MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

her headstrong face

her headstrong face

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she gave me her headstrong faceleft me feelin outa placeleft me feelin like i had lost the space cadet racethen she pulled off her designer wares an i..
brief breath of time

brief breath of time

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


beauties measured in the moments felt as years spent gazing with desires awe at your delicate smile, your bright eyes and overwhelming intense beauty...
precursors of darkness

precursors of darkness

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the quintessential beautiful daybut there is shadow etched in the patches of lightthere is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon airthe heart sketche..
kara's flower

kara's flower

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heartshe wished to know happiness and freedom once moreshe leaned gently against the window frameher e..
haiku-ukiah

haiku-ukiah

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she is alabaster and brineshe is a faster lairs lineunwind her spooled mindmemory a keepsake in hand conquers a trinket losteat mandrake to the root b..
december's desert

december's desert

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


stop by the side of the roadand sitting scarecrow's style cross-leggedwaiting for the sunrisewaiting for the swift silent desert world to unfoldcome s..
mourn the poems

mourn the poems

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a page is such a cold placepen has a sage who delves for inner face truth'sthe page entrances with silent mockingword thought dances just outside the ..
eternal summer dream

eternal summer dream

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late daybeautiful its song caresses the earall natural world breathing as one with your heartas the su..
sweetest sin (20 word haiku)

sweetest sin (20 word haiku)

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


shes as beautiful as sweetest sinwicked as any girl has ever beendirty girl with the naughty naughty nightie
we were men of shadows

we were men of shadows

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


we skipped stones into steel boxeswe sheltered pretty songs from dark nightswe were strong as the sunwe were men of the concrete woodshammer in hand w..