Oneness, a poem

You and me
Me and you
You’n’me
Me’n’you
Younme
Menyou
Yummy
Menu
I think I’ll have a bite to eat.

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JusJoJan the 21st – Mittens, a Haiku

Mittens on kittens
Cute, but what are you thinking?
It’s a freakin’ cat.

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JusJoJan the 18th – Elegance, a poem

Is there elegance in your bones?
Let me imagine you
Your skeleton click-clacking
With nary a muscle nor hair
To impede your dance
Your pirouette
Your ivory grin
As you twirl and spin
And fall to a pile
Of twigs.
Where did you go?
Piece back together your elegant bones
And dance for me once more.

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JusJoJan the 14th – Motivation

He motivates me like cake,
mused Miss Mouse,
as she nibbled and pondered
upon her latest beau.

She found him under the
kitchen table, sniffing around
between the dust bunnies
of old.

For it has been ages since
the big footed creatures
dropped crumbs here and so
there’s little left.

But the memory of cake
like a dream half flown
remains in the back-forty
of Miss Mouse’s brain.

I think I’ll come out tonight,
and try some Mr. Mouse cake,
and maybe, just maybe,
we’ll make crumbs of our own.

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JusJoJan the 13th – Sacrifice

The sacrificial lamb wisely runs with the sheep.

The coward fearlessly trolls the internet.

What’s the difference?

Karma.

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JusJoJan the 12th – Skull

My love lives on skull island,
where roses grow from bony sockets
and children draw faces in caves
where their ancestors lay.

No trees grow on skull island;
only grey rocks, flat and colourless as the sky above
with its eternal cloud cover, threatens
but never gifts rain.

My dear lives on skull island,
damned to rule over sinless children
growing roses as penance
for my death.

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JusJoJan the 11th – Effortless

Hold up. What was that you said?
An idol of fashion, you shone in the spotlight
Taking over, taking us down
To the stages and ballrooms and screens
With all your wild creations and deep space riddled thoughts
We watched you play, reveling in your genius.

For all you made it seem effortless
And we in our joy and our misery, listened
Influenced by your dreams of stars and the men who visited them
Now, my dear, it is you in heaven.

What was that you said?
Yes. You blew our minds.

“…and the stars look very different today.”

Rest in peace, Mr. Bowie.

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