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Details | Couplet | |

Moon Light Moon Night

We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.

The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.

I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.  

This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light, 
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.

A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.

Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night. 

My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.  


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting with the Moon

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....

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      *                              *          
                            *





Details | Rhyme | |

Oceanic wisdom

16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning galore.
There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me,
Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free.

Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone,
Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown.
And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down,
Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around.

Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat,
Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat.
The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me,
A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays.

On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand,
And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand.
The stars, planets and the moon up above,
Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now……

The sand was my warm bed at night,
The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight.
Spirits look down on me from all round and up above,
Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love.

I felt I was in paradise that night,
Under the moon shining bright,
And then opened, the flood gates of my mind,
Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined.

And then my mind’s canvas filled with tone tint and hues
With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse.

Stop leaving and you will arrive,
Or else joys of innocence you will deprive….


Stop searching and you will see,
Don’t hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free…

Stop running away and you will be found,
What goes around comes around..

I struggle no more,
I live my moments without hate and abhor.
I walk freely and can now attract,
That to me which was absolutely abstract.
For in me has now absolutely dissolved,
The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved.

To the next level evolved

i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read


Details | Rhyme | |

Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | Free verse | |

White Cold Moon

Outside, the moon is alone in the sky
and floats bright white in the ocean
of the great black-blue on high.

It illuminates slightly my surroundings,
giving everything the soft pallid hue
that makes everything something familiar,
though some things I have never seen.

All things being equal,
under the bright white moon,
I see the waves of grass
in neighboring lawns that I’ve never trod,
and I see the soft waves of the moon
dancing off the rooftops of houses
that I’ve never been welcomed in,
that contain neighbors that I’ve never met.

It’s cold out…
if the sun gives off heat in the day,
does the moon radiate chills at night?

The moon sheds its cold, emotionally bankrupt light
on everything I see.
Is this how I should be?
If this is how all emotional attachment ends up,
should I even bother?

Or better yet, should I wait for the moon,
that reopens my wounds just by shining on me?
Every time it comes into sight,
I can’t help but think of all the times
it left me dark and cold.

Should I wait for it to change,
or should I move on?
I can’t see why I should waste my time,
when there are other things that
can radiate a brighter and warmer light than this.

If I see it shining its light on others;
what light does it have for me?


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Why Poets Write

Why Poets Write


Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?

So, why do poets write?
Do they write because the moon shines so bright?
Do they write because water falls with such grace?
Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight?

Poets write because that’s what we do,
Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku,
We see things through our own prism,
And write about it in our creative point of view.

This is why I write,
I write because I see beauty in the moonlight,
I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall,
And the majesty of a hawk, in flight.

I write because it feeds my soul,
Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal,
I write, I do my best,
The rest is out of my control.

The perfect words, in the perfect order,
Follow the rules, no pressure,
Slowly see your creation come alive,
When it works, there’s nothing better.

Poets, generally, don’t write for the glory,
We heal people by proxy,
We are emotion peddlers,
And we do it all for free.

I can’t speak for everyone, nor would I try,
My urge to write is something I’d best not deny,
Or things go drastically wrong,
Like ice, in the middle of July.

So, regardless of why you write,
Keep your vision in sight,
Take criticism with a grain of salt,
Never get discouraged, never get uptight.


© 2011


Details | Ballade | |

Feeling happy

Feeling happy.

Lord, I feel so very happy
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to glance up to the Heavens
And let the starlight, to me bring
The sound of angels laughing with me
Because this world is oh, so sweet
Sometimes I’m just filled with laughter
And every day I feel complete.

Whether sun is shining softly
Or the rain is pouring down
If the wind is howling at me
I’ll never, ever wear a frown
For I am living in a haven
It be this world so wonderful 
All the birds are singing sweetly
Seems this world has got it all.

I see the moon up in the Heavens
And the stars so beautiful
As I walk on each new morning
Oh, yes indeed, I love it all
Here in in my world, I have no troubles
I am a king, a beggar too
I have everything, and nothing
I guess I’m of the chosen few.

12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SOFTLY, WE DRIFT

We drift softly together- -
hands glazing a window filled with stars
   where row of flowers bends its twirling hips
               and curtains lift the fabric of breath,

until we become keepers in springtime hours

    blaming the grandeur of moon,

and in the stillness of dusk
      when all blossoms turn to virtues
                  deepening the fragrance of the sky,
we will find each other on a cradle
       of roses in the shade--
        a breeze disrobes our pores

stirring the glow of fireflies blazed,

till darkness swallows our fog
      amidst a prism of framed moments
           undefined by any name, while we,

in a bright pastel of a springtime,


together we drift- -



Blame It On The Moon Contest
Sponsor: Poetess Darkly
By nette onclaud


Details | Blank verse | |

First Kiss

Delicate damsels danced
While we slept,                                                                                                          scintillating white gowned ballerina's
Tumbled from the arms of the soft moon glow
Until roof and garden sommulent lay
Polar scapes' billowing clouds                                                                                     Harvesting winter's surprise                                                                                          Children's time, piled rolled white, carrot nose
Eyes black as coal, stretched, moving
Arms, legs busy windmills 
Heavenly forms mimicked,                                                                                      Transformed to soft angels
Glistening in the crystalline air
And when evening visited
Bonfires blazed bright, hard crisp ice
Suspended skaters on frozen water
She stopped, turned. Moon light flooded 
Her soft fair face, red hair matched
the fire's blaze and I was compelled
Kissing her lips, holding kissing
So many years ago, now only remembrances
Soft shapes and shadows in aurora's memory


Details | Ballade | |

My jourrney

My journey

I’m on a journey
A journey deep within
I’m going tunneling
Behind the constant din
That mind does make me
There’s a finger pointing there
To that moon high in the sky
Got to find it if I dare.

I feel the silence
That presence deep within
I hear the lovely melody
That always plays beyond the din
It calls me to it
Right now I have to go
I’m going tunneling
To find that wondrous glow.

Oh yes, I’m going
To whereabouts unknown
The seed it has been planted
And now the bud has grown
The flower starts to open
It’s time, the rose must bloom
And shine the way to Heaven
The path that leaves all gloom.

