Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Joan McNerney

poetry planet


is where I want to move


without disease, vaccines, none of that

no zoom of gloom, nothing about passwords

cyber security, foreign interference, hacking


never wars only festivals, food of the gods

luscious fruits, genuine harvest, sex sublime

beauty and intelligence whirling over the moon

                     

prejudiced for peace gliding thru metaphors

sometimes a tinge of alliteration, subtle images

whispering love endless celebration


come with me, no testing necessary

we will be ticker tape parade of stardust

joyously orbiting our own poetry planet  


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