Brian Johnston Poems

A building infinite in dimension,
With many doors,
Opening to an unsheltered walkway
That circumscribes the whole…
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An early victim
Cinderella
Destroyed her coach
Into fantasy.
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Could it be that I'm the stallion
In the dream you shared with me?
I imagine your legs wrapped tight around me,
Your hand buried in my mane,
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I know that you probably know who you are...
Abusers who prey on women (or men) .
Your aberrance mostly extends to the weak,
Your generosity just serves other's pain
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Forgive my having loved you,
If only on the wind,
But never will my love rescind.
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(One poet's vision of what being indwelled by Christ's heart might look like)

What makes me feel loved isn't easy to say,
And not because the heart of love is blind
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A temptress whose first name was Ella,
Had her best snares set out for a fella,
He saw through her ruses
And not fond of bruises
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Beary Tales 11/01/17 REV 10
(Remembering Innocence)

1. Bear Johnston
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I'm itinerate coyote who's mostly alone,
One more 'Steppenwolf' feeling no need to atone
For the life that I've lived (where I've worked to live free
Of the chains others cherish.)I like to be me!
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Oh, come! Enjoy the shade with me along the garden's wall,
The sun is bright (and at its height) , it's past noon's whistle call,
A cooling breeze bestirs aged trees, let's roll with it a bit,
As sparrows twitter in the hedge, relax and take a hit
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