Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me
As dying embers gleam across the sea
In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,
Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
I feel the joy this season has to share
In golden harvest that the branches bear,
And I am thankful for this blessed year,
For divine abundance I share so dear.
The sun and moon take on a special glow
As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.
Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,
Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.
When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost
I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong
Pleasures of Moving on Moon
You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.
Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love,
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.
For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.
While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.
Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth,
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010
• Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet
• Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
• Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun,
You instinctively know what must be done.
I bask in your warmth to gain energy;
Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.
You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night
Even aware when your eye is closed tight.
You sway our emotions, also the sea;
Cause turmoil at times or tranquility.
I love you Earth and all of your creatures.
There's joy in knowing you are our teachers.
I will, to treat you with respect and care
And pray that the world will become aware
When we poison you, we poison us too.
Keeping you balanced will grow life anew.
We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire;
Ether, divine, our longing desire
Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth
And love that's bestowed when given our birth.
So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon
As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong
cradled in the arms of night
through tattered veils of evening cloud
her silver face kissed lovers in ancient times
and lit the even fields of a winter’s soul
perfect, white, eternal
rise above that cloak of darkness
show the way to those who wander
in the longest of nights
bright lantern of hope
glorious and everlasting..
Copyright © valerie bellefleur
Moon you serenade me nightly
casting your beaming silvery rays
touching and filling my weary soul
with awesome magical perfection
Watching you in your various phases
crescent sliver you delight and enchant
yet too your half sends heartfelt shivers
as you wax your way to full glowing light
moon dear moon you rule my senses
as you wane, the sea's tides join you
making my moods shift with your cycles
your whims commanding earth herself
I serenade and worship your beauty
disliking intensely nights you are cloaked
when clouds hid you from earthly sight
then with a peek you emerge triumphant
And now once more my heart rejoices
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Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Appearance like Blood,
Your beauty washes over me like a flood.
Watching you before the sun climbs over the horizon,
This occurrence is really surprising.
Even tho your emergence is brief,
Your display has brought me relief.
But time is drawing to a close,
with that I must bid you goodbye,
Thank you for this speechless show.
Copyright © Ettie Christian
Staring up at the moon
She seems so sad
Alone in a silent black blue sky
She sits and waits
I look on with remorse
As she slowly sinks
Wish I was a rocket man
For her I would do anything
Morning light breaks
Now she's gone
And i'm alone
so I sit and wait...
Copyright © Free Byrd
I wish I could float up
And kiss the moon
Such a beautiful pearl in the night sky
Is lunar on her sentry duties
She cast a warm and haunting glow
On us all below
She makes the shadows seem alive
Enchanting the woods as the mist rolls in
Lunar my goodness of the night
Your presence fills me with such expectant joy
I know not what the night you herald
The wolves howl
The owls hoot
The frogs croak
Night time can be so noisy
They all wish to say hello
So they sing
Waxing or waning
As you rise to your perch
You glow most beautifully
Luna my beacon in the far away sky
I thank you for blessing us
And keeping us safe at night
Copyright © evrod samuel
beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter
A SEASON’S GLOW ©
‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay its' mark upon her surrounding ice-capped winter hood---
Fortifying ‘arms’ now stand saluting at attention to the expected deluges to carnival delights from the setting sun….
Applause from ‘knightly’ lances carry a shadow-display, when brought to arms;
'toe-elbowing' their stances to a light bright multiplexed review….
Eventide’s soon to reach cosmic nighttime ceilings and is brought momentarily to stands aside, to hushed warnings off snow iced platforms gaining cheery fire-light at each kissed by-pass retreat….
At devotion ‘arms’ stretch their winter façades 'drawing' close their 'painted' ‘four o’clock’ shadows; that mark out each stance---
Alas, the playhouse ‘adieus’ end with sad commendations; when staged dimmed lights snuff and flicker out to blackness.
Nighttime slants and an interval is at hand, for waning sun’s rays, to dismiss their stationed sentinels over to moonlit beamed doom---
Night plagues with harmonizing rhythms; as ice-tinkling ‘icicles’ from branches high salute the night time, sky-faerie's lite and dance upon a new stage!
