if time heals all wounds,?
my cure lies in patience,?
if sadness makes us stronger,?
sorrow lives as my acquaintance,
the sun rises slowly but has to set again too soon,
the sun brings us the light but is only shadowed by the moon,
the sun shows our imperfections, and the moon leaves them transparent,
but if i speak truth let me be a declarant,
true beauty shines through when under darkness, moon or sun,
your beauty stay true, equalled by none,
time will heal not being by your side,
and the sorrow will give me strength to be proud that i tried,
one day you will find a love much greater than I,
i just long for the chance to say that your mine.
Luna comes to paint a portrait,
each stroke fails to capture me.
I pray this moon not find its
muse in the reluctance of my
Tonight the stars above Ypres
dance, to the rocket solar flairs.
The moon tonight so strong in
indeed, for tonight my heart it
A_Abalone by the sea floats to shore then adored
B_Bonnets of the world make my heart unfurl surely not bored
C_Conch alive how their song can jive
D_Dove Shell rings my bell not like bee hive
E_Egg Shell poached with the quail
F_Flamingo Tongue_Cyphoma Gibbosum lives by Opposum Dale
G_Goblet of gold stories of you many which are untold
H_Helmet of the sea seahorses shield from Stingrays stinging bee hold
I_Irish Baking Dish let's fix those Tuna Fish
J_Janthina what a shell purple with great knish
K_King's Crown Shell not on the shore unless mangrove nearby
L_Limpet shell star colored like stars in the universe that fly
M_Money Cowrie_Cypraea moneta_once used for money
N_Nutmeg Shell_Cancellaria Reticulata it's articulata, honey
O_Ostrich Foot Sea Shell looking like a spiraling universe
P_ Purple Turritella spiraling like universe in color submerse
Q_Quest on seeking shells, name it quit or quint and be different
R_Red Moon Sea Shell similar to the clam but red color current
S_Starfish decorates earth's seas
T_Tiger Moon those cat's stripes I see
U_Umbilical Egg Cowrice with your spots
V_Veluntina with your pink hew but not dots
W_Whelk definitely not a woods roaming Elk
X_Xenophoridae shells so varied not spelk
Y_Yellow Helmet exotic shell
Z_Zesty be one's hunt and name a shell Zell...
Shells by the sea shore, fun to find and collect galore
Can you name them all now or do you need to learn more?
Written: March 03,2013
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
**I am a nearly seventy year old mother, grandmother, and great grandmother..I enjoy going to the seashore for vacation..I have always enjoyed picking up seashells and wondered if they all had names..Well, there are over 15,000 different kind of sea creatures that live in those shells and some have not been named..
You've got to be kidding
Oh we like to slide down the moon,
While sucking helium from balloons.
Oh I wish i had a helicopter hat,
So i could party like a cat,
And go to mars,
To see the shooting stars.
Wow, that would be a party
And we would party hardy
We have known much earlier,
That the moon will watch our failure
Long before we met each other,
And we shall suffer
Crises of boredom and colorless scenes;
And will exchange our love for devilish means;
The apple season will end,
As a tear sips another and dies,
The moon reflects our lies,
And the darkness swallows paths and glints
Love will die.
Grievous silence challenges body curves
A laugh wants to cry
Challenges our pride to collapse;
The flame of love is blown off,
Our promises are left behind
Crooning to dreams of time,
Fate witnesses our separating crime,
The corpse is torn photos,
Letters these, once, were holy scripts,
And scattered flowers which were precious gifts.
There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.
They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.
As soon as it grew silent,
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out,
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.
There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.
They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.
Quite silly to
Birds on the hill
Water and stone not
Not the rule
And no smiling
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Also fell in
But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
With the integration
of tikatik ...
And the plains.
And also quite tired
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.
Among those in
The brilliance of
And blaze of
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the
In the air
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
And mystery machine
Over the world
show the moon
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!
At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
On the strength of
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Despair is running
Ends the storm!
