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Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.

Copyright © tara jennings

Details | Free verse | |

A String of Pearls

The amber moon, through window glass
like time itself, looks much the same
Some things have changed, some things remain
Moonlight recalls... wind calls her name

Her silken hair, her porcelain neck
the strand of pearls, a diamond clasp
I find them now, within my grasp
and bask within the timeless love
For, "every pearl's a star above"

With envy now, moonlight comes in
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, with moons, within

I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
and mother dancing long ago
She wore them like another skin
back, long before my life began

 
A grain of sand, then pearl becomes
A part of her, ....    a part of me

So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away

Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again



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"every pearl's a star above"  (from the lyrics of the song)
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:... 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Mother Moon

Sailing the sky-seas, Ship of light; ship of madness; Mother moon beguiles.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 


      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..



wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

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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

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Sympathic Moon --- Tritina

*Tritina

As midnight comes, moon tiptoes in to wait, to soothe her gently with a tender smile. Expectation is haloed on the wall Moon angles soft light, around every wall, where mobiles dangle, and butterflies wait, to charm baby's eyes, and wrangle her smiles The clocks keep ticking, and the moon must wait. Someone is kicking inside belly's wall. She cringes in pain, ...but then bravely smiles. Dawn waits to smile, ...until she climbs that wall
_____________________________________________ For the Tritina "Baby" Contest: Sponsored by Craig Cornish 7/23/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Free verse | |

My Endless Longing -A Mother's Love

                                                                **~**

My heart is fierce in its longing for you
 With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky


Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so                                      

I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl  
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl

My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through

                                                             **~~**

 

Copyright © anne p. murray

Details | Romanticism | |

On the Mother Moon

On the Mother Moon

Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where anglights spear trogalights in a nightmares purple wedge,
Hematite between two gifted globe’s, motionless she slips, dombing underpasses amide horologic cliffs.
Crippled vanes compressed afar across and gaping cheels of light, scream tearing peaks encounter triapoks silent ghostly nights..
Uneven acropolis’s acrylic tombs conceive, monumental infinity in calculating reprieve.
Formulated gas clouds envelope acrid crystal mists,
Amidst aggregated life forms recriminated, encrotelamented correlated twists...
Electro formations spiral tide, escaping eraptulites risk,
Riding seahoppers that do collide, encapsulating risk.
Ruthless. And Immortal diseased micro iridescences float away, on mirrored purple sky lops corroded into apparel, Where mammoth tuskers flounder and sing alongside the screaming whale...life breathes toxic gasses in a criptalonic lung bored in senapods underbelly slung.. On this moon now encapsulating life,
Grotesque forms of female genital the size of giant hands, like tortured rubber bands, Lay naked here on tectonic plates on volcanic ancient sands. 

Copyright © Paul Smith

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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 

Copyright © anne p. murray

Details | Limerick | |

His Trip To The Moon limerick

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. 

Copyright © Mary Nagy

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Lost in a Fairy Tale

The Mother Moon laughed and sang a song,
But it seemed to die
Upon the leaves.
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
Guide me on my way,
With your magical song.
Without you I don’t know 
Where I am
Or what this place can be.
But I will let there branches reach for me.
In this dream,
The leaves stroking my face.
The wind whispers softly my name,
With Mother Moon guiding my way
I know who I am,
Where I am,
And where I can be.
Laughing and singing all the way
I will get there 
Some day.
But today
Mother Moon
And Sister Stars
Watch me as I dance my way
Through these green fields.
	

Copyright © Kara McLain

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Mom and the Moon

You are the changing moon,
Always shifting, never constant,
Your phases are unpredictable,
Mom, you are the moon, who stands alone in the distance,
Always watching over her stars in the shadows,
Shining your light over our world,
Through our darkest hours of the night.

Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez

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A Woman Called Rain

By: Gwen Dixon For Rain, the Story She drips ever so slowly, working her way down Eying the world ever-so carefully from her tiny, gray cloud. She wraps the world with cleanliness, washing away the sun. Yet she can tear down like bullets, sent from a liquid gun. She builds up like mountains, but remains silent That is until she pours down, and then becomes violent. She tears up oceans and rivers and streams Haunting there after, like a child’s bad dreams. But who is this woman? A woman called rain? Does anyone really know from whom she came? Where does she stay when she doesn’t pour down? Does anyone know what’s beyond her gray cloud? I know who she is and just where she came. Yes, child, would you like to hear the story of the rain? Would you like to know about her creation? Do you want to know what formed her very foundation? They say her mother was the moon itself. But when she was born, she was smaller than an elf. However, soon she grew so strong and big, That she could snap a bone like it was a twig. Her mother than built a house on a cloud For Rain to live in when she didn’t pour down. It was big and gray, made of stone. But Rain was sad living all alone. So the moon created a horse made of the sun. But Rain was still lonely with just one. So her mother made her one more. Just to sooth her daughter’s uproar. She named the two Glisten and Sky, for they were so bright. But even though they were from the sun, they weren’t yellow; they were white. She would ride them at night across the black sky. Screaming with joy as they projected their light. ~~~~~So, whenever you see light across the sky~~~~~ ~~~~Think of Rain, for she’s riding up high.~~~~

Copyright © Gwen Dixon

Details | Tanka | |

Mother moon

I see her in the sky
At the zenith in the black space
guiding us to our path 
While she stayes stuck 
unsure of her own

Copyright © Jamecia Buggs

Details | Rhyme | |

ALWAYS AWAKE

When the sun rushed
To touch the finish line
Birds scurried
Faithfully following a line

Dusk descended on dawn
Dewdrops fell on the lawn
It’s time, ‘let’s retire to bed
A mother to her daughter said.

Alarmed by the darkness around
When lights were turned off she found
The moon parading in the sky
Through the window with invisible wings fly

“Is that God’s light up there?”
She questioned her mother looking fair
“Sure, moon is God-given light
Replied her mother looking very bright

Another question came in a leap
“Will He too put it off and go to sleep?”
“Oh no, He is always awake dear.”
Then, leaving her mother whom she held so near

“As long as God is awake
I need not be awake
No need to shed any tear
Nor about darkness anymore fear.”

Upon realizing God’s care
The reassured child left her cares
And fell into a peaceful sleep
No sooner, when into her cot she did leap.

God is aware

Both, about our fears in the dark
As well as frustrations that do lark
Perhaps you’re experiencing lonely hours
With illness making your life taste sour
Doubts arise on difficult choice
Fears flood your soul naïve to voice
Keeping you from being whole

Rest assured, God is always awake.

Copyright © esther robinson

Details | Couplet | |

QUEEN OF THE MOON

   When I was growing up, TV was all the rage
   You'd read the weekly guide from page to page.
   
   One of the shows that was never to be missed
   "The Honeymooners", where Alice always ended up being kissed.

   "Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice", Ralph would say
   Then realizing what a jerk he was, he would always have to pay.

   I remembered that line because I had a sibling - female
   One girl amongst five boys made her all too often wail.

   Being closest to me in terms of age
   She always wanted to tag along, which put me in a rage.

   My mother used to say to me more times than less
   "You have to treat your sister like a little Princess".

   Remembering all the times she made me mad
   I got an inspiration that I thought wasn't bad.

   One day my sister, whom I love so dear
   Went crying to my mother...with "Crocodile tears".

   So I was prepared for that eventful tryst
   Like Ralph...shaking my hand and raising my fist.

   And when my mom would her favorite line festoon,
   I answered back...

   "One day Mom, that little Princess is gonna be the Queen of the Moon!"

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak

Details | I do not know? | |

My lil man

The moon peeks thru my window
Looking to bathe me in its midnight light
We are one yet we are two
I feel you stretch inside my stretched out belly
Watch as your hand presses against your tiny home
I start to hum my mothers song and I can feel you shift
Perhaps to listen better I smile as the thought crosses my mind
You relax as I lay we lay watching the moon watch us
It used to be me against the world
Now its us against the world
But never fear
For i am near
And while im here
No harm will come to you my dear
My lil man my heart
Though you're still so small
And the world so big 
I'd face a thousand foes 
Smooth out a thousand woes 
Before letting you go.
Rocking in my rocking chair
I sit and dream of years to come
Your first christmas
First grade
Your second third and fourth girlfriends
The fifth scraped knee
Your sixth doctor visit
The seventh grade when you made the team
And the eighth when you almost quit 
Nine dozen late night conversations
And of course the 10 million kisses 
I just cant stop giving you
A lifetime of treasured memories just waiting to happen 
As I sit there rocking in my rocking chair
The moon peeking thru my window 
And your tiny movements 
As my heart beats with your heartbeat
And our hearts beat as one
My lil man

