"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
*WITHOUT THE SOUP.......
> * * *
> * * *
* < haiku's
< moon >>>>> planet
planet < * >
free < > *
verse < ##### * >
# # SOUP ## > lyric
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< < # # SUN # #
##### * >>>
< * monoku's >>> senryu
* planet moon satellite
>>>> planet >>>> planet
* tanka rhyme
.... MY POETRY,
It's here now under a converted sky
Where daylight has loss it’s might
Hours before the green hills had sight, with
splattered hints of yellow wild flowers so bright
Now time has casts a different light
It here now where the heavens sings an evening song
With twinkled lights on a moon lit prong
Dancing stars and dreaming of mars
Its here on this transformed spot
I will sit and jot
It is here now as I lay back on this cool grass, and write a story
with the heavens the color of quarry
Of jeweled eyes in the skies
that connected to stories, some disguised
With silver spoons and astrological loons
On dream away, dream on by
to the earths motions and lullabies
It is here now time to take a brake
from life’s work ,and worries and heart ache
Try it yourself remember when, you were a child
when you looked up the night and smiled amen
(Moon is My Muse)
You lie beyond an obscure veil
Above the foggy city lights
Illuminating the night so pale
Giving darkness lights respite
Elliptical loops around earth’s face
Wearing wane or increase smiles
Still quickening lover’s heart pace
Ever working your earthly wiles
Finding muses in your boldness
Poets stroke their papered words
Romance beckons in your fullness
Love lyrics written or poetic blurbs
Earthly harvesters glean in the night
Twice find beauty in blue moon bright
Written for: “Moon is My Muse” on 2/27/13
I used the definition for Sonnet found in Poetry Soup Forms
Luna in grandeur, skirts the heavens by night
Her beauty reflects wholly on all within sight
While her crystalline brilliance expand the skies
Illuminating thoughts and dreams aspire
She arrests admiring eyes that micmic stars
And softens hearts of the most stalwart of Bards
In the realm of dreamscape, an influential muse
Lighting many a pathway with the sun, her fuse
Mellow is her mood and soft be her touch
In calming silence she carries the torch
Through pitch black nights she stands watch
Stirring imaginings with emotions to match
Gently, she nudges the ebb and flow of tides
From granite pavillions on her chariot rides
Note: For "Moon is My Muse" Contest
turn piss back into wine-
drink their own words
the sheep are blind-
thicket of innovation
acts as camouflage
The carnivorous sheep pursue their prey
through thickets of changing innovation.
Full moon saunters across the sky,
caressing darkness with her brilliant curves.
More than half of the flock follow
Ms. 'Ego-awe', Cpt. 'Know it all',
Lt-Col. 'Dusty lines' and Mr. 'Rope-a-dope',
over the edge of a very steep cliff.
They fall in a cascading waterfall of lemming-dementia,
breaking apart in the
Shadow of the Valley of Poetic Death.
The remaining sheep continue on,
blasting away on a bugle.
the hunt is on,
full moon saunters by
swaying brilliant curves-
wolf shows great honour,
by not hiding beneath fleece
The fox is startled by a voice belonging to a pair of golden eyes,
"Do not be afraid little one,
these sheep are their own worst enemy!
Come out from your hiding place
and become a partner in arms."
Standing back to back,
the fox and wolf raise thirsty hackles,
engaging with the fleecy flock.
As moonlight spills across the scene,
the fox notices how the carnivorous sheep
have blunted their teeth upon the stones of judgement.
All along they have been eating their very own words,
causing incisors of creativity to go blunt.
These silly sheep have been regurgitating
their own righteousness for many years.
What had been believed to be sharpened wit,
was merely an illusion
reflected in a warped mirror-
a mirror inside of a bubble.
the past is gold-
a futuristic signpost
of constant change
Broken moon, we are the same, you and I,
waning, as our repeating cycles crop
time. Listen to the police siren cry
below, chasing fools unwilling to stop.
Lunacy, this endless race to next week,
next month. The rush smothers verse. Absent breath
signals its demise and your pallid cheek,
again, turns from that sonnet’s sudden death.
Be kind, silence the chimes, please, slow this night,
then, instead, I will offer you an ode
that honours inspiration, docile light,
my pen will plod on as hours erode.
But moon you're too still, too simply bitten,
While I fight for each rhyme left unwritten.
*For Russell Sivey’s Moon is my Muse Contest
Written Feb 28, 2013
A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.
Melancholy moon serenely arise,
Poetically illuminates reverent eyes
To inscribe a heart's desiration,
Behold, a remote muse inspiration.
Midnight's voice caresses a quill,
To infinitely deify the waxen chill.
Words disperse like inked vapor,
Burning into parchment paper.
Glowing with poetry's essence,
Lady Luna relishes in the quintessence.
For she beauteous as poetic word,
Adrift in obscurity unheard.
Fleeting beams elude capture,
Vague memories intangible rapture.
Casts an enchanted spell with moondust,
Immortalizing glimmers of writer's lust.
I do not know?
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
Is more than it seems
Tide upon tide
The moon of your eyes
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
Is more than it seems
Tide upon tide
The moon of your eyes
Will bring this night into me