MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

the tender light of her eyes

the tender light of her eyes

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the tender light of her eyeshaunts me from just steps awaythey ache with unspoken heart deep desiresvivid dreams which unconstrained would set her pas..
father...brother....son

father...brother....son

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


there is a cold echo of time in the photographsthe clustered figures in uniform with haunted eyesthey each had a gas mask and a guncould have been ali..
consequences handiwork

consequences handiwork

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


consequence has no facebut he has a voicespeaks so loudly in the lives of the unwaryi can hear him now talking like misery in thebackground of her eye..
sunlight

sunlight

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


if i sit perfectly stillif i hold my breathi can almost picture you heremy heart captivatedbut nothing compareslike being next to youin all the sublim..
be my beautiful day

be my beautiful day

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she seduces my mindwith just a quicknessshes the everything iv always wantedwith a natural beauty thats more than just surfaceheartfelt from her spiri..
my kryptonite

my kryptonite

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


floyd and the skinny kid skate roundme like vultures looking for table scrapstoday im all about just keeping the head above watertry all night to slee..
the night's rain

the night's rain

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


as crickets renew their songshe came to me dreamlikea lone candle held back the nightits thin light strong in her heartas she brushed her flowing hair..
country girl

country girl

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


like a natural country girltook me by the hand lead me places only country girl couldrode me like a broncoleft me with a shine in my soul and a big ol..
slow roast

slow roast

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a mind is a treacherous thing to bastebut shes havin too much funrunnin and gunning in the wild west of city streetsshes the star of her own reality s..
haiku's of a madwomans mind

haiku's of a madwomans mind

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her silent monologue inside the cage of her mindleaves fleeting expressions catapulting across her vacant facelike a strange circus actthe pasty face ..