Posts Tagged ‘Health’

English: Wild Malus sieversii apple

Her painted smile leaks down into her neck

Running in lines down to her heaving bosom

Part laugh, but mostly wry self deprecating humor

It’s not everyday that she pauses to reflect, but when she does

She remembers being willing

Full of curiosity and joie de vivre

Now all the faces morph into sameness

Before they were special, when she could call them by name

Johnny, Billy, Reggie and Mackey.

There was a time when expectations ran high and she’d dreamed of the culmination of her business.

She didn’t mourn her squandered youth!

Why bother?

Her mother did up and leave her to fend for herself

On the cusp of womanhood, she had been shopped around.

Promising herself five years, the plan was to relocate somewhere afterwards

Far away from, the sanctimonious drivel of familiar creatures

Yearning had settled in her heart these last year’s though

For Johnny and innocence.

She regretted eating Eve’s poison.


By Joszann St. John


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Change happens

Everything experiences change,even money goes through changes.


Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing” by Brian L.Weiss.

Ever notice,that some individuals are stuck on an old perception of who you are.While family is mostly guilty in this regard, friends and associates often times miss the evolved and improved you.When repeated attempts to persuade them fall on death ears,you move on.Be blessed today!

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Old man with a cane

In the village under a tall palm

An old man sits

chewing a wad of tobacco

As the aromatic juices hit his taste buds

A little boy of about six walks up to him.

“You dirty old man” he says

Move! Get up,go someplace else”

The old man laughs as the child kicks him solidly in the shin.

Unresponsive the man moves of down the road.

By Joszann St.John

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Hard strong hands gently peel her robe away

She is grateful, for the respite/ the garment restricts her movements

And senses dulled by time and living

Weigh down the already fragile memory

Trapped/ as she is in the body of an old lady.

Inside where it matters most, she knows she is only eighteen and on the advent

of life’s greatest mystery.

After all her living and loving how did she end up here in this her final hour

A place cold and devoid of those she loves

She yearns to be content.


By Joszann St.John

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