"Yes, then I am filled with hate," she replied.
"You need to let it go. I know....I used to be filled with cold hatred.
Let it go. People can violate your body,
but it doesn't mean your soul is also violated -
Your body is only on loan anyway.
The soul is truly yours."
We moved even further away from the music and lights,
until we eventually found ourselves outside.
The sleet had stopped falling,
and amongst a crowd of pigeons sitting on a wire,
a Raven was perched on a buzzing halogen lamp.
Clouds broke apart, exposing a crescent moon hanging from a winking star
like a Christmas ornament, or an earring of night herself.
Not fixed, but dangling,
always moving and changing.
"Breathe in deeply. Focus in on the star,
pretend that you are casting your eyes up to the moon like a fishing line.
Begin reeling in your mind."
"Seems like a silly game to me."
"Please try it."
The Raven was watching us from its perch.
I breathed in and out deeply,
opening up my lungs and heart to the sky.
I turned to her and asked,
"Do you feel hate coming from the Raven perched over there?"
"No, not that I can tell."
"Remember. You can still become someone's Queen.
People can violate your body, but your soul can stay intact.
Even if you doubt it right now."
She pulled out some napkins from her purse,
handed them to me, and asked, "Will you write it down for me?"
-And so I did-
January 1st, 2012
a soul orbits
looking into space
an orange full
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
wrath of the sun's light
bombards this earth
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning
of a strong orbiting cycle
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
Mesmerized by the light
shone from high above her beauty
casting shadows across the rippling bay
my heart beats violently for her
She gazes lovingly toward my gentle soul
standing all alone on the barren hillside
Wondering from where such beauty has emerged
I pinch myself for fear it is a dream
I stumble down the edge of the sea
In hopes that my beauty will stay
my hands are trembling
my eyes are wide open
The closer I get she is out of my sight
Have I lost this beauty?
I hear nothing but the rush of the tide
upon my soaking limbs
Out of the sea arises an image
dripping and glowing
surrounded by the reflection of the harvest moon
I dive toward her
Hoping to grasp her hand
She seems just out of reach
and starts to sink deep into the dark waters
I dive down to reach her
deeper and deeper
My breath has been lost
My vision I saw has been lost
No longer a reflection in the harvest moon.
Tears rolling down the cheeks
falling in a deep lingering thought
Whispering inside silently
I lay a sheepskin rug of purest white
upon the ground for you
love me not ,want me not
cause your heart I don't deserve
The dripping honey from your moon
cannot preserve the smile
behind my pale pearled tears
If I could reach up
grabbing the moon smiling
confetti stars sprinkling them
all over you sweetly
If only by magic
Nor the diamond dust
from your confetti stars
can bring a twinkle to these eyes
These eyes were baptised
with too many holy lies
to ever be disguised
A soulful howl
yearning salted lips
cherishing you babe
within every single teardrop
that falls in your honor
enchanting rising waves kissing
each curl embracing fragrant beauty
I'd rather let my spirit free
to roam in fabled wonders
that always end ' let not love be'
I'd rather gaze in a nocturnal sky
with no one holding me
Cause I have loved with all I am and be
To be betrayed,to be deceived
to be the clown of gaia's destiny
and now not you or any other,no one my dear
No one will set me free
written by Liam and Charmaine
Open the gate and step into the night's adventure
A golden full moon hovering in world of his own
The moonlight is magical
Night darkness under the moon dew glistens
Where the diamonds - the emeralds and
the jewels shine among all the golden
Golden light envelops water pearl luster
in a bed of cotton
As the waves swell
in the ocean
Carefully the wind plays
over the harp
Interaction with the moonlight
and the dream that is my own
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name Poems about the moonlight
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I will sit on the porch, with the August moon
The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon
... softly humming to make me smile *
In soothing rhythm, all the while
while shadowed moonlight knows our tune
A lonely owl, and then a lark,
calls out to me, within the dark
Starlight glistens, this peaceful night,
while the moon and I, together, listen *
How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze
The falling leaves around me curl,
to fall asleep beneath the trees
I'll make a wish, and close my eyes
and drink the splendid moonlit night
I will sit with the moon for awhile....
while keeping me company, with its gentle light....
The moon's bow beckons to me,
wind's frosty fingers
and I lay myself on the balcony's ledge
immersing, losing myself
under that inky blanket sea
the clouds rolling past, so fast,
skimming like waves veiling moonlight,
then letting it peek through
like a shy bride
beautiful, so beautiful
a gentle glow of soul
a silent lullaby that rocks me
If only for a moment
I keep my cradle of tears at bay,
as I let the moon do the weeping for me.
Debussy's Clair de Lune
now mingles in my mind like soft smoke
and tears come streaming...
Tired, so tired am I.
