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JO JANOSKI resides in Pittsburgh, PA, USA with her husband, Ron.

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The Yellow Blouse

For Musecrafters Challenge:

The Yellow Blouse by William Merritt Chase

The Yellow Blouse

Sister dear, why stare you so
with eyes of coal?
Blackest black, deadened by woe
bulleting soul.

Tightened smile, eyes shooting pain,
what makes you sad?
Yellow blouse hides well your strain
to appear glad.

Mother made you wear that rag
despite words bold.
Lovely bodice wrapped in bags
of lace and folds.

The painter, he has your heart.
Love sick pain maze.
Your lips tighten, your eyes dart
under his gaze.

Hiding under yellow folds.
Heart beats denied.
Smothered love, truth never told.
Silent, you cried.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

Posted: 09:18 AM, November 15, 2007 in Poetry

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Night Terrors

The assignment poem, a Jozzonet Night Terrors Alone as the clock ticks I stretch on my bed drenched by full moon radiance frigid as icy murmurs as ghosts go swishing in snow. But what interest have I in ghosts? As ghosts go swishing in snow frigid as icy murmurs drenched by full moon radiance I stretch on my bed alone as the clock ticks. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 02:59 PM, November 10, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (3) \| Link

Unwelcome Guest

She's out there peeking... The Red Cape by Claude Monet Unwelcome Guest Eyes questioning, wrapped in red Barricade of black with lace Glass still lets me see her face Peeking as I dread. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 07:37 PM, November 4, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (2) \| Link

Daybreak

A Musecrafters Writing Workshop Challenge Daybreak by Tashami Acura Daybreak Blushing hues Mumble shy beauty Steeped in morning's groggy hymn Blessed stillness before sun intrudes Rays shouting, bumping, staring Quietude banished By fury. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 10:20 PM, November 3, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (4) \| Link

Clang-a-Bang

For the Musecrafters Writing Workshop

Dance-Of-Death by Michael Wolgemut

Clang a Bang

Clang-a-bang sounds at night
Rattling old bones.
Angry screams, howls of fright.
I'm not alone.

Footfalls loud, dancing glee.
Skeletal joy.
Are they coming for me?
Am I death's toy?

Clang-a-bang. Daring raid.
Hollow-eyed glare.
Dance of Death on parade.
My demise stares.

In dark shadows rattling.
Assembled bones.
I'm on my guard battling.
Fighting skills honed.

Clang-a-bang resistance.
Make it to light.
Ending death's insistence.
Skeletal fright.

Sunlight drowns out death wish.
Forgiveness born.
Morning dew refreshes.
Life force reborn.

Posted: 08:12 AM, October 29, 2007 in Poetry

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Pumpkin Head

Pumpkin Head Harsh prickly strands of straw itchy consternation poking through my shirt sleeves raw. What a situation! Ragged flannel patched-up shirt I’m no fashion icon. Pitiful hat stained with dirt. Pumpkin head it hangs on. I’m a scarecrow, woe is me. Constructed and not born. Crows, they laugh heartily while they nibble my corn. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 08:36 AM, October 24, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (3) \| Link

Dreamer’s Eye

Dreamer’s Eye

Soft winter tracks following a sweet dream
on snow agleam
sparkling bright, smiling in a dreamer’s eye
as he walks by.

Fill him with flurries giggling in his heart
boyish games start
tickling his toes making him laugh out loud
under snow cloud.

Snow storm magic making children of men
they’re boys again
for this moment before somberness comes
when snow is done.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

A split couplet for the Workshop prompt.

Posted: 10:00 PM, October 20, 2007 in Poetry

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Who at My Page’s Bottom Broods...

Lurking, living on stark edges
Haunting face refusing to leave.
Hanging on my every word...
Why you stay, I cannot conceive.

Your hollow eyes bely my fears
of my hesitant inner muse.
Thy hardened skull reminding me
my deadened heart, her words refuse.

Who shall I call you? What’s your name?
You empty skull, yet electric.
Persona not identified.
Dead, of course, but still eccentric.

Bony? Peppy? Evil-doer?
Dullard? Harry? Sylvester? Who?
What shall I call this bony skull
who at my page’s bottom broods?

Listening, complaining, no peace,
All this without words to say so.
A mime without motion, glaring
Indeed, your name must be Marceau.

Posted: 09:11 AM, October 18, 2007 in Poetry

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To the End

Smoky entrance, screaming wolves...

Swirling vapors, blackest night
Ethereal commotion.
Prelude to his entourage
Of bats in locomotion.

Smoky entrance, screaming wolves.
Mist revealing bony hand.
Ragged finger, whisper dark
Beckons me to promised land.

World within dark vapors
Delicious evil calling
Undeniable urges
To be to all appalling.

Resisting not dark missive.
My ghost, my leader, my friend
I’ll go with you to be supreme
Evil-doer to the end.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

Posted: 08:27 AM, October 16, 2007 in Poetry

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Celebration

Native nude celebration. (A Tanka)

Breezes that tingle
Amidst warm sun vibration
Body-soul joyful
Titillating hot tango
Native nude celebration.

