Feathers fallen to the ground
each step he takes
set at sensual’s pace.
Life dancing…
behind his chiseled face…
one taste, his kiss
he’s heaven sent…
I’m heaven bound.
6′ 1″ bluest of eyes
drops my panties
to my thighs.
Depth of his voice
flashes his whole being
before my mind’s movie…
stuck on slow play.
Set…rewind…replay…
I could do this
all damned day.
by Jodie Lynne
Sitting in the dark of Mountainburg…
waiting on life’s spark to ignite…
moon hidden amongst clouds…
in trees bare of their leaves.
I write one last winterous scene…
dry counties surround me…
three shades to the wind…
no rum, no whiskey, death of my frisky…
washed out this girlie, angel dusted pixy…
awww sweet Jesus…
gave her prayers final answer…
no rum my daughter, no whiskey.
by Jodie Lynne
No matter how much I put in…
How hard I did try…
Right back down
this mountain I’d slide…
I’ve climbed and
I’ve crawled…
Had faith, I believed…
How well I took life’s test
karmas from Eve…
Told myself never quit…
or never I’d gain…
Worth it this fight…
I bore all my might…
Picked thorn woven weeds
filled purely of pain…
Maybe I went too far…
Took a wrong trail or two…
Left…I am here…
Damning fate who already knew…
Foreseen was my future
she holds in her grip
same end it does seem…
Maybe my character once questionable…
Maybe my motives once unclean…
Surely she sees greatest all efforts
this queen all unseen…
I put all that was left…here…
I went out on a whim…
Judgment’s cold harshness
tears through my skin…
Stuck…in…
hells…I created…
Life battles again…
Falters and falls… seems the only win-win
this damn endings forever…
lost in the cruelest of winds…
Forever this fairy tale needs simply to end…
F—Cinderella and f—Snow White…
I’m left here alone…in fate’s cold winter’s bite.
by Jodie Lynne
For Jodie Lynne
Tangled in bonds forged by
Genetic matter blended
Knitted in the womb
Knots that cannot be untied
Ropes that were braided
On our creator’s loom
Lines that are unclear
Boundaries do not exist
Pain ultimately is shared
Young woman becomes
Woman with child
Child turned teen mother
Grandmother with babies
In her arms once more
Two women now
On opposite sides of
An open door
Her little girl only exists
In the mother’s mind
Bound by knotted love
Tangled in her
Daughter’s addictions
Living her own lies
The truth
Worse than fiction
Hearts ripped apart
By love that destroys
Always with the
Best intention.
The mother steps back
From the tornado
Of wrath and pain
Gut wrenching past
Today can’t restrain
Accused of coldness
As she slams the door
While in reality
She is burning with
Her daughter’s pain
Trying to
Avoid the disaster
Detangle shredded ties
Attempts to close the door
Between her soul and
Her daughter’s mind
by Jeanne Marie
You can’t keep a fairy angel
on the ground
You can imprison her
Take away her ability to fly
Hold her down, for a while.
But as soon as the light hits her face
She will shake herself free.
She will fly
She will laugh
She will love
She will leave her addictions in the dust
Cause you can’t keep a fairy angel on the ground.
by Jeanne Marie
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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