The Poetry of JO Janoski


            


            Love in the Rain

            
I hear her plaintive whispers near

            outside my window songs of  love.

            She comes at night, my lady dear,

            her lips made moist from rain above.

            With mournful notes, my lovely dove

            sings her heart through pounding shower.

            Sweet words purified from above.

            Rain drenched words, my lady's power.

            
 

            
The Magician

            
A hush tiptoed across that giant hall

            while glaring lights backed off in awe to low.

            Curtains pulled away their blank staring wall

            to reveal starry rainbows all aglow.

            
Amidst deep vapors, amidst white hot bolts

            a tall figure did emerge triumphant,

            the Magician shooting glittering jolts,

            welcomed them all in a style resplendent.

            
Rabbits from black hats, sawing dames in
            half,

            the Magician made his audience grin.

            His pranks made them happy and made them laugh,

            his magic dancing round edges of sin.

            
Supernatural subterfuge black art

            Beware the Magician's roundabout heart.

            
 

            
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