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan
I love you to the moon and back
our sky no longer is so black
I am your rocket man
footprints I leave in your white sand
trace the steps of loves dance
holding my breath I steal my chance
our words hush as our lips collide
moon-bound again what a ride
Copyright © Free Byrd
TO THE MOON
The softness of reflected light
That helps all lovers in the night
And causes women soon to swoon -
Oh, Shine on bright and faithful moon.
Cast your beams, let your light yield,
As lovers lie in golden fields -
A soft and gentle shining care -
A glow upon your lovers there.
Copyright © Bill Price
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
Copyright © Catherine Devine
The Moon Beam riders had traveled to Earth
To bless each childe' at it’s moment of birth
The Lourde’and his Ladee’ rode swiftly down the road
To join leprechauns and pixies in the Forest of Ode’
They must quickly make haste before the night turned around
Fire faeries' and star babees' danced merrily on the ground
Dream Weavers and Sandmen scurried joyfully thru the woods
Carrying brite coulored' baskets filled with magikal' goods
A woodland wedding for the bride and the groom
In the Garden of Ode’ under the stars and the moon
Faerie bride Aveena with her hair spun of gold
Avid the groom so brave... so bold
Aveena's gown was shimmering, starbrite white
As Avid the brave one stood beside her in the night
They all joined together singing jubiliant songs of great glee
Then the Lourde’ and his Ladee’ rode in with the magik' key
Magik' and musik' echoed thru the night air
As the Lourde’and his Ladee’ joined the tiny pair
The Magikal' Garden rang oute’ in joyous song
As Aveena and Avid said their vows to belong
Elves, gnomes, wizards, moon babees and pixies
Water and Earth spirits and a faerie' named Trixie
All dancing in the garden where the all wizards dwelled
Made of magikal' faerie' duste', softe' green moss and bluebells
Slowly the twilite started slipping away
As they all sang and danced in joyful play
Then all of a sudden... quite out of the blue
In a blink of thee eye- away they all flew
In the realms of twilight shimmering across the night sky
There was a fluttering of wings as they all began to fly, fly, fly
Their silvery wings glistened like stars in the night
As they majestikally' ascended into mystikal' flight
After all the fairies' and elves went to their homes of yonder
Aveena and Avid began their magikal' married life together
They lived in their Enchanted Cottage in the magikal Forest Of Ode'...
' Happily ever after and after and after '
The Happy End
P.S. Please remember to come back for our final ending...it's just full of magikal' instructions
Copyright © anne p. murray
Once upon a time in the Magikal' Forest of Ode’
Buried deep in the mystikal forests of greene’
Many majikal creatures are seen
Glittering flashes that glow in firelite
Of dancing faeries and elves in the night
Pixies riding fireflies
Faeries on butterflys
Gnomes dashing here and beyonde'
Playing gayly across the sky blue ponds
Moon babees’ flying with gossamer wings
While moon goddess’s and leprechauns merrily sing
Elves riding giddily on birds and bees
Dazzling and sparkling throughout the trees
While us mortals sleep unaware
They frolic about without a care
They hide in and out amongst the glades
Where during the day many children have played
With elfin magic the woodland abounds
Playing in the forest on faery grounds
We must get on with this magikal tale!
So, come along with me now
We’re going into the Magikal Forest and open the veil
The Lourde’ and His Ladee’
The Lourde’and his Ladee rode mysteriously thru the night
Her arms entwined around him tight
The horse they rode was dark, glistening black
He majestikally carried them both on his back
The Lourde’ and his Ladee’ traveled swiftly thru the night
Her arms entwined around him tight
They rode with the wind and the shadows of dark
For they both held secrets deep in their hearts
Mystikal spells from the Earth and the Sea
Said the Lourde of the night to his Elfin Ladee
“ Spells”, she whispered, from the Mystik and Olde’
Use them well he said, “ Be brave, be bold ”!
With cobweb silk and dust from the stars
They made magikal promises from lands afar
“ Have no fear,” said the Lourde’ to his Elfin Ladee’
As they road thru the night so dark and shady
“ No longer me sweete’ shall ye be alone
Magikal’ love together we’ve sown"
With thunderous hooves they rode into the night
The moonbeams golden the stars glittering brite’
The ritual magik' of sorcerers and elves
Softe' green moss and bewitching spells
They rode hard and fast into the night
Guided safely by the stars and softe' moonlite’
His hair black as midnight hers golden like the sun
Their spirits and souls were joined together as one
“ We shall soon be there,” said the Ladee’ to her Lourde’
“ We’ll find moonbeam faeries' and elves with swords"
They brought bewitching spells and Enchanted Scrolls
They carried them tightly in mystikal' rolls
The Lourde' and his Ladee’ held the magik' Key
This Lourde’ and his Ladee’ of mystery
They carried magikal' stones and Celtic spells
They were very wize they would use them well
Ye' muste' come back, as this faerie' tale will be continued.....
Copyright © anne p. murray
When the world will set off yet again
To live life on the same planet
In the equivalent field of magnet
Running the same race all over again
To part where I'd say"give me your bag".
Bonding of brotherhood
The nous of livelihood
Like birds in the sky _ like confidence in our bag
let the weather weather us _ apparently
Standing tall for both
Watching out for both
Where the moon is silent _ apparently
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday
In the night sky there she smiles
Watching lovers from distant miles
After Mr, Sun neglects the world
The gracious moon starts to unfold
Joyful hearts wait the chance
To see the moon spread romance
She’s radiant, sensual, glowing bright,
A witness to bodies fused at night
To lonely hearts, warmth she gives
To broken souls, light she leaves
Could this sparkling jewel in the sky
Be afraid to fall that high?
Oh lovely maiden up above
Does she weep she cannot love?
Copyright © John Rey Canon
An Ode to the Moon
By Elton Camp
Oh lovely moon so shiny and bright
Many lovers you will inspire tonight
They gaze at you, get filled with desire
When two hearts so wildly are set afire
Though the object that they look upon
Is lifeless, dusty and as dry as a bone
But thoughts of this there is no trace
As they admire your pock-marked face
See that crater lying right over there
It’s rugged and totally devoid of air
Though lovers admire what they see
A place of death the moon would be
Very fitting symbol of human love
Is this object that hangs far above
It has a dark side that they didn’t see
After marriage, the lovers will agree
Copyright © Elton Camp
The sky thralls me- my eyes
e'er drawn to her center
where she emits her soul
a single star.
her skirt of scalloped clouds,
darkens with her mood. She is royal,
royal blue. She is enshrouded
by inumerous precious stones,
sapphires and diamonds
she wears in her rolling tresses.
Sometimes she is lit
Her skirt is
incandescent, lit by the
The moon is the eye
of a certain storm.
The eye of the soul.
It is rimmed in the sun's
the sky enticed me,
sending the sun to rest with such
a swish of the hip, sending
the glowing folds of her skirt
in a frenzy.
And it was all for me
to draw my eyes
to her, so that I may be tempted
to keep my eyes upon her.
The moon was stark on the dark stage,
soft and full
perfect, cratered and undulating.
I plucked her out of the sky
and replaced her with
my own golden iris.
Copyright © Bethany Gamotis
The poet's heart is often put to the test.
He or she knows what they like,
but seldom what is best.
We wear our hearts on our sleeve.
Because in the end everything we love must leave.
The road in front of us once seemed
wide and without an end.
Now it seems too narrow and has
danger at every bend.
So if you don't see me come this next May.
Just look at the first full moon
and start to pray.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund
Silver shot mist obscures the moon
as it hangs high in the night sky.
Radiating its light, only for it
to be reflected and fractured.
Pitch black is the night, yet also
scattered rays highlight things.
Bringing a sense of mystic
to the still silent night.
Orb of silver you enthral
as you glide and slide.
Forcefully trying to break free
and soar once more in open skies.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton