Jo Anna Bella Bennerson Poems

Could there be…are there any survivors?
Must target the roving bands of liars, thieves, loiterers.
What phenomenon garnered such abject devastation?
What ungodly creature dismembered God’s own creation?
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Josephine is her name.
She stuns you like Lady Holiday.
Not quite as outrageous as her namesake,
La Parisian, Josephine Baker.
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Let your heart be free.
Open your pores, so the stale sweat come forth.
Vary the images your mind sees.
Ease into my arms, forget the hurt.
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L Longing to capture you. Inside Me. Pouring your manhood into my eternity.


O Oceans of turbulent emotions swelling up upon my shores.
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Most Astonishing, the love you have for me,
securing us in this well placed spot of the galaxy.
I cling to their man-made modern technology,
to the 4-billion mile away photo that sealed it for me.
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“…I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind,
and the gracious favor of Almighty God.”

Emancipation Proclamation
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