MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

like a cheshire

like a cheshire

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her iron words rusted in the rainso we had to sit in the hot afternoonrestoring the image she had painted with a sweet turn of phrasedazzled by the su..
no half measures...no lies

no half measures...no lies

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


sitting here in the late summer daylightwatching her tending to the linesee all her strength and beautyknow her complexity's and her easy smilesknow t..
a september bride

a september bride

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a september bride her hollow soundsfearfully echo on the leaf strewn trail with intonations of a blushing bride to beshe makes a graceful vision obscu..
joyous and bold

joyous and bold

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the motionless air hung heavywith late summer heatat a distance a woman's voice in songthe rich sound reaching for your heartwith feelings of life liv..
one smile at a time

one smile at a time

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


raised a passionate voiceagainst the darknessand standing as one in the setting sunwe held hands and looked on withwonder in our eyes and joy in our h..
love song neverending

love song neverending

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


romancercandlelight dinner for twoon the beach in moonlighta single rose wrapped in lacewith a golden thread woven into itas a symbol of loves bond.....
teacher

teacher

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the skilled craftsmanhe labors pen on page in nights silencethe names and faces of his students vividly painted to him in small ways on each pagethe g..
the glory of the hot hand

the glory of the hot hand

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a hot number andyou could see the dice smokinher luck was on firelife was a flash in the pan sweetthe glory of the hot handhounded when its thincelebr..
see the truth of you

see the truth of you

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


memory's floorboardsthe worn wood blackenedby weary footfallconstantly retracing stepssometimes with worries or strifesometimes retraced with loves fo..
love the world before

love the world before

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


weep not in the willows my childthe summer day calls you to playthe mothers songs calls you to smile once morelifts your heart from this sullen moodla..