Last Commented Prose Poems (414)

I wish I were a robot
With full metal parts
Built with sensible forethought
Even including loving hearts

Covered in modern, stylish clothes
Hiding an inquisitive que vive form
From my head down to my toes
Creating the perfect storm

The superpowers are awesome
With only one tiny little concern
I couldn’t take any direct sun
But, that’s the only downturn

I’d be almost perfect
Precision all the way
With a run away intellect
And foul villains to slay

At work I would be unstoppable
Much to everyone’s chagrin
All my parts would be swappable
Except my heart, buried deep within

Yes, if only I were a robot
Yet, I am thinking the unthinkable
The only better idea I got
Is to be completely invisible!

The machines lined the labyrinth in rows
Lights, colors and animations all posed
In endless arrays of enticing sounds
Like children on turning merry-go-rounds

Some people can barely walk or breathe
Still coming in and taking seats beneath
The neon altars of chance, money and vice
All gathered together like a nest of mice

The draw of the elusions and a sum to win
Keeping the people in a polarized spin
Roundabouts in sheer tidal waves of hope
Not aware they are on a slippery slope

Participating for points to keep a status
In the all encompassing apparatus
Designed to become your new home
From its shadows you will not roam

Perceived as a beacon of true light
Serving the lonely slaves by night
Souls the darkest demons possess
Each slap of the buttons causing stress

Endless sounds of screams and elations
Winning money to calm the agitations
Still they file in like going to church
On a never-ending quest and search

Looking for the missing links in their life
Placating the unbearable internal strife
Never looking up, never seeing the above
Their misery resides in a lack of true love


© Jade Anjoun

counting days in somber dreams
wildflowers, butterflies and bees
the truth of this fallen world
just takes me to my knees

counting money and pennies
bonds, stocks and trusts
all games played by the elites
despicable venues that disgusts

counting lives that are destroyed
in laws, mandates and evil plans
sly and deliberately deployed
blood dripping from their hands

counting the ones still standing
with pain, sickened and lost
a war of lies against the people
and our freedom has been the cost

counting days until we awake
knowing, living and well
for love, peace and blessing
is our natural state to dwell

© Jade Anjoun

Pinkbird, are you here?
They searched for you and did not find you
You are not what they think you are
Unique
They can't describe you
In consecutive letters
I think you are here
Do you hear me
is not it
Point to me
With my class
If you don't care
I hear you
The pink bird
Ssssss

Even though I've lived through my own lot ...
Tried, loved ... and lost several times,
though broken down ... but irreparably not ...

And yet , it amazes me still ,
at this my age ...
Seeing your pectorals wiggle,
my eyes just can't disengage ...
Can't help but let out some involuntary giggle
like I would have done
when I was decades younger and single ...

Still, I'm glad there remains
a bit of that girlish naivity that shows ...
Not hardened and embittered,
but can still with candidness
curl up my toes ...

Perhaps it contributes
to not really looking my age,
who knows ...?
I'm just somewhat glad I can laugh silly
and not worried that it shows ....

The softness of your touch slowly slips away
Another lifetime lives clothed in a secret array
Strewn with silver threads of fading memories
Time frozen in a distant sculptured frieze

Remembering the laughter of children's play
Smiling while peeking through the doorway
Time seemed endless in that golden moment
Full of warmth and peaceful contentment

As our minds remember we try to recapture
Our life lost in emotion and wounded fracture
Those days we spent immersed in this or that
Never looking forward and never looking back

Nothing more than an earthly creature
Waiting for the light and distant rapture
Living in circles of unidentifiable stories
Accepting the fate of other worldly glories

Our journeys consist of many ups and downs
Where joys, laughter, tears and loss abounds
Days go by in never ending turns and twists
Suspended in memories where peace exists

© Jade Anjoun

I may not ease
your aching heart ;
or take the pain away!

But the Bible says
there's One who can!

Just believe and
take HIS hand,
He will stand by you
to face the world;
And calm your fears
and make you smile!

He died for you
to set you free,
So take HIM now
for eternity!....

He's every day the same,
Jesus is His name .
He'll forgive your sin
and clean you within !

Not even in the shaky depths
Drowns a sunken bell quiet
Nor make stars that refuse to rise
When they absolutely must

Thrown into being some distant galaxy
Forms a colossal order riot
Could ever scatter love and trust
Wide and far away as star dust

For no matter how separated
We become where by it
Our paths may never cross again
Our cause be found just

Then in that minuscule moment in time
But a blink of an eye can deny it
These feeling may become little more
Then we bargained for our lust

Two completely broken lost souls
Can still unite and try it
When you think you got the world’s
Love and trust all sussed

No calamity of love doth
Destroy a pure heart’s trust

Where oh where does my mind go
Once outside my body if it could
On some impossible dream would flow
Like a meandering brook in the wood

Places I would never agree to journey
With some people I don’t even know
Between fantasy and reality concern me
Far away from my country meadow

Sometimes in a more familiar show
I did know really ask to be part of
Moving too fast or moving too slow
Dancing on a big stage falling in love

When such dreams are lovely and deep
I feel quite content when I awaken
But sometimes in a nightmarish creep
Back down a path I should not have taken

The first light of a new day
Near in the middle of June
Even the mating birds song
Is muffled in a softer tune

Bright promise of summer day
Still hidden away will stay
Cloudy skies laden with grey
Misty fog out over the bay

Wind is calm and a little chill
Even the distant church bell
Muted by a heavy air so still
Rings the entire town in a spell

The long drought is finally over
The dust is washed from the earth
Looking out over fields of clover
Softly falls the rain giving birth