The moonlight brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When it's at its peak of height
That's when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to it's core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house
And cast light throughout the world
The Moon seems so far away
In the night you can see it but, not in the day,
Man has been there and back
It is so cool when becomes totally black,
We call this a eclipse for all eyes to see
But, there is a certain time for this to take place so be prepared and it will be,
The moon is our night lite in the sky
Lets just enjoy it and not always ask why,
It was created just like out planet
We need not question something that we all take for granted,
One day it may just disappear
I hope not because then we will all have to fear,
The truth about life here on earth
That it is not here forever not even for all it is worth.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2011
I stand brave at might within my room
Without a single sight of fear
As thunder roars from outside
My heart as pure as gold
This ugly bloody demon came upon me
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take
Here in a home of faith that lingers in
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night
As the demon spoke to me in tounges
I could not understand words that's been spoken
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night
That demon in the night can harm me no more
By Brian Otoole
Hush, dear. For I will stay—here, with you, holding you; forever, just for tonight
I shall watch you sleep, unaware of the dark and the starless sky:
Just enough warmth and, of mother's tenderness, soft light
Keeping you from all that make babies cry:
Love, we know, knows not of
Morns nor of
COME, COME FLY ME TO MARS
Come, come, my guiding light,
Fly me to the skies in the highest above,
To be the heavenly guest, amongst the angels,
To the hospitable, intriguing and luring destination,
Amongst the stars of heaven and their constellations!
When I ride on the wings of dusk,
Our dreams reflect through the bright moonlight.
The rising of Aries from the twilight sea,
And the setting age of Libra in the distant horizon,
Bring hopeful tides and dreams that forever rule over our destiny!
When I ski on the broad flat rings of Saturn,
I see the yellow sun rise in your sweet blue eyes.
When I settle on the far side of the roars of rough seas of Venus,
And the life giving spirit grows faint within me in Jupiter,
You illuminate me with energy and recharge my batteries!
As I journey endlessly and ascend through spacecraft,
East of the stimulating Sun and west of the arousing Moon,
To the endless new sound of the Ram’s horn,
Surely, the sun will not smite me by the day,
Nor the moon at night, with you beside me!
Come; come fly me to Mars, to our heavenly destination,
To the red planet teeming with intricate canals,
To waterways, rivers and silver lakes so intelligently designed,
To the planetary satellites, so intriguing and amusing,
Whose variety and colour continue to invoke awe and wonder!
When Mars is aligned to the Sun, Mercury, and Venus,
Saturn, Earth, and Pluto are on one straight line,
Jupiter entering Leo, Moon squatting in Capricorn,
Uranus awakening and Neptune unifying us,
Surely, love and peace will engulf us for all eternity!
Oh, my guiding light, please take my hand and show me around!
Let me see what Summers and Autumns are like in Mars,
And when we awake to the seasons of singing,
Flowers blossoming and early fruits forming,
With sweet smelling scents to adore,
Surely, this is the dawning age of our Spring in Mars
It was getting dark.
The silence starts speaking
to me in a whisper
for the sake of secrecy.
the violence will start
between the summer night
and a brilliant moon.
I sit in a corner
to watch the milk spilling.
And then, after couple of hours
an anonymous call from
a cuckoo in distress. Somewhere
a dry twig snaps off. Something
is tossed in air. A shadow pokes
at moon to return the favour.
The dawn, drops the veil !
THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
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Amber rays seeping through the grey woods
Blending with the glimmering mist
Crystal white floating wool packs conceal
Dazzling Diamonds time to time
Elegantly gowned in white silk
Fairies dancing beneath
Glittering golden moon
High above the trees
THE MOON by any other name it's still the same Full moon
SEE the Moon! Where is the moon?
Over there rising big bright round and full
High in the night sky is the moon
Wolf moon/Full hunger moon/Sugar moon/Walking moon
January February March April
Milk moon/Strawberry moon/Thunder moon/Lighting moon
May June July August
Harvest moon/Hunter's moon /Blood moon / Long night's moon
September October November December
Dark moon/Bright moon/ Silver moon/Pink moon/ Blue moon
Rose moon/ Peony moon/Lotus moon/Chrysanthemum moon
Spring Summer Fall and Winter
Winter moon/Trappers moon/Planters moon/Honeymoon
Dog Day's / Fish's /Beaver's /Dragon's/ Worm's /Crane/Hare's
Moon of horses /Planting moon
Hungry Ghost moon/Old moon/New moon
Moon of the winds/Moon of Ice /Snow moon
Bitter moon/Kindly moon/Dispute Moon/Singing Moon
"Sleepy moon"...Sleep in the full moon light.. moonlight madness
Moonlight/Moon Beam.......See the moon..... Moon of calming
Turn your head here and see the man in the moon
I SEE THE MOON Ahh! I DELIGHT IN THE SIGHT OF THE MOON
Super Moon Saturday 11:45 pm May 6, 2012 Jbs
you have to go.
wherever you go,
every night the moon will comes behind you
and i will follow that.
I will get the road of the moon.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
That night !
it was impenetrably dark
And the moon had been rising
until the dogs barked.
When ever the moon moved and rose
All the cocks started to crow
And the whole night turned black
What a funny night
that made us cry
the owls and the bats!
The Sun, The Moon And The Stars, My Highway To Heaven
As I sit on the moon, watching the stars fly by at the speed
of light leaving a trail of black light
I am thoroughly amazed at the powers that have been given
me by a loving and caring GOD.
I watch the brilliance of the sun from my perch, the waves
of vibrating light mesmerize my soul and I become
aware how all this is so right.
As I concentrate all of my power on what I am feeling and
what I am seeing I lay back on the moon and thank
my Creator, my God
For allowing me into His space and time.
It's time I put you in your rightful grave.
Time to put the dirt over your night lit face.
It's time to face the sun light, leaving the beautiful safe memories.
It's time I find my sun and leave my dark cool moon.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
In this ocean of stars,
Stands there a single moon,
Lonely still smiling In this dark misty noon.
He looks so happy,
But his heart is sad,
As being alone can feel very bad.
He's the sun
And I'm the moon
He is day
And I am night
I am dark
And he is light
Do we belong
Or are we all wrong
What to do
What to do
Am I truly for you
Just some thoughts in my head
While I lie here in bed
When the sun shine arises
the cries are kidnapped
By a lie called a smile
Nobody knows where she hides
deep down in her soul
She only cries at night
When the moon and stars
When the sun disappears
Cry cry cry
Nobody knows why
She hides the pain
Prays for rain
Night from day
if she had it
cry cry cry
She hates hiding
Cry cry cry
In the dark
so nobody can
Why does she
Cry cry cry
Its day again
bye bye bye
Smile and pretend
Just til the sun is kidnapped
by the moon and stars again
There light in my heart.I gone let it shine bright as the moon and
stars at night.It shines all night and day long.It shines brighter
than the moon and stars at night.There always light in my
heart that shines.
I see your beauty, your sweet innocents so deeply
My heart loves you so intensly
I am passionately connected to your soul
We are doves flying pure and white
I hold you in my wings, nurturing you for all eternity
My love is infinite
You are beyond the waters of the sea
Golden like sweet honey
Your hazel diamonds blaze like fire
Among blessed anointed pears
Halos surround you from GOD,S sweet touch
Heavens song I am thankful to sing
The melody of the moon and stars
That just belongs to us
That is ours
I LOVE YOU FOREVER
I was lying leisurely on my back
on mid-morn Monday of May second
My gaze and glance heavenbound
The cloud forming into mountainous sheet, i observed
And disintegrating, like surf they dissolved
Disintegrated but in characters so hieroglyphics
Like Michelangelo's renaissance sculptural acrobatics
Through it i had a permitted view
Of the noon by its arc in lieu
Of its fullnes, without its alluring presence
Stripped of its illumining essence
Appeared grey, blue and off-white
Stood plainly and passively tight
Like a lone spectator in an arena
So, the moon at noon seen but no sooner
Gone, like a spy that was almost unmasked
In consipracy by the uniting cloud concealed
This poem intends to capture a moment of passing day in time in rhyme for
posterity, May 22nd 2005.
The sun, going about her daily chores,
glimpses a new star in the sky,
one smaller than herself,
yet strangely familiar.
Used to catching her image first in puddles,
then growing larger in lakes,
she at first only sees a stranger,
then catches herself
spread in the moon's reflection
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty
of this strange new view of herself,
she can't ignore it,
sneaking looks time after time;
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky,
the sun catches tantalizing glimpses
of herself from multiple angles.
By then, the sun imagines herself to have
the moon's full attention,
claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother,
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly,
methodically, almost hypnotically,
"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions
bringing the sun back time and again,
puppet on a string
seeking a definitive answer.
By day, the moon untangles
its strings of moonlight,
puts out its nets.
Their dialog moves sideways;
the sun's questions, always direct,
glance off the moon;
the moon's answers slip around behind it
as the sun tries to get a better look
at what the moon might be saying.
Who was created in whose image?
Which came first,
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk,
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies
The path was becoming pathless
after seeking the deluge.
Gunslingers were climbing on trees
to shoot the white doves.
There were ice needles in my eyes
to check the inheritance of height.
Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed.
You taste me like a lamb.
I am unfolding,
layer by layer;
year by year. From end to beginning.
The benign tumors are going to attack
my bliss in midnight of words,
across the solace of killer gaze,
on a stretch of ancient footprints.
Wen they saw u
My heart blew notes like a flute
You took me to da moon
As ur lips moved
My soul created your room
And As my noon changed to nite
You became my moon