17 January 2014 @ 0700hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Pantoum | |

FOLIAGE IN WITHERED HARMONY

‘  ‘  ‘        ‘’’’’’’’’’’             ‘        ‘



Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down 
auburn dressed palms of shaven-  tree solemnity, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound,
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. 

Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity
tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony 
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. 

Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
brushing a wandering  sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight 
and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. 

Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final  display, 
and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep
as  full season of fall sheds life’s leaves to pray. 

Spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final display, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound, 
as  full season of fall seems to shed life’s leaves to pray 
those  tender wrinkling leaves  pour dizzily down. ~


~

………..     ………





Pantoum poetry
© rights reserved



By: nette onclaud



Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Details | Sonnet | |

A White Candle

The warped side of the Moon shall fall to 
the ground.
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond 
your reality.
Most will be wearing garments of 
untapped mortality.
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud 
and sound.
 
More of you will be an embedded trap tied 
and bound.
You best remain in your God given Graced 
originality.
It will be a life or death to hold on to that 
pure vitality.
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the 
lost and found.
 
It is easy to lose your way through the 
deception.
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you 
make it.
So join within yourself become one big 
reception.
And make sure you have a white candle 
always lit.
 
Never lose the light of a white candle as 
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right 
behind darkness and enthralls.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Slow Learner

Pity me not because the moon is on wane
Remember when was full lighting the night
Pity me not for thinnning of dark blonde mane
That has gone from beauty to cotton light

Pity me not for energy deplete
Now time to snuggle between warm soft sheets
What's lacking in energy gain in sleep
With love beside me snoring to same beat

With love he continues to look on me
Even though my moon is waning this eve
Brown eyes adore me_ his love  only sees
Girl of seventeen with green eyes__ naive

Pity me  for my slow learning of life
Where in places my gifts could have stopped strife


Details | Couplet | |

Tea Cup Moon

I accidentally erased this sorry....

A tea cup moon hangs in the sky
Among diamonds glistening in the eye

A shooting star to wish upon
Falling to a world somewhere beyond

Gentle breezes dancing across water
Reflecting moonbeams one after the other

Crickets chirping, bullfrogs singing
In the distance people laughing

Alone on a sandy beach to reflect
Those important things I too often neglect

I'll fill that tea cup moon up with other wishes
And stay here till sunrise releases her golden kisses

©Donna Jones


Details | Free verse | |

Harvest Moon

The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a beacon
Eclipsing city lights,
Its orange glow a fire
That sets the sky aflame
And turns stray clouds 
Into puffs of smoke -
A haze of grey and gold
That envelops me
And hurls me back in time

To that silver shore
Where sand scatters like ashes,
Where your breath is the tide
That steals mine,
Your pulse the current
That speeds mine.
I could lie here for all time -
For a moment
With salt in my hair
And rapture in my heart.

Beneath a sky of staring stars,
A thousand eyes that blink
With wary wonder
At our courage to lie so close
To the blurred edge,
Where waves tear up the shore
Like icy claws or eager fingers,
Desperate for a touch,
For an illusion - 
A moment of warmth.
  
The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a menace
Invading my mind's eye.


Details | Haiku | |

NIGHT DAY

where in night shadows
only moon and stars are seen
blind men feel no warmth

with the light of day
when a full sun fills the sky
all men will feel warmth

blind who survive night
basking in warmth of that day
felt not moon and stars



By John Trusty © 1/20/12 for Linda-Marie’s haiku trio contest with a little sun/moon, stars/sky thrown in.


Details | Rhyme | |

Spinning Sleep

 (for N.K.)

Gossamer thoughts, gossamer things weaved as 
sliken nightgowns with quarter moon kisses,
lurking with left handed promises
with secret eyes and au pair wishes.

In morning memories, school girl, you and sun
rise, maybe mantraing,"Thy will be done."
Gossamer days, gossamer nights envision
dawn and dusk as tenacious myths begotten

by Genesis and Revelation.
Spider (Greek astronomers gave no constellation)
Mayan's Orion* for celestial landings
and only seen at a bird's eye viewing

or mountains or planes---you always succumb
to "Thy will be done" by your demure designs.
Gossamer thoughts, gossmer things, love,
you, too, shall pass, from a school boy's mind,

not thinking of you until dawns efface
old webs and dusks become Penelope's face
of quiet desperation, imploring,"Where? When? Why?"
I'm now spinning webs spelling,"Goodbye, goodbye."

While expiring, your nightgown creases...
You're sleeping Arachne's and Selene's schemes
with gossamer dreams and gossamer needs,
while stars weave around quarter moon promises.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


Details | Villanelle | |

A Baby Cries

A baby cries for reasons quite unclear; 
The weather vane atop the barn spins round. 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

A comet streaks above but we can't hear, 
Its fiery burn occurs without a sound. 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. 

The rocket rises through the atmosphere 
But to the earth are most men ever bound. 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

The cryptic light of winking stars seems near 
Though speed of light serves only to confound; 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. 

On earth a broken heart will cause a tear 
To fall upon the richly dampened ground; 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

Three hundred sixty-five completes the year 
As love and life continue to astound; 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 











Details | Quatrain | |

One More Try

I haven’t always done the best I can do.
I see where I am and what I’ve been through.
The sun sinks low like it bows to the sky,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Darkness surrounds, still I try to see.
Illuminating stars spark all I can be.
When I want to dream, I look to the sky.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Memories haunt like ghosts in my head.
I just can’t forget the things that were said.
I watch the moon rise, I dream I can fly.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I lay my down in bed in need of some sleep.
I just close my eyes and count some sheep.
My mind wonders as my heart asks why?
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I awaken and light fills my eyes.
As the sun chases the moon from the sky.
It’s a new day, I hear angels sigh,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?


Details | Free verse | |

Scars Left Behind

It is hard not to trace back 
All those memories
Which you kept behind you 
While you were dreaming in your trip.
Those long moments when you grieved
Those short moments when you breath’d.
From here I can hear some voices of your trip
From there there were no choices in your grip.
Just listen to those immense fragile noises:
When you kept crying,
Laughing, trying and maybe dying
Perhaps I was you— when you were lying
To your thinghood...!

Womanhood is like Robin Hood—
It is always chased in the wood.
Many trees are cut off without roots,
And shall never give birth to the last roots.

When the sun goes down
I pretend to be sad,
So that my night dreams
Are filled of stars instead.

When the moon goes up
I play the role of the dead—
When the moon goes up
I close my eyes and go to bed 
When the moon goes up
I beat my heart and feel so sad
Is there any way to see the moon smile without dread?


Yasser Rhimi


Details | Free verse | |

Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.

rlm


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Time Passes

I will hang on, not let time escape
I just do not have the strength of will
Yet seasons vary, it feels unreal
Time passes as the moon changes shape
I found your toys and the old red cape
The love is still there, no hands to hold
I wanted to see you growing old
Time passes as the moon changes shape
People just do not understand me
My time does not pass as the moon changes shape

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


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Moon-lit dancing

The blue rays of the moon above me
Shower me with hope of the surely stormy sea
And the shine help breaks through the darkness and lets me see
But the sight is nearly more that my heart can bear too be 

All of them all holding hands in a linked circle feeling free
Their eyes lit up with images of only me
But I am not in the circle they’ve created
And from this fact no one seems the least bit agitated

A tear falls from my face, for the music I could never create
The haunting melody sings my lonely soul to sleep
But when I think it to much to bear 
I open my eyes to see them all standing there

With their faces all lit up with happiness
It is so unusual to see such bliss
But they smile and grab my hand, leading me on
And they laugh at my confused smile that has grown

Guiding my footsteps until we reach the destination 
The moon is still there, so no more contemplation
And the melody that has been haunting me through my mind
Finally escapes through the colorless keys I will find

My music carried them away to the place where I am
The darkness evaporated; there was no more sham 
The giddiness overtook me and I too leapt up to dance
The feeling of the moon put us all into a trance

The creaky boards that made our shoes tap and click
Was as sure as the song that made our souls tick
And always I look to the moonlit sky for the joy of that dance
Wonder if it could again sweep me off for a chance

And one night it happened, so swiftly it came
And as I remembered it, it was all the same 
They still laugh beneath the beautiful magnificence of the light 
They dance in the moon; all through the dead of night


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Why Am awake every Night

As my soul stirs to retire to its abode
I sight the sun dawdling into the dark
Paving the way for the moon to emerge
The night’s darkness beckons
The sun faded like a shriveled flower
The moon gleaming like the lively roses
The stars flickering to the fullest
My eyes try to obey the sleep calling
But another sleepless night!

As I try to conquer force
To submerge the insomnia
The more visible the sight of the darkness becomes
And my yearnings for slumber become vanity.

Here I lay awake; eyes wide open
Daring one of the darkest nights
My mind flooded with thoughts 
Emotions buzzing round my spines.

 I stared through the brightly colored star
From my ‘ajared’ window
All I see are figures
The message keeps buzzing in my brain
No matter how I tried to elude it.

The smell of your skin
The curve of your figure
Your breath that I absorb
Through the rear of your curly hair

The physique of two naked bodies
Skin to skin
Thigh to thigh
Bone to bone
The gentle pressure from the soft touch
Of your soft nipples 

The thought of the words you whispered
The tone of your voice
When the softness of my inner hands
Dawdling from corner to corner
Of your convex and tube-like cascading breast

The amorous pleasure from your arms
Massaging the supple and tubular darkness
Of my aroused lower body

Keep buzzing in my brain
As I tried to keep on awake
To adore the splendor of the night
For long hours spent on nothing
But what we shared.

01.10.12


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Feel The Moon

There's a light now trailing the crescent moon
right before dawn as it slowly pales.
This brings vast knowledge of what's coming soon.
Now has the time come to set forth our sails.

My cup runneth over,my hope does too.
How can we be silent when we know well
Cinderella's destiny fit like a shoe.
Just proving her fate was her personal hell.

And so we move forward into the day.
Sunlight tricks us as we search around.
Looking for kismet of our own , we pray.
Coming from our lips an unusual sound.

Come with me to the curious side
and we shall always anonymous be.
In retrospect we should have tried
to feel the moon while we were free.


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Faith in Myth

Apollo! Lead us into the fiery center of the sun
As the full moon offers a beacon in the night
We march into the blaze and burn as one
Or surrounded by darkness, the moon removes plight

Apollo! Do not forsake us, we of faith, let light shine
Save us from the darkness that plagues the soul
Ever devouring the darkness takes us; your inferno burns sublime
O' come great light, lest we are left black as coal

Do we plead in vain, do you see our suffering?
Are we alone, bleeding husks, answering for original sin?
Please immerse us in flame, stop black eternal smothering
Please illuminate the path, light the way to pursue within

The pantheon echoes our greatest fears
The Gods reflect our endless doubt
Belief of the above foils the darkness that lurks near
Or so we believe, we believe we're better with than without

The sky above, the dreams within, complete our mortal frame
The fears we face, the hope we share, we're all to blame


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The Night Circus

After dark I feel 
The need to be awake 
In the forbidden world
The world that shows
Me my mirror
Of hope, despair, glory
A true story

After dark civilization goes to bed
Primitiveness reigns away
The ugly looks beautiful
And all are in unison 
Riches and rags
Virgin to whore
We all go through
The same door

After dark the sun retires
The moon prevails
With a thousand blind eyes
One sees it all
One hears it all 
Tomorrow?
Denial 

After dark sounds sound
Sounder
Louder
Sharper
The dark darkness
Brighter

After dark emptiness befriends 
Intoxicating booze
Lighter spirit
Gently infused

Bottled up emotions
The bottle helps …
To confess



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Moon Maiden

The falcate moon as her celestial abode,
The winsome maiden of demure mien,
Gazed down at the fecund earth,
And yearned for affable company.

The captivated multitudes marveled,
With detached warmth from the world below,
None evoked her in the brightness of day,
She who was an adornment of the night.

The nurturing earth thrived with aplenty,
For the swarming masses borne by her,
Who were besotted with her charm.
A devoted relationship of much love.

The maiden with her bosom bursting,
With much love and longing for progeny,
Implored, pleaded, meditated, wished,
That someday her earnest desire be met.

They say destiny can be changed,
With chaste and honest desires,
Spouting from the depths of one’s soul,
Can the moon change her destiny?


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Little Black Birds

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole


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The Moon In All Its' Glory

Foundation powder,
sparkling in the night.
Eternity is seen
in the wonderment
of this silver dust.
Creation is
amazing with
all its' textures
and brilliant glow
of this big
star and its'
stunning light.
We are
made of
dust,
not
unlike
how all
creation
seems to be.
With so much
dust, its' as if
the moon is the
desert of the sky,
no life is seen.
Sparkly moon dust
shining in God's light.
How it has remained
with gravity's pull
is His true delight.


Details | I do not know? | |

In Our Own Galaxy

We walked to a place far away.

 

A new galaxy of passion and spirituality.

 

He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth.

 

He made the moon our mirror of life.

 

He gave me everything I never dreamed.

 

It was larger than imagination.

 

No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions.

 

Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love.

 

Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed.

 

Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece.

 

Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas.

 

I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm.

 

He made me feel superhuman.

 

I too revisited his soul the same.

 

We deceived pain. We sustained.

 

We made what is so complex, plain.

 

And the heavens will still ordain.

 

See we can never stop the rain.

 

But we can reach the clouds.

 

Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground.

 

But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light.

 

To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight.

 

We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty?

 

But he made it all possible in our own galaxy.

 

See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations.

 

Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication.

 

He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit.

 

How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it.

 

Cause its been said "Ye are all gods."

 

And in our galaxy, we reign supreme.

 

Against all odds!


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Rain

Laying here in this field,
Alone
Rain drops begin to fall
The moon so full and bright
I can see the drops before they land.
This rain feels as though its cleansing my soul
Purifying old memories, 
Old emotions
Washing my old and weathered state
For hours I lay here
In this grassy field
Drenched, to my inner being
The rain slows
Til it stops all together.
I open my eyes to see
Beautiful clear sky
The stars flickering
The moon so vibrant
I stand
And I know the rain washed away.....
Nothing


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Midnight Rainbow

A friend told me that we all see the same pale moon at night,
and that thought struck me as comforting and rang so simply true.
But late one autumn night I cursed the luminescent orb,
because it guaranteed what I already knew:

for me there'd be no peaceful slumber on this weary night,
with this all-consuming headache come to stay.
Would it, I asked, keep hammering industriously on
as wakeful dawn turned into harried day?

I fixed my eyes upon the moon with burning beams so bright
as concentration fled my painful mind.
Squinting, I could see not all those rays were shining white,
but glowing colors of all different kinds.

It was dumb to be awake at such an unattended hour,
but for me sleep rarely came without a fight.
Perhaps, I mused, I'm lucky, for how else could I have seen
the fascinating rainbow in the middle of the night?


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Crescent

Crescent moon in sky
Full moon somewhere else in world
All share your beauty


Details | Rhyme | |

Diminished

Diminished 

A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones..
You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones..
The rusty gate hangs on its last resource..
The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced..
Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds.
They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs..
The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death..
The wind dies down emancipating its last breath..
The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves..
In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze..
Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night..
The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite..
The eerie night is placid laced with silence.
The peaceful cemetery owns no violence..
Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall..
The howl in the night beckons other calls..
The cemetery holds its subjects in capture..
They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...


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The Drive

I love the night air,
wind blows through my hair,
and everything feels alright.
It's you and me,
with nowhere to be. 
There's just no end in sight.
Only know where we've been,
not going again.
My strength I often fake. 
Only one way to know,
only time will show
the trip that we must take.
 
So many chances,
a thousand glances 
at what our life could bring.
There's so much behind us.
Too much has blinded us,
but hope is a powerful thing.
Regrets will get the best of you,
so only look ahead of you.
I know the past looks bleak.
Not a cloud in the sky,
while the moon floats by.
I slowly drift off to sleep.
 
So we drive down the path.
How long will it last-
this new life that I see?
When it all goes wrong,
will we truly belong?
What's out there for you and me?
Not one familiar face,
what is this place?
Do you know where we are?
It was just too soon,
now we look like fools.
We must've gone too far.
 
With you by my side,
these worlds still collide.
Protect me if you can.
It's never enough,
we've run out of luck.
Tell me you have a plan.
How could we have known,
until we were shown?
Is the world that cruel and cold?
Life is what you make it,
leave it or take it.
That's what I once was told.
 
We took a wrong turn,
there's so much to learn.
You don't see it like I do-
the beauty the world holds,
when each day unfolds,
so I look out for you.
What a life to live.
The world has so much to give.
What does it all mean?
Not a cloud in the sky,
while the moon floats by.
It was all just a dream.


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Silent Music of Falling Stars

Silent Music
of
Falling Stars

A radiant glob shone down upon this planet,
life seemed so bright – why is it then ?, all seen,
on the surface, ( in the face of ) – seems the dark side,
the spirit of the moon permeating the innermost recesses
of this harbored soul, having been reached out to.

Towards this planet, around it Mars gravitates, rotates.
In the furthest reaches, a sphere so cold – grows –
a heart so distant and aloof, this planet seems,
from a different universe, travelling in other dimensions,
orbiting on a different plane, even when two -
as one - have flown together ?, – apart.

Why has Venuses, influence repulsed ?,
slipped out of orbit – lost her way –
drifting away – always, it seems –
gravitating towards planets of perceived perfection,
in their ecliptic, aesthetic, elegance,
in their orbit of alleged worldly knowledge,
in their spheres of impressionistic light,
light that seems to blind,  their gravity, pulling Venus,
into their orbits for a week / weeks,
a month / months, a year / years,
or for just a date or two.