THE MAN WHO DREAMED HIS LIFE AWAY
When I was young the Moon was lifted
Hung with tacks and thread
On a mystical ceiling of dreams
She in her skyward place I in my bed
We lay so tightly wed we two sure lovers
That all my years flew round passed us by
While from out our eyes some angels gathered dust
At length proud man at work by day by night
His busy light in flood on tissue walls
Tried describe to she and me a smoking glory in steel
And a prophet raved – “Hear! Heed!
Faith is the one checkered King
On this fantasian board a playing.”
But I like my Moon bearing such pale light
Long dead a mere reflection of life
Was old and could not rise
the moon rises
her candle-lit glow dances
casting shadows on walls
as she weaves in and out
of night's winded breath
fingering every inch of darkness
as she thrusts herself forward
in a climax of screams
then becomes silent
under freshly fallen dew
she tucks herself beneath covers
and awaits morning's blush
orbiting her planet here
in my spacious long distance solitude
this synchronous rotation
only adds to my loneliness
watching her with a
three hundred and sixty five
twenty four seven obsession
peeking around crescents to catch a glimpse
getting attention by rare total momentary eclipse
but occasionally I am fully exposed
to the wonderful sight and beauty of glowing blue hues
there was a time when I was once part of you
you were once part of me
now only a crash course destiny
can bring us together
Moonlight .... watching over the dark
Let your thoughts wander in silence murmur
Capture in your hands a little moonlight veil
Quiet moments that break down
Raspy cry of a swan couple
Ears and eyes watching in the night magical mood
The sparkling silence is gone - eternal contrasts
Background sound from the stream that roars
The air is filled with pure truth - the night turns into a new day
A-L Andresen :)
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...
Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
Hard working hands
that roam where they should not
Tuck you to bed,
tell you a fairy tale before you sleep,
kiss you good night.
They all hold different meanings,
they always do.
The moon is a silent witness,
peeking through the windows,
where shadows refuse to dance...
Innocent eyes of a doll
“Shhh,” he says
“This is love.”
But the pounding heart,
the screaming mind
This isn’t love.
It never was.
The moon can only scream in silence
The sun crashes in,
dissolving the darkness
but it never matters,
for the nightmare continues...
She’s there at the stove, cooking
eggs sunny-side up
He reads the newspaper
with a smile
Yet tears start to pool
as a timid voice says,
Why don’t you believe me?
The Boogie Man is real.”
September 16, 2011
A crescent moon, shining it's silver smile in the midnight sky
so beautiful, yet so desolate and alone in the vast galaxy.
But, tonight I can see that she has found some company.
An enchanting fairy sits within the crescent
one bare foot dangles off the edge,
into the endless void of the black universe
the other bare foot rests on the moon's surface.
I wonder what that feels like?
Perched with her hands on her knees she gazes at Saturn's rings
watches the comets, with their glittering tails, as they fly by her.
The milky way, so majestic, as are the constellations
the stars wink at her and she reaches out to touch one.
I wonder what that feels like?
There is only the sound of silence way up here
no winds to blow her luminous blonde hair.
The heavens are calm on this night
as a few puffy clouds pass over the Earth.
This is her favorite planet to watch
you wouldn't believe how beautiful the blue oceans are from up here.
Each of it's cities have millions of lights glowing overhead
like a galaxy all it's own.
The wonders of this world aren't so wonderous from her view
so, once in awhile she flits her wings down here
to get a closer view of Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower.
Her favorite wonder, the Statue of Liberty
watches over a busy city, just as she watches from the moon.
While keeping her eye on things and embracing the moon's company.
I am the loner, the rebel
never the leader, I go my own way.
Never trying to run with the pack,
but ahead of them.
I never go where they go,
or do what they do.
Surviving amongst the solitude
of dense forests and misty fogs.
Living for the moonlit midnight hours.
Running wild and free
with the wind in my hair
and the moon
reflecting in my golden eyes.
My kind is close to extinction.
Only a few others remain
who are trustworthy,
only to them do I remain loyal.
I am unforgiving to those
who would dare to cross my path.
I am never afraid
to speak out into darkness.
My wail fills the night air,
a lone cry
not of sadness, or loneliness,
but of freedom,
to go my own way
and be a loner.
For Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Personify Any Animal Of Your Choosing"
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.
I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.
In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.
How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face
of eternities long time clock...
I ache with wanting, with need and passion
it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
when I faced realities shock.
Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
and make the broken whole?
I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me.
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
that so many leavings have left?
Cherish and love to honor and protect
but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?
I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
with the brush held in your hand
I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
The amber moon, through window glass
like time itself, looks much the same
Some things have changed, some things remain
Moonlight recalls... wind calls her name
Her silken hair, her porcelain neck
the strand of pearls, a diamond clasp
I find them now, within my hand
With envy now, moonlight comes in
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, with moons, within
I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
and mother dancing long ago
She wore them like another skin
back, long before my life began
A grain of sand, then pearl becomes
A part of her, .... a part of me
So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away
Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:...
I'm bathed in the night, as it climbs through my window
While the music of moonlight lightens the air
It dips, oh so softly, peeking gently with care,
Into the room, to lighten the gloom
While a timeless sonata, of so long ago
Croons the same somber notes,
That have played on for years
I have noticed how moonbeams, seek my attention
Hanging over the garden, waiting to hear
Just as a guest, would expect to come in
‘Moonlight Sonata’ has a place in my home
I had practiced through childhood
Though it seemed quite beyond me
With small nimble fingers
Less and less satisfaction
I remember my mother
With dishes piled high
And soap on her nose
Calling out from the kitchen
“That time, much better!”
Or my dad, in the dark room
Walter Cronkite, his companion
Calling out from the shadows
“I think now, you've got it!”
Tonight in the dim light
I watch how the moonlight
Slides over the piano, sliding over the keys
It seems that the moon knows
That time cannot stand still
That years come and the years go
But the tune, is the same tune, and the moon, is the same moon
And the “Moonlight Sonata” is a place I call home
The moon was a pearl -
a large white brilliant pearl of a moon
precious like the one I adored
as it shone down on us from the sky.
The sky was a sea -
a broad expanse of midnight blue
as deep as the love we made deep in a night
swimming with shimmering myriads of stars.
And the stars were fish -
beautiful shimmering star-fish
as bright as the glow in his eyes -
those eyes that gazed into mine
deep into the night of the beautiful sky -
that broad expanse of midnight blue -
the sea into which we gazed so deeply in love
as the moon met our gaze -
the moon that shone down
on me and my love most precious -
Oh, night of the large, white brilliant moon -
For the Pearl Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
New moon casting shadows
Liquid shine of peace
Why do I sit agitated?
Eyes drawn inward
Barren like the winter trees
A skeleton of myself
Solitude surrounding me
Like a heavy snow
a January Shroud
A billion stars are upward
whispering your name
Chanting with their twinkles
of my eternal longing
Their brilliance mocking
Reminding me of distance
and my infernal sorrow
The moon casts an eerie glow
Across the rocky cliffs
taunting me with loneliness
The place beside me empty
I close my eyes
Lashes slightly damp
My hair falls forward
I take a deep breath in
and I conjure you
I see you there
in ghostly form
You wrap me in your arms
Suddenly the stars
the moon glows a sweet hue
and i feel warm seep in
you smile softly at me
you seem so very real
My aching heart is full
Your sexy smile stirs me
I feel such peace
you whisper words
that cause a laugh....
Is this happiness?
If I open my eyes
you will disappear
like a puff of smoke
Like the phantom you are
So I keep them
tightly, heart pounding
and I smile
A Mona Lisa smile
all the mystery
of woman and love
and the infinite universe
resting on my face
How long can I sit here
before my eyes must open?
alone ‘neath the full moon
my heart once bright with hope, now dimmed
how I wished you were here with me
as the moon bled with my heart
shadows of past love traversed the orb
ruby halo I longed to share with you
watching as a shadow slid across the moon
shooting star left its contrail in ebony sky
smiling, I saw your heart in the scarlet moon
where are you now, my love
magic moments we once shared
my spirits sank - torment of a blood moon
*While we were watching the moon, we saw a shooting star!
Co-written with a friend
The moon hung red in the sky,
too heavy for the sky to uphold
she leaned against the rooftops;
the stars glittered in fear about her.
I walked beneath her heavy laden form
and my lips formed words, whispering,
a silent prayer. In my hand I held a book,
from it I sang to the moon;
like the coyote in the night, I sang.
Words of the ancients escaped my tongue
in songs of healing, songs of hope.
Was I selfish to not want the moon to depart yet?
For it was her celestial body
that had first given me hope all those nights ago.
I spilled words from my mouth in the form of song.
They sky was pregnant with her form.
Red and old she watched me, eyes solemn.
I sang through the night
giving her the hope she once gave to me
and slowly her form retreated
back into the heavens.
The moon hung yellow in the sky,
too heavy to be crowded by clouds
she leaned over stars
who glittered quietly with her in the night.
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
standing alone...in the center of our own universe
while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain
holds a circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber tears....
The romantic side of me, wants the moon to be an emotional witness to such love....ahhhh!
(For P.D's contest)
ever so gently
in the softness
as the violin plays
under a full moon
dancing a waltz
in loves melody
in your earthly
my spirit rises
in beating wings
on the drums
in a flash
i hand you
as the sun
kisses the moon
a dancing groom
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