Short Poems – Page 2 – The Poetry Of J.P.

The Wolf at the Door

The wolf as both live animal and poetic symbol for the dangers in the world.

Ever since the wolf was at the front door,
we’ve build our lives with bricks,

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The Nature of the Heart

A rolling field with a heart shaped tree is poetry

The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;

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Mother Teresa & The Search for God

Mother Teresa is enjambed with heaven and hell search for god

Mother Teresa sent her message out
in the bent and broken bodies
writhing as fuel to fill her soul

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The Game of Craps

The poetry of rolling dice against the odds in a descending staircase

The world is a gamble,
In jest we place our bets
and wink at destiny
as hopeful players do
in this the game of craps.

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I Looked for You

I looked for you
in places we used to go,
I returned, I had seen,
and was conquered.

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Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.

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My Sweet English

There are so many languages to love,
but only one English to prize
and take into ones arms with such fondness
as to spark flames of passion high
as angels might fancy to fly, my dear.

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Children Spinning

In youths youngest hour comes the dawn
and we whirl around at the sky,
and being young and in love

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The Wolf at the Door

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The Nature of the Heart

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Mother Teresa & The Search for God

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The Game of Craps

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I Looked for You

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The Plunge

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My Sweet English

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Children Spinning

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