Comes disillusionment, disappointment to shake Venus,
from her dreams of – that set her gravitational pull back
towards this lowly old planet – set adrift –
drawing it back into her orbit for another go around
- this moon to her earth, without power of influence –
no gravitational put, no raising and ebbing of tides,
just a continuous revolving around her glow.
a companion to the empty spaces in-between,
never to be included, to become a part of her universe

B. J. “A” 2
June 2nd 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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The Moon-in-the-Man Waxes Lyrical with Nary a Word

 
Kenny is suddenly,
 Luminously, animated;
with a grin that could crack a safe!
He whistles to get your attention,
then beckons you over
to the parted curtains.

He has something 
to share with you.
This is not the usual,
insular, 
self-absorbed Kenny.

MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
 Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!

This is Moonstruck Kenny.
Touched by Moonpower.
Captivated by Moonpower!
Ecstatic about Moonpower!

He’s made a “lunar-landing”
and he wants you to be “there” too.
Lunatics-in-arms we become,
 in awe of this celestial 
visitor peering into
the room from on high.

MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
 Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!


The Moon’s pull is irresistible.
Kenny’s pull is irresistible.
And so you succumb,
temporarily mystified – delving within
for ancient knowledge about basic things;
the rhythms of the sky-dwellers.
Knowledge longlost since we insulated
ourselves from
 and against
 The Elemental.

Yet Kenny has not lost The Wonder.
Kenny is over The Moon about The Moon.
He beams a crescent-shaped smile
that’d make even The Man-in-the-Moon
green with envy.

MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
 Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me.

Kenny is the Moon Man.
He is The Moon-in-the-Man
Just like The Moon, Kenny has phases.
He waxes and wanes as do we all.
But…just now…yes, you catch just a glimpse of it…
Kenny is illuminary!
And you bathe in the light of his delight!

MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!




Details | I do not know? | |

Argent

Rain paints my soul into silvery streams
Life is like light
All is more than it seems
Something is here, in the night of your eyes
Something is here, in the tears of my cries

In the darkness, like velvet, I feel and I fall
The tide of my life fractures down through my soul

Wave upon wave
And stream upon stream
Everything
Is more than it seems
Tide upon tide
The moon of your eyes
Everything
Might bring this night into me

Rain, wash away, purify, drown my soul
Life is like love
All is pure, water cold
Everything's here, in the night of your eyes
Everything's here, argent tears are my cries

And the sky is like velvet, so freely I fall
The moon is a crystal in silvery scrawl

Wave upon wave
Written stream upon stream
Everything
Is more than it seems
Tide upon tide
The moon of your eyes
Everything
Will bring this night into me


Details | Sonnet | |

Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Free verse | |

Laraway, Laraway

  What have I done? 
                Left you this morning out of haste,
 love and distaste for solitude?   
                Oh, what are you to think of me?  
Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, 
                I think that some apology is in order:

	to earth moon sun and sky - - 
my humble service,
                       the living day for you Sun   
under cloud over sky around us all 
                      and I am grateful from your offering 
Nature and Earth, water open sea, 
                      gore crevasse terre   
 Sky    To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds 
                     of air of wind and birds,
 I thank you for sending  
                     my lifeforce in meditation... 
	And Moon, 

to whom I have no words, 
                    Moon for love invested 
like bankmoney    I love you most Moon
	not more than earth
                                                       sun or sky

	not more than water

	not more than nature’s wind     Speaking

but as forwords and
 backwords revolve
                               or like a spring fog or lowing mist
off the sea            (Fogbells and light)

	I think of Moon at each passing note
  	With each hair growing steadily
	suspended on sand    The overlapping plane of mountain
                                                                                       Sun
                                                                                       And 
                                                                                       Night


Details | Rhyme | |

Driving Through Yesterday

There's still light down this glistening black road,
a path to travel with the moon shining by my side.
Much like my own way, for some time greatly shadowed -
and yet something shows the way for this quiet ride.

The steadfast celestial guardian ever watches me,
even when its face is hidden by time's flow.
'Twould be the only light by which I could see,
if not for the headlights' soft glow.

Pensiveness seems to be the rule of the drive -
sound is muffled, like it's not allowed entry
on these heavy thoughts through which I strive;
that silver disc, as ever, a silent sentry.

That sound tires make on a road that's just seen rain,
the tiny taps of the drizzle dampening the way.
The red lights in the distance, now moving to a new lane,
the dawn coming far off, yet heralding another day.

The weight of the past in the passenger seat,
showing different faces from my history.
I wonder as I see one in particular on repeat -
when you're alone, do you think of me?

This way comes the inexorable march of that dawn,
and still night's orb watches as I'm vexed by she.
A grey sky overlooks, as one query I yet dwell upon -
when you're alone, do you think of me?

I shake my head as if to dislodge these thoughts,
eager to continue this drive's long quest.
If that's to outrun, or untie, these kind of knots,
I still as of yet cannot truly attest.


Details | Free verse | |

The Moon Between the Trees

It was the night after the full Moon.
This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees.
It was huge! It was the color of melon!
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once, 
I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe.
Three decades of life had passed by me.
Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray!
Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see!
“Oh My God”, dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way!
And this is what I have dropped before Thee?
At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me.
So many nights I lay before Thee.
Not one word and not even one moment heard.
For it was silence, for I could not breathe!

An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees.
It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see,
That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze!
I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me.
I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe.
“Oh My God”! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee!
I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see!
“My dearest dear God, my only one and true God”, 
Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!


Details | Narrative | |

Watching the Moon Grow

Night after night I sit to see the Moon shining over me.
Watching its shield unveil a bright night I can just sit to be.
For each night gone by a star shines so bright,
The more and more I sit here this night.
Deeper and deeper I think tonight, 
“What if” I had no sight?
Watching its gleam covering more than a lot,
I just sit to see it shine its big light.
For each hour gone by the moments are sought.
So more and more I sit here deeper in my thought.
My mind farther than my further with what this glow has brought,
“What if” the man in the Moon was never sought?
Watching its shadows lurk in the glow,
I sit to see if he will finally be caught.
For each moment gone by clear nights I’ll now know.
So more and more I sit here watching the Moon grow.
There’s just so much to see because it covers over me.
I sit here night after night because it’s just such a true sight.
I give it quite a bit of thought because “what if” all of this was not?
For the more that it comes to glow the more and more I can watch it grow.
There’s just so much to know because it covers me with its tremendous glow.
I sit her with thought after thought because I have more than your lot.
I sit here night after night because “what if” there was no true sight?
For the more I can just come to see the more and more I can just sit to be.