A Prompt for the Musecrafters Writing Workshop

Posted: 02:46 PM, October 15, 2007 in Poetry

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Seafaring

Painting by Claude Monet Seafaring Swift breezes propel me Sailing in defiance Splashing against my foes Seeking horizons new Soulful navigation Ships at sea colliding Searching for earth's edges. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski For a writing prompt at the Musecrafters Writing Workshop
Posted: 07:25 AM, October 12, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (2) \| Link

My Yesterday Boy

Ghostly shadows linger near

Boy with Green Cap
by Robert Henri

My Yesterday Boy

My little star in dark night,
eyes that plead.
Your light like angels singing
while my soul bleeds.

Ghostly shadows linger near
denying me.
I long to reach once to touch,
pull you to me.

But you're my yesterday boy,
long ago saint.
Puzzle of two dimensions,
canvas and paint.

Not from my time, yet so near.
I hear murmurs.
Hearts drumbeat through deep ethers
Haunted tremors.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

Posted: 07:52 AM, October 11, 2007 in Poetry

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For This Night Only

His touch ignites.

For This Night Only

His touch ignites.
Long slender fingers
exuding elegance
like no other man.
My heart dances
with his
but they are macabre
these feelings
his kiss
inspires.
His hair, sleek
and black
like his demeanor
surround
a sculpted face
that never smiles.
Yet he makes me yearn.
Pale skin igniting.
Fire eyes
and fingers
that seek out
every vulnerability.
And then the fangs
of my lover...
for this one night only
our succulent passion,
my night with a vampire.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

A poem for the Musecrafters Writing Workshop. Try one and post your link there.

Posted: 07:36 AM, October 8, 2007 in Poetry

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Dangerous

A poem for Musecrafters Workshop:

Dangerous

He comes at times when my moon rides high
skillfully proddingly complaining
so hopeful to disrupt my rhythms.

Rants and raves like hail screams on tin roofs
deafening bombarding invectives
yet oozing out passions of friendship

Heart strings tugged while mind seeks quick way out
Dangerous platitudes lingering
in tearful stark displays of envy.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

Posted: 11:14 AM, October 7, 2007 in Poetry

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Morning

A septet Morning Night blushes prodded by tremors of gray, pink, blue excited sprinkles of morning's vibrant rushing before hot floods of yellow wash across it all in glory. Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 07:33 AM, October 1, 2007 in Poetry	Comments (5) \| Link

The Word

...a perfect time to plan someone's demise.

The Word

Suits smoothed, creased,
clean shirts glaring in hot sun.
Hat brims brushed clean
denying dirty souls.
Men who rule
wash their hands
after a job.
Always to meet at dusk,
a perfect time
to plan someone's demise.
A grunt, a nod,
obscured by ocean waves
pounding out intentions
bigger than life.
The word is given.

Enjoy writing prompts!

Posted: 08:33 AM, September 24, 2007 in Poetry

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Always She Danced

A Ghazal--Writing Prompt

Always She Danced

Always she danced, twirling circles on sun beams
her tresses flowing, sailing away on a dream.

Youthful eyes sparkling, red lips, skin made of cream,
movements angelic, drifting away on a dream.

Dancing forever, chasing new skies to extremes,
running past clouds, rushing away on a dream.

Soaring past stars, touching galaxies supreme,
chasing exhaustion, speeding away on a dream.

Running till she dropped while her smile lost its gleam,
only till her next song, then away on a dream.

Changing her music, shining high notes to extreme,
infused with a new tune, away on a dream.

Dancing with madness making movements extreme,
soaring past me, speeding away on a dream.

Posted: 08:49 PM, September 22, 2007 in Poetry

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Laid Bare

For a Musecrafters Forum Prompt . The painting: Nude Descending a Staircase by Marcel Duchamp.

Laid Bare

Life goes on never ending
every day the same
walking downs the steps of life
knowing only my name.
Born free of all impediments
I found it wasn't true.
Demands, needs, responsibilities
present themselves anew.
I take the steps spiraling down
the staircase to tomorrow
never knowing I lost my soul
while wallowing in my sorrow.
I've been made nude, down to my skin
my decadence laid bare.
I came here filled with happiness
and now I'm in despair.
I walk the steps of misery
laid bare my mechanical parts
a nude descending the staircase
of empty souls, emptier hearts.

Posted: 08:26 AM, September 21, 2007 in Poetry

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The Checkout

The Check-Out

Yawning faces frown
Day end last demonstration
Pick up milk and eggs
Hurry, please, before night falls
Busy day hard times
Check your list. Is it complete?
Contained in a cart
All required nourishment
For body, not soul
Spirit longs to fly away
To soar with fast clouds
Out of boredom far from queue
...Individual...
Who needs regimentation
when daydreams know how to fly?

Copyright 2007 Jo Janoski, Poet Laureate of Pennsylvania™ 2007

Posted: 08:48 AM, September 17, 2007 in Poetry

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Padding Softly to My Bed

A villanelle for a Workshop Challenge

Padding Softly to My Bed

Padding softly to my bed at night
looking for comfort, looking for love
my worthy friend, my companion right.

Your face beams in evening's moonlight
with eyes like stars in the sky above.
Padding softly to my bed at night

You snuggle close, my smile to light
in short gasps you show me your love
my worthy friend, my companion right.

Your moan familiar, your touch so slight
soothes my skin like a soft furry glove
Padding softly to my bed at night

Wet loving kisses into dark night
I hug you, my sweet treasure trove
my worthy friend, my companion right.

I hold you close; I feel your warm might.
Sweet puppy, with big eyes full of love
Padding softly to my bed at night
my worthy friend, my companion right.

Posted: 07:26 PM, September 14, 2007 in Poetry

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