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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 -
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 moon fills from the top
Each day gets lighter, growing
How it hold the light and it not run out
The bottom just pouring
Seeing the moon in day
Up in the clear sky blue
Makes mind search for way to express
Ones' questions about you
Momma always said that
I could ask more questions
Than Philadelphia lawyer
(My mother always said that I asked too many questions ...Very inquistive child was I....Still
wonder.....The word abstentions means ...no do.)
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.
Beneath the moon of midnight sky
A romantic night it should be
But I had some drinks ... two turned to three
And three turned into thirteen
So, of course, I had to relieve myself
I walked off into the bush
And when I came back ... what did I lack?
A hint ... they cover my tush
In noticing this, I had to go off
On a naked and drunken rant
My love didn't mind ... my figure was fine
Even without my pants
People can say whatever they may
Like hindsight is awful clear
But I disagree ... take it from me
Hindsight is clearly rear
You may ask why I took them off to begin with
I can't remember ... what else can I say?
My shirt was off before I'd left for the bush
Maybe I reckoned the pants, there should stay
But alas, I went off to hunt the ole pants
My bum looking back in kind
For when I told my dear, we'd watch the sky
Twasn't mooning I'd had in mind
For Lisa's 'I love you to the moon and back' contest
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
The man in the moon crooned such a tune
That the cow jumped over and mooned
But a methane gas
The bovine did pass
The man struck a match and kaboom!
*Entry for PD's poop or fart contest
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.
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