®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


Details | Quatrain | |

Mid-day

I saw the moon at mid-day,
Pale, behind the drifting clouds.
It seemed the day was muted,
As if  whispers would be too loud.

I walked out into the desert,
Watching the shadows cast.
Perhaps the moon at mid-day
knows the secrets of the past.

The leaves of change are falling.
Tomorrow’s path is charted. 
We see the moon at mid-day,
when the stage's veil is parted.


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Searching

I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside. 
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Night Skys

the cloak of the night skys
glitters with its jewels
and the whitecaps glisten neath the moon
and I am drawn in to its majesty
the hearld of darkness sparkling with light
and stand sheltered by its expanse
the cast of moon scattering gloom
and my smallness is felt deeply
familiar patterns are there
by virtue of the light there reflected
and the surty of knowing its ceaselessness
and its boundries as yet unknown and undiscoverd
that we look away from ourselves to something greater
what is dark in ourselves is far lessened
by the light reflected from another source
to draw strength from without
the whitecaps lap at the shore
the limits defined by her moon and sky
a night of peace unfettered by storm
but the storms will come
with shadows and obscurity
to frighten children and make seamen pray
mankind will scamper to their burrows
and I will be one with them
casting my sight till the sun rises again
chasing away storm and shadow
another morrow to illuminate
the confines of our lives
as is imposed by time and law unceasing

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Light Poetry | |

lagoon

 

  
A Shallow body of water 
 Separated from the ocean 
People comes to Venice 
Hoping to find love fill emotions
  
He drives a gondola 
With lovers from every where 
So many Private conversations 
He can't help but overhear 
  
There was a couple 
 Got married this afternoon 
They were having ice cream 
Under a full new moon 
  
But today he's with another girl 
Sailing down the lagoon 
Hugging and kissing 
will go to his wife very soon 
  
There are so many rides 
Fill with love and adultery 
On the lagoon of Venice 
Only a gondolier can see 
  
So many comes here 
Looking for love that's true 
Hoping to find happiness 
So their life's can become new 
  
There was a girl from Trinidad 
Who was alone on the lagoon? 
 She meet a guy from New York 
They found love that afternoon 
  
A couple came from England 
Looking for what had disappear 
They lost their love in London 
And are hoping to find it here 
  
It's just a lagoon 
But a place of love   
And people comes hoping to 
 Find what they been  dreaming of 
  
Some will find love to day 
Some might find it tomorrow 
Some love you will get to keep 
And some you can just borrow 
  
So many comes to this lagoon 
Waiting for love to starts 
Not knowing they already have it 
If they look in their hearts 
  
 Love can happen anywhere 
On the land, skies and sea 
But when true love comes 
The Lagoon is where some hope to be 
  
Across the universe 
Under the sun or the moon 
People are falling in love 
On a beautiful lagoon


Details | Free verse | |

Primal Urge

consciousness untouched for quite some time
direct caress along the eardrum
rattle rumble howl
somewhere deep in the purple shade
twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights
searching pinning
sensors gleaming, undulating
it creeps beyond, seeking
winding further, serpent of sound

carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs
faded, bent corners
coming apart at the edges
electric cry reverberating
pierces the heart of silence
falling into discord before
everything resolves into
march of ten thousand declinations
inclined to debate
decline to state
what found the star beneath the broken gate?

sometimes the darkness rises above
twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn
sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption
with a silver spear in its eye
bleeding tears of indignation
into the soil
from which sprout dandelions dripping pus

starlight crystallizes against the eye
against ever knowing, you shield your face
raising your arm to block out the light
but it falls against your wall nonetheless
battering, grasping, finally sliding away
you hear the last pitiful plop
as truth denied falls to the ground
and you wonder
whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner.

Sometimes, watching the moon rise
a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm
a needful expectation borne of unknown roots
laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner
shivering the black air with their satiation
sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center
and the listener cannot help but think of
venison, blood, and moonlight.


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


Details | Narrative | |

Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Pain

When the sun goes down, and the breeze freshens, 
when the night fills the sky, I’ll then feel at home,
as I’ve none of my own.
     And I’ll feel as though I belong.
When the moon comes up and lights the night
and the stars dot the heavens, I stare transfixed
     in awe of what I see
     as I silently wish with all my might.
To see the sun rise, not in the morning as all else,
but in my mind or in my heart,
     is what can put me to rest.
In a corner of my mind, where no-one ever sees,
lies a child in fear.
Of the terror of the day,
     and the mysteries of the night.
And as I watch that child grow old and alone,
I wonder why the light never shines in on him.
When the sun brightens the darkest of days
and the moon and stars illuminate the night,
     why must anyone live in the darkness of the
     mind, which no light can reach?
What can block the light,
     what can break the spell,
     what can move this one to freedom?
Why must the fight never leave the mind,
     why must the child grow old?
Why do the stars never twinkle?
     Why do the leaves fall off;
     why does the river taste like tears?
Why does the mind ache and hurt?
     Why does the heart pull up curt:
          Why does my soul feel pain?


