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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.

Copyright © Mike Ruff

Details | Free verse | |

True Blue Moon

These thoughts are crystal clear in feelings
towards a beautiful gem 
dazzling aurora of lighting color
falling into loves sweet 
everlasting touching a dream
The fondest memories come flooding back
walking along the golden sands 
with my dog buster 
him dancing around 
floating lovingly on natures breeze
Tears begin rolling down the face
looking skyward 
a full moon face in her pearly white attire
Winds blowing quite strongly across the ocean
touching inner humming whistles
Silver reflections of her face shine 
dancing in each and every single ripple
Light of truth is a burning torch
forever warm and loving 
forgiving always to the end
is this real I ask myself over and over
Watching you sleep smiling deep inwardly beautiful
putting my nose to your hair loving how it smells
for me baby the sweetest scent of you
Knowing smiles upon your angel face
this dream is it real pinching myself
Sleeping beauty I thought in that moment
A fairy tale breathing ever so slowly lowers and rises
deep gentle soft fluttering warm breaths
as i watch you sleeping 
One prize for a king who is lucky in love 


one I spent a while writing, finished it on a walk last night looking at a full moon 

Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Triolet | |

In the Aftermath of Love and Tragedy: Heloise and Abelard

"Then there is no more left but this, that in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less than the love we two have already known" (Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy) Like moon on nights of skies un-starred she lived without her Abelard. A parched still plain was Heloise - like moon on nights of skies un-starred. In death she would not lose regard for him who’d been her rain and breeze. Like moon on nights of skies un-starred, she lived without her Abelard. When Abelard put love away, with Church he mightily aligned. The world was not like ours today when Abelard put love away. Not even Heloise could say were she to often cross his mind. When Abelard put love away, with Church he mightily aligned. By Andrea Dietrich For the Famous Couples/DuosPoetry Contest of Heather Ober (based on one of the most interesting love stories I have ever read: Abelard & Heloise)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Moon Dust

Once upon a time my mother read me tales of princesses who joined with their prince - fairy tale romance. Wishing on stars, I hoped my prince was out there too. He hung the moon. What magic when life held such promise! I was spurred by . . . dreams. Love! It filled my mind. A young girl, I asked for just the moon! I longed for it. I searched for it. How elusive it seemed to be. Once found, it often disintegrated quickly, for it was - after all - simply the moon dust of dreams. For Catie Lindsey's Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | Narrative | |

Longer Shadows of the Moon

He is caught between one life and another
while my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
We are like leaves, played with by the wind

O lengthening dark vision
reaching across our lives
It came, at last, without a sound...
his leave taking came without a word,
but we both heard it in the silence....

His world is in the palm of his hand
and my world is this moment that does not move

O furtuna, sternit fortem
O furtuna, rota tu volubillis

Never was he mine, never was he not mine
The child, no longer, child that bends and sways
My eyes reflect the clouds upon the sky
for he reaches out a hand upon my crown 
and I feel the gentle warmth upon my head

A knowing hand of man, not boy, that once I vowed to keep
must leave and know that I will weep
as if I am the child, ....not he,...instead 

O fortuna, velut luna 
Statu variabillis, semper crescis, aut decrescis;

I force a smile, and watch him fly away
Quod per sortem .... Sternit fortem,
never was he mine, never was he not mine






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For Deb's Contest: Bi-Lingual
Latin translated
         ----
O Fortuna (O Fortune)
Velut luna (like the moon)
Statu variabilis (you are changeable)
Semper crescis (ever waxing)
Aut decrescis; (and waning;)                                
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)                     
 Rota tu volubilis, (you whirling wheel)
Corde pulsum tangite; (pluck the vibrating strings;)
Quod per sortem (since Fate)
Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string)

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Elegy | |

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009

Copyright © Rene' Brady

Details | Senryu | |

Shattered Moon Beams

Pop the silver orb
Moon drops splashed upon your wrist
Goodbye on your lips...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney

Details | Free verse | |

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME - EMOTIONAL WRITE - DARK SIDE OF THE MOON FOR CONTEST

My darling Time is no longer on our side Since your car crash we have no money For you are no longer able to work If I can’t find a job I may have to go on the run The debts are piling up so high they almost reach the sky Brain damage has taken its toll on you I wish you were able to speak to me But all as long as you can still breathe … That is the most important thing I still visit you every day Talking to you about our once happy life Trying to jog your memory Do you remember the time we saw the total eclipse Together we saw the dark side of the moon Oh what memories it conjures up Don’t give up the fight It’s not your time to go to the great gig in the sky Babe, its you and me not us and them If you should leave me my darling I will remember your request … No black at your funeral You said wear any colour you like No matter what happens I will love your forever Contest:- Album Tracks Tell Stories Sponsor:- James Fraser 18th August 2015 Album 1 chosen ~ Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd TRACKS used: Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | Free verse | |

Can You See The Moon Crying

Can You See The Moon Crying

Can you see the moon crying
Spreading tears of blood across the sky
Suffering for the losses of man
Lives taken by war
Taken on the streets for no reason
Mothers taken away from children
Children taken from their mothers
People left sick and starving
Ignored by those who could help
Lessons taught to build hatred
Taught by the ones who we trust
Gases killing our planet
While we kill our beautiful animals
Can you see the moon crying
Her tears fall to Earth
Unseen by man
She will cry and mourn
Until man is long gone
And once again life with cover the planet

Copyright © R. e. taylor

Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Copyright © shadab shaikh

Details | Free verse | |

Sol y Luna

Oh, Sol y Luna que tratan de abrazarse,
No llegan a tocarse como La Creación por Miguel Angel,
Por tantos obstáculos obstruyéndoles de si mismos,
Por tantas barreras que atrasan el alcance entre ellos,
Por tantas cadenas que los separan el uno del otro...

Oh, Sol que tanto extrañas el toque helado de la Luna,
Que tanto sufresen despertar el resplandor de su interior,
Que tantas manchas y quemaduras te han hecho doler,
Que tanta irradiación expones, a veces cegándote a ti mismo...

Oh, Luna que tanto añoras el calor del Sol,
Que tanto sufres en suavizarle su ardor,
Que tantos cráteres te han hecho sufrir,
Que tanto escondes tu resplandeciente brillantez interna...

Oh, Sol que tanto sufres en fuego eterno,
Pobre de ti, separado de tu amante,
Te dejaron solo en a luz cadente,
Luz que te quema y te hace erupcionar...

Oh, Luna que tan fría estas en oscuridad abundante,
Pobre eres, separada de tu querido,
Solitaria y desamparada con tus amistades, las estrellas,
Dejando caer tu opaca luz de plata,
En tu océano de lágrimas y tierra de injusticias...

Dos amantes desolados,
Dos romances reprimidos,
Ambos corriendo uno tras el otro,
Solo mirándose a distancia,
Sin alcanzarse hasta la llegada del abrazo..

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz

Details | Verse | |

Once In A Blue Moon


A solitary man was he 
who shunned responsibility 
and crawled back to his empty shell, 
he thought himself alive and well. 
He spurned an opportunity 
for love in perpetuity, 
instead his nervousness took hold, 
he lost the yearning to be bold. 

As weeks went by he grew, imbued 
with loneliness and solitude, 
but not with laughter or the joy 
he well remembered as a boy. 
He grew morose, and disinclined 
to mix with others of his kind, 
he shut himself away with books, 
avoiding disapproving looks. 

Perhaps one day he'll realize 
commitment is a larger prize, 
that the way to win a heart 
is not to run, to be apart. 
He hopes that day is dawning soon, 
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon 
waiting for its time to rise 
so infrequently before his eyes. 

