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"Life Utopian"

by Jeph Johnson

 

perhaps the end
is the start
for shattered dreams
and broken hearts
to find a new
purposeful plan
for a life Utopian.
maybe the way
to brighten day
is to pretend night
has gone away
and walk in light
with my eyes closed
in the dark
writing prose and poetry
about the reasons why
my rhymes
climb
high
into the sky.
the more perfect
my ideal becomes
I find, it seems,
I'm farther from
the farthest reach
of her embrace
yet only here
I can see her face
so clear she seems
not as a dream
when my eyes close
is when she's seen.
into depths
so dark and void
epiphany
has been destroyed
while the epitome persists
I go on making
charts and lists
and graph life
scientifically
but nothing seems
specifically pertaining
to me
but her.
I ask questions
I cannot utter
that stand tall
in my mind
as I fall
through space and time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

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"Inanimate"

by Jeph Johnson

 

My inanimate surroundings come to life:
-my pen
-my drink
-the light
-the air
-my blood
-the watch's hand
-the rain
---music?

 

All alive?

 

What of the animated and living?
...that air that keeps them alive...

 

the Hispanic couple who can't decide
the wild dogs panting desperately outside
the sleepy drivers of the trucks passing by
the gypsy moth who keeps buzzing into the light
I might feel inanimate and peaceful
Or I might feel cartoonish and cry
Harmony with the two expands my being
I only wish I could make love to your mind
From here perhaps I can.
From here perhaps I have.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 1999 

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"Night"

by Jeph Johnson

 

As the sun sets they all debut
   And play a game that's a prelude;
Called waiting for the morning dew.
   They start out as a scattered few
And then align to make a new
   Luminescent magnitude.
Brightly they all rendezvous
   As the sky turns to black from blue
And so appears a harvest moon
   That sets the tides, not just the mood
And who's light beams down into our room.  
   God's hand is set to introduce
To us a glimpse into nature's clues
   Through daylight's lasting residue
And sultry fragrance of perfume
   And other secrets no one knew
Even ones thought of as taboo
   Now it seems we've no excuse
So I must give my gratitude
   And stop awhile and be with you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 2000 

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Come With Me

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

Tarry awhile.
Soon, the night
will be here.
There will be yet
another new dawn.

 

Come with me for
a walk in the forest.
Come with me for a visit
to ancestral farms of home
where a wonderful harvest
of love and hope awaits us.

 

Come with me because I love
you and I want to show you
the deeper me.  

 

Together, we will sow bountiful

seeds for mankind. 

 

Heaven awaits our first footprints
on lush landscapes and mild
monuments of

time!  

 

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