Details | Free verse | |

A Sluggish Socratic Reservoir

In your restless slumbers you feel me,
I know you feel me.    
Always by your side like an iron rusted sword
Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back.
Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and
The waves that collapse against the shore.
Every ache you undergo will emit a moan
So loud and locked away that even the sky will mourn
And it’s rains will fall for you alone.
Each dripping drop will attempt to match your insides
From the moment the first moon beams hit your windowsill
Till the sun ascends in an incandescent dawn
That pinkens the walls of your chambers.
You look beyond a naked field to
A moon which eases with every passing moment.
Beckoning you to dreams and thoughts that lay like scars and stains.
Come, they whisper.
Come listen to the symphony of our affairs.
Come watch these green waters turn to gold.
Travel the world and reach the end 
Only to find that you still want.
But here, with no one around in this volatile room,
With no eyes peering but the licks of lighted candles,
You’ll plead no to a nameless fear 
As you swallow the back of your mind.
Let an open mind in,
Allow it to listen.
And as you glance over to vacancy from
Your worn and heated side,
The skies will shudder with every hope and every lie
That even Socrates cannot deny these tries.
But in the half light of my own room
I wish to be your broken record
Or the lead singers private microphone.
Kiss my finger tips and drink in the residue of fountain pens.
I will plaster each phrase to my bedroom wall
Where I live to see that the writing never flows.
That each excerpt is choppy and final.
That every quote is bold and blush.
The frayed and shredded nursery wallpaper,
Shimmering pink with sudden audacity,
Will reflect moodily and ambiguously of my shattered thoughts.
With kudos to a grandmother Mary,
I slowly lift a frozen face from underneath a pillow.
After a minute of self doubt and realization
That settles like pin pricks on the palms of my hands,
I slide the idle face back into it’s sheath
Then contemplate the curiosity of my own slumber.
While ignoring every hope of sleep,
I’ll thread two nimble fingers through an open flame,
Stare provokingly into the shadows on the ceiling,
Get bored,
Get lonely,
And think of you.                  


Details | Narrative | |

The Burning Veil

My eyes were opened to a bright red burning veil.
Sun scorched and Moon dried,
It was fried!
But, I brought it some water in a crystal blue pale.
The more it burned higher went the scale,
God knows that I at least tried.
There was just nowhere to hide.
But, I wasn’t about to fail.
 
I put the veil in the water and made it wet.
I held it to the Sun and the Moon to air dry.
The veil melted and glowed where it was set.
It was sparkling and made me want to cry.
Perception had been weakened to what it really should be.
At least, that’s what the burning veil conveyed to the truth inside of me!
 


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The Night of the Moon

It's the night of the moon
and though it's not in my sight.
The magic will be here soon.
The full moon takes the stage tonight.

I feel as low as the tide. 
The dark clouds set the tone.
Watching waves and sand collide.
I walk the beach all alone.

The clouds are fighting the sun.
They can't keep the bright light behind.
Sunset and beauty become one.
Doubt and hope crowd my mind.

Brilliant hues of orange,pink,and red
contrasting with clouds dark and gray
The sun paints a picture before bed
and then takes the painting away.

Splashing way out there in the sea.
Winking stars playfully laughing out loud.
I wonder,how this can be?
The night wont carry a cloud.

Where have all the clouds gone?
They've been plucked out of the sky.
The battle with the sun was been won.
I question not how, only why?

There's a bright glow in the west.
The curtain goes up for the show.
Dancing lights on the water are next.
Slowly rising the moon seems to grow.

Sometimes it's such a spiritual thing.
When nature reveals what it can truly do.
I can almost hear this moon sing.
So extravagant, it must be alive too.

My memory goes back to a time.
When the moon stole the show like this. 
I was with a girl that was so fine
and remembered that,that night we kissed.

But my memories are what had me down. 
I can't remember too many good.
There was the clouds at sundown
and suddenly I understood.

If I only kept good thoughts in my minds eye
and make all the bad ones just finish.
Maybe then my thoughts wont seem to magnify
what my memory can't seem to diminish.

Out with the bad thoughts in with the new. 
I'll fill my head with good memories only. 
But it seems that there are so few
that my thoughts might just get lonely.

That makes a smile come to my lips
and I wonder, did I just laugh out loud?
I watch enchanted as the moon slips
across the sky without a cloud.

My mood has changed I realize.
I knew I felt that pull.
Now I know hope never dies.
Hope lives in a moon this full.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Nihilist - Four: Don't Look Now

A bad moon on the rise,
Grinning like sour cheese,
Drips a rivulet of blood,
A groovy facial scar;
On the canal rancid surface,
Blacker than a witches’ bowel,
It smiles back at itself,
Death reflected from afar.

Don’t look now, for
Something wicked comes,
Trailing rotten funeral wreaths,
Along the catacomb way;
And the bad moon surveys
The handiwork of conscience,
Turns the plastic red and slick,
Predicting venous spray.


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 3 (the hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke 
We’re playing on ourselves 
I don’t want the sun 
And its insistent heat 
I don’t need the clouds 
Or the people that I see 
Wandering around like dazed puppets 
Numbed on the drugs of old 
I just want to go my own way 
And to question what we know 
The moon in all its mystery 
Its quiet grace 
Greets and bids me fair tidings 
Hoping that something will treat me well 
A lone friend in a world 
Full of followers and beggars 
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions 
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval 
It can see me 
Breaking out from behind my clouds 
And shining into the world 
A second sun 
A light guiding my own way 


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A Beautiful Night

Looks like something i would see in a dream
everything seems to be just right

the moon is shining, the stars surrounding, 
protecting Her from all harm. 
Never in my life have i seen such a beautiful night, 
it glows with charm. 

But the clouds start rolling in, dark and cold
swallowing the moon and stars whole. 

for within something so beautiful cannot be all good
everyone has their faults, why not accept it?
let people live their own life, quit with the judging. 
why can't we all just accept each other like the moon and the stars do?

For within anything that is hideous, there may be something beautiful underneath
so live and let live, i say. 
maybe the world will be a better place if we did.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Envious Moon

In the midnite of earth's noon,

Sun's shadow blackens the moon.

Silver shades of pale desire

Are consumed within its fire.

Adrift in darkness of death,

The burnt moon struggles for breath.

Unremembering the plight
 
Desire brought, it slays the night.

This envious moon of sky

Sighs with dispassionate eye:

The sun too will one day die.


Details | Lyric | |

Man in the Moon

Copyright September 16, 2008

Man in the Moon 
You've been our companion
For billions of years
Satellite circling around us 
Without an atmosphere
Have you solved the ancient riddle
Of why we are here?
Man in the Moon
Can you tell me
'Cause the answer isn't clear

Man in the Moon
What's it like to float in the sky?
Do you sometimes wish 
A comet would stop by and say hi?
When dawn comes up
Do you sigh as the Sun draws nigh?
Man in the Moon 
Have you a clue as to the reason why?

