Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
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In this world of Uncertainties
I’m the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
And if you could only feel, what i feel for you
You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth
Like our love that tightens the rope,
Like a light that would give us hope.
As you watch the dark skies
Let me grab the moon for you,
And as I catch the bright stars
That’s the way you can see me through
As this planet turns as it always will
And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel
Hold my hand for it will make us strong
Like a wind, we will carry on
The wind blow that sings a hymn for you
For they know what does love means for the two
Love is blind, and not deaf
So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet?
In this poem with full of rhymes,
A full of love, Babe can you be mine?
I don’t expect too much from you
Why should I? If you complete my whole.
“Till death do us part” that’s what they have said
But why do struggles crash them ahead?
Don’t ask me when my love will last,
To count all of our quarrels, is that a must?
Now and Forever is all that I promise
No day dreaming and without reminiscence
As the matter of time, as the time passes by
Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :)
pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless
She laid on the sand in Cancun
On the nudist beach at high noon
In the evening she strips
To observe the eclipse
And outshine the other red moon
I joined a nudist colony,
Was that a big mistake!
Everyone's naked, in the buff,
Sippin' soda by a lake
A big ol' gal named Marsha,
Stepped on a banana peel;
Our feet got tangled together,
As we tumbled down a hill!
My life had flashed before me,
Flesh was crowdin' my space;
By the time we hit rock bottom,
Her moon was in my face!
I fought like hell for freedom,
Her butt was crushin' my skull;
I was feelin' rather groggy,
My vision was goin' dull!
Mounds of sweat overwhelmed me,
Six others came to assist,
Beneath that skin I was tastin',
The biggest butt I ever kissed!
With a heave and a ho, I was free,
My body was a mangled mess;
I spent a week on the sofa,
An ugly sight, I must confess!
You might say I'm stupid,
It'll roll right off my back;
I never used marijuana,
But I've had my share of crack!
How do we meet under a lover’s moon?
What does this moon look like?
Will it give me a lover?
Or will it send me on my bike?
Why be under a lover’s moon
Does it imbibe powers of prowess?
Of does it hide their shyness
If in a state of near undress.
A harvest moon a blue moon
A waning and a waxing one
A new moon an old moon
And yet only one precious sun.
People cast their seed
On the first full moon in spring
They say it gives the best crops
And that’s saying something.
There are dances in the moonlight
For those with nefarious thoughts
Bet they‘d get a fright
When lycanthropics, rampage and cavort
On the night the moon is full what a shock for all the lovers
A werewolf jumps on them, just as their delights each uncovers
So blue moon new moon, harvest moon of just full
Which is the lover’s moon so my dreams I can fulfil?
© ~GG~ 21/12/2012
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
If God would take the moon
And make it into a great pie,
The sweet aroma of spice
And green apple would fill the sky.
He’d begin with the careful peeling,
Making the globe shining apple-white.
Then He’d find fixins’ to get it just right.
He would count the servings needed
For the whole world to be satisfied,
And choose just the right flavoring
To set all differences of taste aside,
But with all due respect to the bakers’ pride.
To provide for all the world’s problems,
God gives his secret spiritual answers.
So to the seasoning of the apples,
He adds His nine flavor enhancers.
With perfection, God takes no chances.
There is a pinch of peace, joy, and love,
For that aroma that rises above.
Then there is the patience, gentleness and grace,
So that humankind need not eat in haste.
He wants all to sense the goodness in the taste.
Next faith, modesty and moderation He adds,
And then more love he sprinkles in scads.
Here below our appetites we whet,
Our stomach’s pits to be satisfied.
Thankful for every morsel we get,
Until convinced our Lord is glorified.
Soon one could hardly see a crumb.
But we have no need at all to fear,
For at the end of daylight’s trusty gleam,
The moon again is a shining sphere.
I do not know?
As I sat in my living room
On my cozy big fluffy oarnge
sofa chair, sipping on a cup of
steaming chamomile tea, with
lemon, perched on a yellow porcelain
saucer, and while daydreaming out the
large bay window with chantilly lace
beige curtains... I viewed the funny face
full moon amongst a black curtain of night
time sky. Twinkles of light sparked my
thoughts to invite the light of the moon
inside my soul in order to transform my
spirite into nothing but kindness and compassion.
The moon accepted my invitation in exchange for
blessings and prayers.
There once was a gal name of June.
Who wanted to kiss and to spoon.
She made a big splatter
falling off a tall ladder.
When she married the man in the moon.
Her wedding of course was in June.
She wanted to marry him soon..
She started to chatter
but that didn't matter.
Their life was so much a cartoon.
The man in the moon liked to croon.
He liked to sing songs about June.
But nothing was sadder
when he made her madder.
Singing not of "June" but of June.
To get on her good side Old Lune.
Flew June to the moon via balloon.
But she was much fatter
and emptied her bladder.
Now he looked like a baboon.
To end this wild tale about June.
Know the man in the moon made her swoon
He heard her feet patter
when she mixed cake batter.
Turning into butterfly from cocoon.
No mind to wait
From the pained wind
For the last siren.
I got that feeling
Everywhere I go she will
Be watching me from above.
two small chimps sitting on a limb
can’t tell which is the her or him
pretending to fight
they do it all night
starting soon as the lights go dim
For John's Limerick contest
Oct 5 2011
Under The Ducky Moon
The Winter had been Harsh, Harsher than Most. Now cabin fever had taken its toll.
I was beginning to act a little bit weird, but so were others I know.
Then suddenly the sun revealed itself, its warmth was beginning to show.
Ice began to melt from the chair in my back yard, and yes it tempted me so…
And then I snapped, its true, I know, with the melting of ice and snow.
With every single drip… drip… drip… my mind began to go…
I’d been stubborn and frozen to the core on many a winter’s day.
As I had stayed by the window, while I’d typed my poems away.
I had counted every icy day… toward those beautiful blessed Spring Rays…
Then one day the temperature went from 8 to 78, and that took my breath away…
I threw off the blankets that kept me warm and I danced…a lot I say!
No matter how crazy it looked… I’d enjoy the January thaw, making hay!
It’d soon be winter again, so I ran outside and chiseled the ice from that chair.
Then in defiance I sat there as my dog slid over sheets of ice with flare.
To our neighbors we must have looked crazy, like we didn’t have a clue.
But they quickly turned back, to chiseling ice from their driveways anew.
But my dog and I continued to stay disposed quite nice.
After all there was only 4 inches of deep blue ice.
Yep, I sat there and watched as water began streaming down the street so
I continued to sit there until I saw that the full moon had finally come out.
Then I began to wonder if perhaps we should beware of the nutty people running
As if!!! I answered. The Full moon’s got nothing on cabin fever. No doubt!
I continued to watch until some ducks peacefully flew across the full moon that
At that point, I knew my choice had been absolutely truly right…
For the cold would come back, and I’d always remember my choice…
This day would Forever be the day, when the Ducky Moon brought this story to
At the bus stop appeared a large crowd
They were cheering and clapping out loud
Admiring a blond in her room
Whilst she mooned in full bloom
Then she turned round all excited and proud
Was that a man in the moon
Riding over the dune
Or is it a woman
Perhaps built like a man
Singing a lonely tune
heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind
Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker
give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today
let me play
i get it
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market
consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves in the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birds asleep in the forks of trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house.
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way,
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
punk kids sagging pants
no belt needed tonight guys
gonna be a full moon bright
fools showing off jewels
khakis fall past crack of Don
wave of cops demand "PANTS UP"
*this poem was
written for Russell
Happens During A
and is a special ode
to all the
youngsters who feel
the need to express
wearing pants 3
times too large that
sag around the crest
of their buttocks in
A full moon, she paraded
amongst subdued stars
A bright sun swooned then faded
How the sun's love grew brighter
His moon boldly smiled
Hanging full, she grew wider
her shape had beguiled
I was heading to the bunkhouse, after a wild night on the town
dancing & romancing & one too many round
Back in my wild & woolly days, one more rowdy Saturday night
full of cheap beer & whiskey & the necessary fight
I set Ol' Gus on auto pilot, he knew the way back to the spread
And I set to fighting with those rotgut demons dancing in my head
We were getting pretty close to home, so I eased up on the bit
when all of a sudden that dang horse he up & quit
His ears were all pricked forward, listening quite intense
I caught a drift of what might pass for music, somewhere beyond the fence
It took a lot of persuading, cussing & cajoling
but I got ol' Gus headed for all the caterwauling
the sound got more peculiar as we crested the hill
the memory of what I saw that moonlit night stays with me still
for I had stumbled on a peculiar party, hosted by a peg leg dog
and there was a one eyed pole cat doing comedic monologue
A Blueberry Roan soon took the stage, singing Motley Crue
I swear I saw a big ol' ornery hog with a "born to squeal" tattoo
There were bulls & Heifers dancing, I couldn't believe my eyes
why those bovine wore spikes and body piercings, in places utterly unwise
There where horses with mohawk hairdos head banging to the song
I swear to you, Ol' Gus, he began to sway & sing along
Now I know what you're thinking & I most heartily agree
it was the moon & wind playing tricks, along with rotgut whiskey
You city folks can keep your pink elephants parading in tutus
for this cowboy was shown the light by a Roan in blue suede shoes
I gave up hell raising & carousing, said so long to the honky-tonk life
Happy now to stick to ranching & dancing under the moon with my wife
But every now & again, when the wind blows & the moon is shining bright
I swear I can hear the livestock laughing & head banging through the night
There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.
We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.
Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.
The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless.
The mid seventies was a great time for a guy to be in high school,
The girls wore dresses so short that they would make me start to drool,
My girl wore skirts that were so micro mini that my concentration suffered,
When I saw her walking down the hall all other thoughts were buffered.
One day as we left the parking lot she was talking about her history class,
She wanted to show me something and just couldn’t let the moment pass.
My car was big and my girl was short and to reach the rear was quite a feat,
She had to lean over to retrieve her notes from behind the driver’s seat.
And when she did the position that she took I can report without exaggeration,
Was a highlight of my young life and left little to my imagination.
Today there is a lot of talk about cell phones being dangerous distractions,
But nothing like that would ever compare to my girl’s lunarous attractions.
As I watched the parked car that I’d hit, roll across three lawns and into a tree,
I noticed my girl sitting on the floor with her legs in the air, looking up at me.
A policeman came to investigate but there was nothing to refute,
So he cited me for having a girlfriend that was calamitously too cute.
I waited with that cop while my wrinkled car was being towed,
The only thing that he said to me was, “Next time, eyes on the road.”
I am who I am and there is very little ground left for me to defend,
Because I knew that if I did it once, I’d most likely do it again.
I’ve been a pain in your side “Why let me see…”
“You’re made from God but you say I’m made from thee?”
You talk to the animals and to the sky?
As the moon lights the night you talk to my…thigh?
You want to run bare arse all through the woods
We’ll if you keep doing that you won’t have ANY “goods?”
So, you don’t like the fig leaf. It’s a bad choice?
“Well, use your words! Speak up! You got a voice.”
“You work? So you say. Just what do you do?”
All we eat are the fruits and some vegetable stew.
I cry at the sunrise. I’m not used to these eyes.
And I still can remember being inside God’s sigh.
I cry cause the wind blows dust at moon rise
I’m frightened and wonder what’s the next …SURPRISE!
Neighbors? What neighbors? Toss the leave use a peel
what care I for the wonder of what you’ll reveal.
Eden was wonderful, and ignorance bliss
yet so is the delight of a your so human kiss.
I love you, I’ll stay no mater the plight
and raise up our children and handle the fright.
*dedicated to Larry Belt's Adam / A Pain in my Side
I showed up to church in the buff
hands over my ZONE to hide my stuff
offering plate came around
I dropped it to the ground......
Miss Carlton cried out I've seen enough !!
On a clear night long about October’s end
When the wind is wailing a dies irae
And your brain befitting the season is newly webbed
With la ronde des lutins (the round of the goblins)
Laughing in eerie chorus
Then look ye up!
The great golden eye will appear slightly misted and
Flitting much like strange derby-wearing cigar chewing
Are these small pot-bellied men with wings
Called by weird mystics “Moon Morgans”
You will hear them sing a burlesque tune
They hover just above mother earth
Though they appear quite close to the lunar apparition
So far away - mind’s eye and ear you know
“Too ra loo ra, pumpkin pie
Too ra loo ra, up in the sky
Too ra loo ra, my oh my
Too ra loo ra, oh how we fly!”
“This is nonsense!” you will say
But of course!
Moon Morgans are ineffably stupid
drink a glass of milk
creamy moon on upper lip
see in looking glass
She blocks out the sun it's as plain as that
A total eclipse with infinite fat
The darkness comes at noon
That's when we see her moon
Her mom has made me as blind as a bat
silly drunken moon
revealing lovers secrets..
guess it's a fool moon
By: Lyric Man
For: SKAT's "Drunken Moon" Contest
Woke up in the night,
Unable to to sleep.
Thought to myself,
To the bathroom I'll creep.
Don't want to wake,
My wife like before,
As I quietly tip toe,
Across the floor.
Can't sleep at night,
Of late it seems.
I toss and I turn,
And I have crazy dreams.
I look in the mirror,
Above the sink.
Oh No! Oh My God!
I think I need a drink!
Am I going crazy?
This couldn't be worse!
I must have contracted,
A family curse!
I look like the Wolf Man!
Oh No! This can't be!
Oh say it ain't so!
This can't be me!
Then I wake up.
I'm safe in my bed.
No more hair than normal,
Adorns chest, face and head.
I look at my wife,
So gentle and sweet,
As she lays here beside me,
And quietly sleeps.
Then I look closer.
Is that long hair for sure,
On her arms and her hands!?
Oh there MUST be a cure!!
Just beyond the crescent moon
There lies a man who makes my chair so slick
I slide down on it as I type.
He has it in for me, this man.
He knows I'd prefer to be closer to the keyboard.
He knows that even my own screen bothers me.
He even knows I know about him.
But that's okay,
Because tonight I'm taking the carpet
To the top of the chimney.
Tonight I'm going to hitch a ride
On an angry star,
Screaming through the sky.
I'll ride it upon arrival then--
Release! Hovering over
Celestial golden glowing, upon
My grandparent's laughter.
The quiet sea.
Swimming to the highest attic, now,
To tell that old man,
"Stop messing with me."
NASA’s Secret Moon Discovery
By Elton Camp
Neil Armstrong would have to step aside
If this amazing discovery NASA didn’t hide
How the Eagle landed and what they found
Lying lifeless on the cold, arid lunar ground
A human had reached the moon way before
So Armstrong can’t be called “first” anymore
“Pow, zoom and you’re going to the moon”
These words, Ralph to his wife did croon
Few know that he finally carried out his threat
And Alice Kramden’s body lies there yet
Is it best to keep silent about this spousal abuse
Because, for such violence, there’s no excuse