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe

Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means

Copyright © Davin Payne

Details | Ballad | |

New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker

Details | Rhyme | |

Bed of Clouds

The Moon is just a silver scarf,
As the Sun is just a Jewel
Glowing above us, overhead
Lighting the way for ev'ry Fool
Rainbows envelop me, on this bed of clouds
As the colours bring me back to life
Let go of Hope in all my Sadness-
My Soul of Gold, I twist the knife

**COLORS CONTEST ENTRY

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet

Details | Sonnet | |

BETTER THAN NOTHING LOVE

THE  B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE 

If I had faced then the lonely hall,
The black entrance into my own absence
If I had not lifted the phone to call
Each acquaintance, would I be so tense

But my urge to love and live is so immense
These cradling arms of plastic only stale
And I am ridiculous and intense
And all rejection like a ragman’s bale

With waves of pain beating on the wall
Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense -
My questionable right to love you all
Somehow in absence, seems that more intense,

Yet can be measured in this dying squall,
As I am waiting for your questioning call.

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley

Details | Tanka | |

Moon of Sadness

Nude in front of you
Slapped by bats but kissed by light
Enigmatic scars
No one understands but YOU...
I dream of dreams of moon life...

I pose - you draw me
You take pictures of my soul
Wondering what's wrong...
Sadness... immortality 
How much Love I cannot give!

For Tracie's "TANKA ME A MOONLIGHT DREAM... "

Copyright © iolanda Scripca

Details | Couplet | |

Deep Soft Trickles

Softly touching deep cords vibrate within,
The song within my heart with golden notes begin.

As sadness flows trickling In Cello magic,
Soul's storm It Is flowing In Violin tragic.

Like a river babbling wild free,
The heart has no bounds where Love has to be.

Sweet dancing upon ripples of air,
A waltz In the clouds with dream's lady so fair.

Flowing Into an open ocean's waves,
Upon your golden heart your dream Love engraves.

Singing echoes haunting our world,
Dream's memories before us unfurled.

Rising salted emotions suffering powerless,
Sadness grows and the heart loses Its prowess.

Baited breaths shawled deep held Inside tears,
Cold Ice cube memories brittle Icing fears.

Floating breeze fluttering gently,
Touching desires In Love's flame diligently.

Touching each string cries out,
What tunes shall these strings shout.

A songbirds lament,
In grief It Is sent.

A piano speaks so softly,
As Its keys play music loftily.

Telling one story In tune,
That shall ever be told before moon.

How sweet your beautiful words sung deeply,
How they did touch my tender heart completely.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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Rain Song

You played me like a violin
I can't believe I fell again
But clouds revealed the moon, and I was taken
Your eyes were closed
Your words were spare
You ran your fingers through my hair
But from your whispered breath, dark lies were spoken,
  
The moon betrayed me, .......a storm is waking.......
Have you betrayed me?........my world is shaking.......

Those empty words that still resound
pound in my head and I have found
Your love was like a tunnel going nowhere -
I crossed a bridge
And took a risk, 
I fell right in,
But couldn't swim 
The drowning rush surrounds me like a river

I dived right in it........I can't deny it
I would survive it........to cry a river

You came to me without a plan
I should have known that it would end
The echo of the thunder tried to warn me

A distant voice
Inside my head
A cloud appeared with laden air
And pulled me where the heart's a frozen ember

I see the lightning......  I am frightened
I hear the plunder....  a distant thunder

I hear it now, the pouring rain
It beats against the window pane
And now the chill just sends a quiver through me

Storms only come
When I'm alone
Torrential songs are drowning me 
A broken heart can't stop the rain from coming in

When vows were spoken,     a sun was shining.......
But I heard thunder, ....       and you denied it

And truth came pouring down upon my head



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Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Free verse | |

Frog Adventures

Frog Adventures - journey always continues - A Collaboration

The Frog lands on earth smiling
Nothing has changed In mirror reflections
Bearing gifts from his mission on Mars
He met the cow who jumping over the moon
On the milky way he lay back rocking thoughts
Upon the moons' smile on a beautiful memory
Laughing having fun In warm joy
When lightning struck
Striking a beautiful tune sings out
Watching the dish elope with the spoon
Crying It looks like the cat Is playing the fiddle
Sadly tugging heart strings the temperature drops
Every which way swaying lost
One craft on this ocean a ghost ship
Into a shadow horizon
I sail to you In light of the moon

Are you sure? That Is not quite the story of the Frog that seamen tell. He lost all his gifts when he fell Into the sea. This Is the way seamen tell It.

Captain Jamie Lee Is at the wheel the ghost ship was the Dramallach Raven
A fine upstanding bunch of pirate lads not one of them was a craven
Now out of the corner of his eye Jamie Lee did spy
Something strange and he almost gave a startled cry
A Frog fell Into the sea small and green
Frog overboard He did lustily cry his eyes sharp and keen
The mate threw over the line and then to crews surprise
A little green frog holding a brollie stood before their eyes
This little Frog lifted up and placed on the poop deck
A poor little fellow he was and he looked quite a wreck
It was then Mr. Frog noticed Jamie Lee was a ghost
And he turned white and lean Instead of being green
As he sat shaking looking up at his host
"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
Bash you on the head then off with your legs and have you for my tea"

Don't panic, didn't happen, just a bit of ghostly pirate humour there. There were no Frogs harmed In the making of this poem. Now, where was I? oh yes.......

"Now Mr. Frog what will I do with you oh deary me
I think we'll take you back to Ireland across the briny sea"

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.

Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dreamer

Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!

“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!


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Copyright © Samar Saleh

Details | Lyric | |

Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Quatrain | |

The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 

Copyright © Robyn Thomas

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Free verse | |

The first man on the Moon

Neil Armstrong
The first man on the Moon

Copyright © Nigel Fox

Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.

Copyright © Ross Thompson

Details | Free verse | |

The Moon Rains

To taste the moon,

as it sings at night

a generous portion

of dark colored sun filled glass

causes this somber sad depression

fills this anguish of mine

to melt....

Let me feel the moon in my bones
behind this wounded heart of mine
a ballad, oh moon, you do sing
from the deepest part of my mind
harbors the past of missed opportunities
of events...

The moon is raining my tears at night
feeling the sadness of many a years
bounds to my very soul
to take the pain of the disturbed peace
the world has gone mad
my life is your equalizing song
rain moon rain, with all your might...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Copyright © Brooke Dylan

Details | Lyric | |

What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.

Copyright © Cayla Carr

Details | Ghazal | |

GHAZALS OF RAJAT 1-6

Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?


Promises are fulfilled, days departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert road, who will wipe a bird’s tears? 

Let me go back to my island O lord, to live with my people, with peace
Who wants dark days dropping like evils on the lake of tears?


Friends are funny until their claws scratch the widows of my love
Have you got friends those have not loosened your teeth or made you shed tears?


Moon is like a golden dish full of egg poach, fried fish, succulent meat and pulao
Beggars say its god’s wish; they have to keep their hunger aflame; does a fakir shed tears?


Merchants do business and cross thousands of miles to sell their wares
Only God knows how many shadows wait for their return and shed unaccountable tears.

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY

Details | Rhyme | |

Moon O'er Normandy Beach

An eerie calm settled o'er Normandy Beach that solemn summer's night.
The debris of battle was strewn 'neath the full moon's silvered light.
The tide cleansed the beach of the blood of men who were in the fore;
Brave men who'd faced the hell of war on that ravaged Norman shore!

Those who gave their all, lay awaiting removal from that embattled strand.
With lifeless eyes and boots pointed t'ward the stars, they slept upon the sand.
Fathers, brothers, sons and husbands slain during the conflict's ebb and flow,
By the inexorable Scythe of Death in the battles of Pointe du Hoc and St. Lo!

What might these heroes have become if fate had not dealt them so?
A teacher, farmer, doctor, a minister?  Alas, we shall never know!
They left farm, shop, school and hearth to cross the billowing sea,
And forfeited life on the Altar of Honor that others might live free!

The moonlight revealed treasured items strewn about on the ravaged beach.
Final letters to loved ones lay fluttering in the breeze, now beyond their reach.
There were wallets with photos of wives and children who are left to grieve.
Only the memory of his close embrace will their empty hearts now ever cleave!

Toothbrushes, razors, bloody shoes and socks were gathered by grieving mates,
As they tenderly cared for fallen brothers who've gained the Pearly Gates. 
The moon glowed brightly that night o'er Normandy Beach as it paused on high,
To caress the cheeks of brave men as it passed on its eternal bourne in the sky!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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