As you wax and wane by degree
Do you smile down at me?
Won't you send my way
The sweetest of dreams,
Dear Man in the Moon?

Man in the Moon
Hum a tune for
Weary daughters and sons
Who wait for something better
When their day is done
Please watch over us
Oh silent, silvery one
Man in the Moon
Sing softly of what is to come


Details | Ballad | |

At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again


Details | I do not know? | |

Daily Strength and Nightly Weaknesses

I crumble with a setting sun
The colors streak and I come undone
Quiet invades despite cicadas sick
Emerging a year late on a low burnt wick

Colors infect the sky like spilt paint
An early moon visible however faint
Goes looming racing and panting west
I put down my flowers and await the test

I am left to myself, these nightly battles
With each new star my confidence rattles
Once I used to wear the moon about my neck
When I was the sky and she was the speck

My constant blanket, I undo my hair
Split and raw from each nights’ wear
I stand to fight, this will not pass
My naked feet find cool wet grass

I reach in one pocket and pull out my past
And from the other, a future wide and vast
Armed I destroy a black velvet veil 
And slowly but surly the night does pale

I replace my weapons and tie my hair
And watch a sun, both new and rare.


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Under The Raging Moon

How raged the moon with whitest luminescence,
Reflected in my starving eyes,
Dominance, nocturnal omnipresence,
Swelling in the black eternal skies.
And how it shone with pallid incandescence,
Turning tears to icy milk,
Freezing them with spectral iridescence
Upon my cheeks like balls of frosted silk.
Until I wept to point of obsolescence,
When the rivers all ran dry,
I knew you stood and felt the equal presence
Underneath the self-same moon as I…


Details | I do not know? | |

The View

I wondered how it would be 
just for one second to be free 
away from this demanding scream 
but sadly all i could do was dream 

When I slept the place came to me 
and for that moment i was able to see 
how love was like for the rest of you 
my god, what a lovely view 

It was like seeing angels fly 
instead of hearing them when they die 
for once there was only beautiful silence 
away from this horrible place of endless violence 

my mother and father must have known this place 
they must have looked god straight in the face 
for me i never knew 
but i came close when i met you 

i learned what music was like through you 
i learned what peace was like and then I knew 
that in you i had found my escape 
from this world of soul-less rape 

i cried for once without any sorrow 
i thought there was hope for a new tomorrow 
but that window closed my eyes once more 
but i at least i knew what i had been fighting for 

i may not be fighting for me 
but at least for that moment i was allowed to see 
what the rest of you can have when i am gone 
like a wilted flower burned by an angry dawn 

that day can not come too soon 
i'm afraid i can't fight under this moon 
this heavy lifeless moon of doom 
so full and cold as my tomb 

but i can look past these bricked up wall 
because i know now why angels fall 
they fall for girls like you 
who showed them heaven's view


Details | I do not know? | |

Bliss Be Quick

Bliss be quick 
I'm fading fast
toward the sunset's
shadowed grasp
Like a smoking candlewick
Like our conversations past
Bliss don't switch
your gears and leave
the moon to tend me
as I grieve
She has no real warmth to give
She can't show me how to live
Bliss settle in
and make your home
please promise me 
you'll never roam
Scroll out a list of things to do
to nurture my weak fortitude
like stringing beads of glassy ink
and rolling out thoughts to make one think
or searching the sky for green parakeets
sitting on phone lines, lined up neat
Crushing up coconuts, drinking the juice
Flying for miles to declare a truce
Watching the seeds of the sweat peas grow
or dipping my feet in the ocean's flow.
Bliss I'm lost
unless you're with me
I get caught in the
solitude frenzy
Where there's no one to bounce things off of
Where the moon laughs her cooling head off
Bliss be kind
to this weak frame
and personalize me
with your name
I'll live up to your expectations
Drop your guard and your reservations
Bliss you are
my mirror image
I won't let 
my eyes be timid
Shine my skin and temper my glow
for, Bliss, you do these things bestow...


Details | I do not know? | |

MOONGLOW

I held the Moon......... 
In my open hands 
Blew on it gently, 
saw it glow 

Far it was flung....... 
I watched it go 
There it hung...... 
Moonglow 

There I stood..... 
So far below 
Moonglow 
Things I could 
Things I should 

All for a Moon 
If I could touch again 
Feelings understood 
If I only could............ 
So far below......... 
Feel a moon glow 


Details | Free verse | |

Twilight of a New Beginning

The Twilight of a New Beginning



The stars hold our past brightly

Lest we forget, but way in the distance

Not to be touched again

 
The moon slides across the sky

A mirror of things to come

The cycle of life that does not die

 
The sun which never rises

Tempts the eastern sky

Even in darkness its light shines

 
Where to go? What to do?

Should I want? Should I desire?

Should I be?

 
Prayers unheard all those years

Dreams paralyzed by my fears

Just one more day, please, for all my years


Great Spirit speaks to the night

The Wolf and Moon dance with delight

The rest of the creatures awe at the sight

 
Mother Earth opens wide

From her womb a knowing spirit glides,

…………………………………….

Into the twilight of a new beginning

 


Mark De Binder —(White Falcon) 2006


Details | Ballad | |

PURPLE AND BLUE

The sea, 
reflecting 
Shades of purple and blue 
Where I am, 
in a colour too 

The moon turned, 
slowly in my hand 
The soft light, 
lit up the blue 
Left a shadow in the sand 

A solitary figure on the shore... 
Holding a moon 
From with.... 
Soft light... 
did pour 

The sea... 
In shades of purple and blue 
Filled me too 
Soft light reflecting 
The heart detecting.... 
The colour in you 

Far away... 
The moon turned 
Beams of light 
Scattered across the sea, 
lit up the purple and blue 
for me 


Details | Free verse | |

Barren Shore

to lost loves

I stand alone along the shore
washing away my sins in the surf
submerged in the sands a prisoner of time
a single call to be rescued goes unnoticed
i've known the day too long
we've many dates to make the night envy
my midnight lover has cheated on me
the man in the moon wants whats mine
for as long as the sun shines
the stars shall be mine
and the moon shall be also to my beg and call
but shall bare me no more kids 
on this barren shore