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- On The Moon -

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




04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

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A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon

A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .

Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s
Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance
It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn 
Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire.

As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the 
Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and 
The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear 
And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows
Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking 
Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist 
Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust 
Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing 
Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit
Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of 
Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain 
Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth
Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and
Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope
In the very end . . . . 

From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil
The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal
Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for
Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and
His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he
Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of 
His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear 
In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . .

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an 
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of 
The Undead . . . . 

As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s 
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking 
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives  
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of 
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm 
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of 
The Almighty Lord God . . . . 

As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls 
Of our innocent people . . . .   

I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their 
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the 
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and 
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the 
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the 
Gates of Salvation . . . .

With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine 
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the 
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— 
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that 
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic form)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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 | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sonnet | |

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.

Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.

R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 	140
Total # Lines: 	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 	 
Total # Words: 	102

Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.

New Notes- 
1.  SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY.
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes. 
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose | |

Crazy Love Under A Blue Moon

How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.

For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!

I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!

For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."

I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup. 

I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Halloween Moon

The Celtics called it "Samhain",
The day the Dead are seen.
The phases change their faces,
Like the moon on Halloween.

10/9/15

Copyright © Jessica Highstreet | Year Posted 2015

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 | Year Posted 2013

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Gibbous Moon in Rhyme and Free Verse

Two-word Lines       Free
with Rhyme            Verse

gibbous moon         The near-full moon—
ashen veil               its ashen light—
phantasm strewn     ghostly, swathing all
redolent pale           with pale glow.

shamed hues           In moonlight, colors surrender—
morbid face             faces are morbid, semblance
heedless muse         of those about to pass,
death’s embrace       abandoned by life's essence.

gibbous moon           Gibbous moon wanes, as 
night reviled             night warily gauges its retreat.
morning soon            And with advancing dawn,
newborn child.          new life replaces the departed.

Sorry, the program doesn't allow for setting up columns, so alignment on the second version of the is incorrect.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Blood Moon

end time harbinger, blood on the lunar tides,
how you threaten mortal men and their earthly brides

the cool blue of death masks the lip of starless sky
reeking hellish revelations fearfully implied 

four horsemen gallop through the sea of blackest night
pestilence, famine, war, death bring the Blood Moon's bite

full blown the iris of the eye, no white is left 
life will end in bloody light leaving all bereft

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epitaph | |

Newton W Moon 1853 - 1904

Newton W. Moon

1853 – 1904


So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under the old cedar on Rideout Ranch
And I have reckoned the infinite mercies of the wind.
Have pondered the intrepid ascendance of the sun.
The simple pretense of the flower.
And I have considered the Earth’s colossal incessant turning.
Have wondered and contemplated long into the night
The whirling pulling maelstrom of the human dilemma:
To live is to ultimately die!
And so,
What is the truth, my friend?
Why are we here on this huge ball of dust and water and fire?
And where do we go after the body ceases to breathe?
My friend, 
Close your eyes!
Close them tightly and never open them again!
And then you will see the truth!

Copyright © stark hunter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

October

 autumn, change, death, halloween, moon, morning, red,

Three Haiku poems on October for contest

October skies bite
Northern winds lay frost tonight
Hoar covered meadows

Cold short daylight hours
The month of October brings
Reigns before snow fall.

Night skies tinted all red
October month turns over
Harvest moon is out


Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Last Night's moon

The dew hadn't had the chance to come,
and the nightingale had just sung its tune,
as the fire’s flame licked the timber,
and the wolf howled at the moon.

She hoped for the prospect of leaving,
for Her and Her infant to leave soon,
as the fires flame licked the timber,
and through the window, shone
the bright moon.

As night progressed rather slowly,
and her man fell into a swoon,
she chirped; "I'll light another fire dear,
it'll be the last I'll light for you."

Within the first dozen snores he had sung,
She was down by the edge of the flume,
as the fireside slowly grew larger,
and the black creek, reflected the moon.

She didn't propose an objective location,
and She hadn't the total time too,
so she endlessly strayed into vast timberland 
illuminated by only, the moon.

Beads of sweat rushed down his cheek,
as he slumbered and dreamt it was June,
as the fire crept up the frame of the bed,
and in the cluster of stars, lay the moon.

By the time it was morning She and Her child 
we're wrapped in a swathe cocoon,
as the fire had went into eternal rest,
and newly set down the horizon lay
the ghost of last night’s moon.

Inky ash took to the sky
and in the air His remains strewn, 
as the fire had went into eternal rest, 
and newly set down the horizon lay
the ghost of last night’s moon.

Copyright © Kurtis Collins | Year Posted 2016

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Celtic Moon

     CELTIC MOON
Tonight the dead, rise up into the dark of night,
and make their way led by the Druids' burning light;
there's buried many soul who's chained and bound
deep in the mother earth, their mournful sound
is wailing through the dark of this, their dreaded night.

The bonfires burn and brightly through the land of Gaul
the dead of plants, and dying life, they burned them all
as sacrifice to help ones through the cold
of coming months of misery untold
but prophesied to be, throughout the land of Gaul.

And there beneath the Celtic moon to lead them on
all madness of full moon prevailed near on to dawn
As Caeser marched and brought the earthly fear
of death to all that looked, their death was near,
a blessing that would keep the others living on.

And so the lord of death would pass them by that night
they stretched some maidens arms, and bound them tight,
who might have shown a bit too much desire
and set their souls adrift that night of fire,
and some say they can hear them screaming out a'night.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.

Copyright © Drew Rutherford | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
_______________________________________________________________________

"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Howl at the Moon

When she was 8,
You howled at the moon,
and caught the attention of the men in blue.
You steered across the line,
You argued, You spat
until the night sky faded into dawn,
and they deemed you worthy
of wandering home. 
But in those hours of darkness,
she sat with an empty space on the blanket
looking up at the stars as fireworks
burst around her and 
asked why you weren't there.

When she was 17,
You howled at the moon. 
It was late and you had learned,
So you hung your head out the window
while the rain stung against your skin.
You taunted a cop,
You laughed, you puked,
As she fearfully drove you home.
In tears, she declared that she 
could not leave you there alone.
You were her dad. 
She stayed. She watched.
She wanted to be there...for you.

When she was 19,
You bought her some beer.
It was late. There were friends. 
You felt like a kid again, partying with the crowd,
And you were a hit, the provider, the crazy one.
They rallied around as you slurred your words.
You laughed. They laughed. She laughed.
This was the way to have fun.
You explained that this was not 
her first rodeo.
She was going to do what she was going to do
and you were going to be along at her side
As she howled at the moon.

When she was 23,
she howled at the moon.
Her skirt was short. Her top was low.
She danced. She drank.
And so did you. 
You were guiding her, you said.
It was just good ol' fun.
Except it wasn't fun
when they pulled her out 
of the mangled steel
and covered her face and shook their heads,
And now you howl at the moon,
deeply, sorrowfully, howl at the moon.

 

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Harvest Moon

When moon is full and stars shine bright
I love to wander through the night.
The cool crisp air and ghostly light
clears my mind and makes things right.

When strolling thus, beneath the moon
I came upon a dark lagoon
with sounds of nightlife all in tune,
the scene was like an old cartoon.

In black and white with background sound,
I knew a haven I had found
where time had stopped and all were bound
by mystic forces to the ground.

Although this scene seemed sheer delight
I felt that something was not right,
though I could see no life in sight,
far too much noise for dead of night,.

I turn to leave as shadows loom,
my instinct said all here were soon
to dance the role of death’s own tune,
by capture souls, beneath full moon.
 
I listened now to every sound
that echoed deep from all around,
at last I knew what I had found,
a banshee’s lonely hunting ground.

But he would never take my soul,
to let him live, to make him whole.
For then I’d have to take his role,
I could not let him claim his goal.

So from my mouth I threw a curse,
the type that didn’t get much worse
and banished him with one quick verse
before our roles turned in reverse.

I really think I did quite well
for all came peaceful in that dwell,
my curse had sent him back to hell,
thank god that I had used that spell.

So now I wander free again
down moonlight tracks and darkest lane
to meet lost souls, then call their name,
for ‘reapers’ always win… their game!

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
Lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 

Sleep...

Blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

================
July 22, 2015

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification | |

Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before

Copyright © Jay LeBlanc | Year Posted 2012

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

On The Dark Side Of The Moon --Tonight

On the Dark Side Of The Moon tonight
~Time ~seems to stand quite still 
Paint it ~Any Color You Like~
Black perception  the feel 

~Money~ runs the hospital game
So why bother to live
Let me join ~The Great Gig In The Sky~
And the horror not relive

During a full lunar ~Eclipse~
It was just ~Us And Them~
~On The Run~ to the ~Dark Side Of The Moon~
~Brain Damage~ only the stem

~Money~ runs the hospital game
So why bother to live
Let me join ~The Great Gig In The Sky~
And the horror not relive

~Speak To Me/Breathe~ don't end it this way
The ~Eclipse~ will end soon
And there'll be light; bright, bright lights
~Any Color You Like~strewn

There'll be ~Any Color You Like~ just hang on

Written: September 15, 2015

Album used: On The Dark Side Of The Moon

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Moon

This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.


Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered
Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls.
Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet
And he will never babel any more on this land he keep.

Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about
And soak the floor with our tears.

What an unbelievable seizure of the soul!
Do this means our man had parted this world
And we would see him no more until the final world?

This moon mustn't go in
Before his body 's laid (down)to rest
As his faith demanded.

Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare?

Note;
***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death
***home- family
***our man, old man- Elder

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Moonlight Dream

I always said that i came alive at night
The same time the moon shined
I always felt powerful and strong
Doing everything possibly wrong
I remember seeing a girl walking the streets
Yellow ribbon dress running from me
I tried telling her not to worry 
But she started screaming
I snatched her up and shook her
stopped the screaming
stopped her breathing
Moonlight Dream

I awoke to the sound of sirens
Covered in blood that surrounded
My mother asked me why i did it
Confused by the second
I ran far away in an instant
Went a far distance
A village on the horizon
Near the Appalachian Mountains
I pleaded for help
No one seems to listen
They run

I run and run
Now out of breath
Figured out what was wrong
Can't take another step
I fall asleep on the ground
Listen to the wolves howl
I close my eyes and dream
Another dream
Another dream
Moonlight Dream

I always said that I came alive at night
The same time the moon shined
This time I saw a couple dining
I stood out the window and stared
My stomach ached of hunger
I waited for hours
A few hours went by 
They haven't came out 
feeling so hungry
Big appettite for your blood
That fake red love
Moonlight Dream

I crash through the window where you sit
You scream 
I tear your skin
Say goodbye 
I almost slurp 
I awoke to the sound of screams
Not sure what's going on
Had a bad dream
There's blood everywhere
I did this? 
I killed them?

This is my Moonlight Dream

Copyright © Angela Solis | Year Posted 2011

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The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Flying Witches

Our searching eyes, and how they spy,
Hunting children from the sky
Our hungry hearts, for blood doth cry!
To quench our throats long parched and dry
O'er many Moons have read our runes
Cursed our Foes to meet their doom
Killed the swine atop our brooms-
And sent the youth to early tombs

EVERYTHING HALLOWEEN CONTEST ENTRY
8-25-13

**Halloween contest entry also for Skat
(Is it considered bad form to enter the same poem for the same theme?)
-JustThatArchaicPoet

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013