Copyright © Jennifer Abrams

Details | Free verse | |

Mother Moon

The moon shines down basking us in her pure white light
Reflecting the sun’s image onto us all, with her own peaceful twist
If only we could say the same of ourselves
Do we reflect such light and peace onto those around us? 
Turning fire into tranquillity, dispersing the flames
Or do we burn even hotter: stars, suns in our own mini universe, consuming the weak, 
scalding those in our orbit
I oft wonder if the moon knows what she sees.  
Does she pull at the oceans to dampen our folly; turn the seas to change our perspective?
When the sun grows too strong and leads us astray, does she bring the eclipse to shield us 
from the intensity, bringing respite?
Does she place us on the darkened naughty step to contemplate our heated actions and her 
understated influence?
She knows what she sees.  
Our glorious, unfaltering satellite, basking us in her pure white light

Copyright © Kat Crane

Details | Free verse | |

Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Copyright © devin colomb

Details | Free verse | |

Why in the World

Why in the World?

I asked myself, 
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.

And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore,
When mother earth was free to ebb and flow, free to grow.
There were seasons and tides, rotations and revolutions.
Her face was painted in different shades as time progressed.
Upheavals and uplifting, subuctions and cooling took place.
Eons saw her crust and mantel strengthened, altered…recycled.
The ocean waters rinsed the shores rhythmically.
The moon reined its beauty upon the nights and sands drifted.
Pulsating waves washed the shore…cleansing and eroding.
Crushes of elements sank to her ocean floor.
The shore rejoiced in its newness…for a while.
But balance is a key to restoration, a function of recycling.
She quivers; the earth quakes; the ocean regurgitates upon the shore.
Tsunamis return upon the land that which had been washed away.
Regaining equilibrium within the earth’s core.
Forcefully, volatile, crushing, engulfing, and renewing.
Long ago, before man populated the earth, it served her well.
Earthquakes and tsunamis were a blessing to the planet.
A natural renewal process maintaining balances purposefully.
Fulfilling a function…like a hurricane or a tornado.
Perspectives changed when man spread around the earth.
Civilizations developed; populations increased.  
Man built upon Mother Nature’s shores to enjoy her beauty.
But the moon still reined her forces.
And the need for balance amid life cycles remained.
Freely we are given that which can be quickly removed.
Our souls cry out for understanding of that which must be.
Balance amid all things: atoms, cells, bodies, systems, planets,
And universes…

© March 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen




 




Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Details | I do not know? | |

Daughters of the Moon

Daughters of the moon
Ride the inner waves
Dizzying heights of possibilities
Crash against the stonewalled shoreline
Sand-banked against change.
It will take a tsunami to shift this stubborn treachery
Undo the lechery of lost souls entrapped
In the barbaric misery of war.
The gentle moon is not enough.
To move these ones.
Depths shaking and quaking in outrage
Tremble with the cries of broken hearts.
Enough blood spilt to replenish the pumped out oil wells.
New blood for old.
It’s all carbon based either way.
Tidal waters
Gentle rocking in eternity
Sing us into another way to be
Rhythmic forgetting,
hold the pain at bay
rock us still
In her motion.
War continues and the death march quickens the hearts of the Mothers,
And daughters of the moon.
Re-arranging of current events changes history
In the viewing of those who see
From the dark side of the moon.
The shadows give up the ghosts left haunting
The battlefields of despair
False glory and patriotic pride
Gift the sons and daughters
Promising future
Delivering death.
Mothers birth warriors
For the corporate machines
Of true anarchy.
Wash us in your waves.
Hold us in this place of forever
Long enough to catch our breath
As we learn to walk on water
And forgive them their sins.

Copyright © Krow Fischer

Details | Free verse | |

Kissing Moon

My longing desire beckons
Go kiss the fair faced moon!
Though its reflection lies 
beside me
giving forth a priceless smile
than why oblige to go
kiss the fair faced moon?

Copyright © Hina Patel

Details | Rhyme | |

Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.

My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

Copyright © randy johnson

Details | Personification | |

Mother Moon

I am three, and my mother is driving the car 
at night. I sit in the silent back seat falling 
in and out of sleep but every time I surface 
I see a silver eye staring at me.
It is the moon.
Thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, and still 
she is there, a spot on my window, so close
I could hold her in my cupped hands
and not spill.

“Mother,” I say, “why does the moon follow me?”
“Because she loves you.”

I am five, and my mother is lying beside me 
in my small bed in the awful dark.  
“Sleep well, my baby,” she sings in Korean, 
“don’t cry, you rooster
or my baby might wake.”
But I am only half listening to the surface
of my mother’s silver voice. 

After she leaves, the moon outside 
goes on humming the rest of her song.

Copyright © Hyuna Kim

Details | Rhyme | |

Call of an infant child

In the silence of the night
The full moon can be seen shining bright
The moon shatters with a piercing scream
A babies wail or so it does seem
A clutching hand reaches out to the sky
The infant in a crib of rubble does lie
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come
	
His young face bitter with tears
This infant child has his fears
Days pass and he is all alone
His throat is sore, his crying changes tone
All he can do is silently moan
For a family he had never known
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come

His rosy cheeks were now pale
His little heart did fail
His warm hands were now cold
He needed someone to love him, to kiss and hold
His hazel eyes closed and rested
Like a bird in the rubble he nested
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come

Copyright © Marziya Batool

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A Walk by the Sea

I held her hand on a vacant shore
and answered all she asked.
I swept her golden hair aside
to see blue eyes unmasked.
The moon tiptoed so gingerly 
upon caressing sea,
but none the less more beautiful 
my child, when next to me.

She softly sung a lullaby
recalling forgotten times,
When as a babe I’d cuddle her
read stories filled with rhymes.
Now her world is growing up,
fables left in the dark.
And all the world’s humanities
are leaving their firm mark.

And if the waves would try to wash
her dreams away from me,
I’d risk my life, my very soul 
to snatch them from the sea.
For when I first laid eyes upon
my newborn in my arms,
I swore to her upon small ear
I’d save her from all harm.

Within this peaceful moment now
as we walk in moon lit sand,
I accept there will come a day
when she won’t take my hand.
And I must, with all my strength,
allow to let her grow.
And like sands through hourglass
I’ll slowly let her go.

Copyright © Marco Borda

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Take Me For a Ride

Mommy, build me an aeroplane
and take me for a ride.
I want to bounce inside the clouds
and touch the sky's insides!

Mommy can't build you an aeroplane
or take you for a ride;
clouds are made of naught but rain,
and the sky has no insides.

Mommy build me a rocket ship
and let's go to the moon,
I want to eat a piece of cheese;
Mommy, let's go soon!

Mommy can't build you a rocket ship
and the moon's not made of cheese;
But Mommy can give you all her love
And provide for all your needs.

Mommy make me a submarine
and I'll play beneath the seas,
I want to sail to the deepest deep;
Let's go, Mommy, please!

Mommy can't make you a submarine
And there is no room for playing;
But we can take this rowboat here,
and Mommy will do the sailing.

Mommy can't build a rocket ship
no aeroplane , no sub;
But she will always be right here
To give you all her love.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman

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Mother Moon Watches

White mist sleeps on field
Clouds taking their nightly rest
Mother Moon watches.


(January 12, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Copyright © christine a kysely

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A SWEET LULLABYE

Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring parents?


Not at all...orphans with many needs do!
They have dreamed of that mellow sound
as long as they can remember, and 'though they were fearful infants,
those memories were recalled vividly by their mind;
and they are very sad and unforgettable, too...
ask them about their disappointment, you'll surely witness their tears! 


Orphanages aren't great places for children to dwell in,
and frustration and anger echo within those walls of silent pain,
where the outside world cannot hear them and alleviate them...
but curious faces peek through window screens and dream!


Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, so that they can sleep
under a vigilant moon and begin weaving their dream;
let's give them a memorable night as the nightingales revere their smiles
as they mimic that melody to make their young hearts rhapsodize!  
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, not just for one night, but for many...
and would they want to turn back time and be solicitous and solitary?  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci