Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.
With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.
He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.
Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.
I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.
A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?
My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!
I blame you, moon, for bringing thoughts of love
in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep.
Dreams drift bewildered in my head above
til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep.
The moon shines careless on this lonely soul
and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang.
As dark expands in shadows to console,
they slice the skin releasing bitter pain.
In dreams, I feel a heart beating with mine,
a stranger once becomes now all I know.
Familiar taste upon my lips like wine
flows perfectly from starry tide aglow.
How do I live in sunlight’s looming grave,
deadened by numbing rays of ruthless sun?
How do I live without the arms I crave,
amongst the crowds until the day is done?
I blame you, moon, for rousing dreams within
to taunt me with a lover’s longing smile.
Beneath closed lids, I’m lost in timeless spin.
Winds whisper, moon, please let her sleep awhile.
for Gautami Phookan's Waking Dreams Contest, 12/1/14
The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...
The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...
The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of the day
In a jiffy.
Water reflections exchanges
The colors overrated,
With the sky full of oranges,
The trees are just silhouettes ...
The night the already marks yesterday
This is a timely opportunity,
Where piercing welcoming clouds
unfolds, shamelessly ,the moon ...
It will take an earth tour,
And plenty of patience,
For the solar triumph reappears
In its rebirth ,
As clarity rises
And progresses slowly
Until the most intense moment, at its solstice,
To the top of the firmament.
And the celestial body draws, now
All things , in gold drops ,
..... - And this is another day.
It drinks in his turn and evaporates it....
Le soleil a plongé
Dans l'espace du silence,
L'été s'est prolongé
Dans une lente errance...
L'astre a été bu,
Petit à petit, par franges.
> Nous n'avons rien entendu,
De la chute de l'ange...
L'horizon a replié ses ailes, autour
Confondant les lointains...
Le soir envahit ce qu'il reste de jour,
En un tournemain.
Les reflets des eaux échangent
Des couleurs surfaites ,
Avec le ciel tout en oranges,
Les arbres ne sont que silhouettes...
La nuit, marque déjà l'hier,
C'est l'occasion opportune,
Où, perçant des nuées hospitalières,
se dévoile, sans pudeur, la lune...
Il faudra un tour de terre,
Et beaucoup de patience,
Pour que réapparaisse le triomphe solaire,
Dans sa renaissance ,
Que la clarté se hisse
Et progresse lentement,
Jusqu'au plus intense, à son solstice,
Au sommet du firmament.
Et l'astre dessine maintenant ,
Toutes choses en gouttes d'or,
..... - Et c'est un autre jour.
Il le boit à son tour, puis l' évapore....
An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.
The elements of the heavens above
Where the birds go swaying and dipping down
And the clouds mist their way along the sky
There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown
In awe I spread my arms just to accept
The nature of the clouds and the cool air
Beams of white light coming out from the moon
Adds to the serenity that’s out there
I hold out my hand to receive a drop
A drop of dew from the heavens above
Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul
Makes me want to fly with the birds I love
The highest point of the sky before space
Is where I end up, looking at the stars
No other beauty compares to this trip
I slowly fall back amongst the briars
I live meagerly here on this vast Earth
Then I fly again amongst the great clouds
I often go see with the birds up high
Joyously live my days with all that’s proud
Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For 'tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning
The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing
Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to your darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole
Though my eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Forever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight
So Many Questions
Were you watching the same moon as I?
The bright smiling moon, low down in the sky
Were you watching it when I at last said goodnight?
Did you catch that kiss sent on the glow of moonlight?
Did you close you eyes in sleep, as the moon passed on by?
Did you catch my dreams to keep them safe, not let them die?
Were you hugging your pillow so tight to your chest?
Leaving kisses on the pillow where my head should be pressed.
Did you wake to see the same moon, then go to sleep?
Were my dreams in your arms, there for you to keep?
To keep for a short while till you give them back to me?
Where we can share them together that is my decree.
© 29/11/2012 ~GG~
If I could take you anywhere
I’d take you to the moon
Far above the trees and clouds
And we would go there soon.
The first thing I would do for you
As we went along the way
Is pluck a few stars from the sky
And make you a bouquet.
We’d walk along the moon dust
With only our bare feet
And feel it come between our toes
Then our eyes would meet
We’d sit on the edge
With our legs dangling free
And every trouble would leave my heart
When you smiled at me
And then you would take my hand
And I’d give you the grand tour
Because this moon is a place
That I have been before
You see, I’ve been to the moon often
In my dreams throughout the years
The moon is my special place
That I’ve treasured and held dear.
Never has a person
Been to the moon with me
And I told myself the one who would,
To my heart would hold a key.
And so my moonlight loved one
It is you who holds the key
And I’ve brought you to this place
That is cherished unto me
I want to say I love you
It is you whom I adore
Will you use the key you have
To open my heart’s door?
And in one sweep you’d take me
Into your warm embrace
I would see the look of forever
Etched upon your face
In that single moment
My life would change for good
I’d find my true love on the moon
As I always knew I would…
February 16, 2006
Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.
And yet, we delve where darkness daunts
to fathom mystery, know what haunts
our souls when comes October's tide,
where fear and anguish both abide.
Each hidden passage, road or rill
we spy while walking makes us chill.
Gray shadowed wings on ghostlike trees
make heart and footsteps quickly freeze.
All pathways lead where horrors thrill.
The heart is numbed as is our will.
Frail steps draw close toward the lair
where phantom talons might ensnare.
How long until we're safely home
free of this mental catacomb?
These questions spin within our head
as we trek fully gripped by dread.
How do souls flee such grievous fright?
Oh moon, postpone our dreadful plight.
Deliver us to warmth and home
from black enigmas in the gloam.
The Meaning of Love
Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes
Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes.
Making love under the moonlit sky so bright
As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night.
Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear
Trembling together but not even near
Eons apart but matched in one thought
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought.
The moon need not be there, the river may dry up
The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup
Together they can be as one without even a touch
In thought and word only, the passion too much.
To fetch the passion to it’s desired end
Words of love and time one needs to spend
To come and reach the final conclusion
Together as one, it is no illusion.
Happiness can be reached though eons apart
Though time and circumstance tug at the heart
To never be alone in word thought or deed
Always to be there, when the other is in need.
© 22/12/2012 ~GG~
As I sit here in the dark
and gaze upon the moon,
I know her journey through the sky
is over much too soon.
As she travels through the night
a trail of stars awaken,
but as she rises to her glory
her time is all but taken.
She never falters from her course,
is always straight and true,
and from this goddess of the skies
all others take their cue.
As she goes upon her way
she leaves her special mark,
and looks just like a precious jewel
against the midnight dark.
She weaves her special magic,
casts a spell on everyone,
and touches every heart she reaches
before her journey's done.
But just before she disappears,
into the velvet deep,
she smiles down on mortal man
and whispers him from sleep.
In the dead of night
Some years ago
A metamorphose transpired
Under full moon glow
A lady in black
In graveyard mist
Danced with the crows
In evolutionary twist
Her presence was surrounded
By luminous flows
Larva's were being shed
In dark butterfly grow
Her black dress becomes discarded
Shape-shifting in the dead of night
Red Admirals flutter
In demonic delight
They become butterfly winged elves
To our moon our orb
Anticipating in taking
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
Worlds apart, yet so very close
As two hearts can beat as one
The sun shines upon us both
Then evening moon does come
We share a place we call our own
When the moon then sheds its light
We meet there, in shadow cast
As day turns into night
You wait for me in lover’s robe
As I come into view
The smile that you give to me
I then give back to you
With your hand, you take my own
You lead me to your tree
Beneath the arms, its mighty limbs
We share love, you and me
Betwixt by nighttime’s hidden glow
Our hearts then shine, form light
Caressing skin, with lips so soft
We bathe in our delight
As the moon, so then descends
To the other side of the earth
We whisper into each other’s ears
A thanks for our rebirth
The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape,
In varying shades gray.
A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.
A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain,
In a melancholy wail.
The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.
Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.
When night burns starless like a tomb,
shadow exults the dark and gloom.
Our souls hone fears sharp as a blade,
and every path holds certain doom.
To dare a trek on nights thus made
all rue in heart their fool's crusade.
Through shadowed vestige, mute and still
our dreams of past and future fade.
Fainthearted soon, we lack the will
to slow our heart, to mount near hill,
where specters sing their doleful tune,
and dread alone makes one's blood chill.
Dark, boundless night would have us swoon,
so pray that safety comes, and soon.
When souls feel trapped by shadows dire
we cast our hopes upon the moon.
the moon sustains as twilight's fire,
it tarries until dusk expire.
When sunlight ends the gloam's deep mire,
we'll share new hope by dawn's bright pyre.
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
The Goddess Of The Moon looked down,
Upon the quiet garden.
She watched night creatures at play,
The Owl, Raccoon and Marten,
Seeking as they do each night,
Their simple, humble fare,
And smiled as she watched them,
The breeze catching her hair.
The silver strands float all about,
Her visage so exciting,
So ethereal, so mystical,
Her crystal gaze enticing.
I come each night to watch her dance,
While everyone is sleeping,
And all is quiet, peaceful, still,
The lovely maid comes sweeping,
Silver streaks of moonlight,
Through town and wood and glen,
Then morning comes and she is gone,
Till moon rise comes again.
I shall compose you a poem,
below your round, shining face,
for this is where I feel at home,
a pen within my warm embrace.
Underneath this moon of red,
my soul begins to dance and sing,
I awaken my spirits, once dead,
at this midnight hour of spring.
Red moon born from an eclipse,
no better time to work my spell,
your hue mimics my crimson lips,
Just watch me break out of my shell.
Dave Wood's contest - "Red Moon"
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.
Sitting alone in the light of the moon
Twirling my glass of red wine
I retreated back into my cocoon
But still felt a chill up my spine
Something flew by in front of the moon
With a silhouette of a wide wing span
Its feathers flapped slow as it sang a tune
Its wings spread out in a fan
Then off he went out into the night
A raptor soaring in flight
The environment alive in the moonlight
Was an awesome yet fearful sight
The quiet stillness of the midnight air
Was a mystically charged atmosphere
With all my senses alive and aware
I wondered what next would appear
The skeletal branches of a tree
Looked grim in the luminous glow
A leaf came loose and floated free
To the leaf carpeted lawn below
I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep
And dreamed of a forest of trees
And beyond the entrance further in deep
The temperature dropped thirty degrees
I snapped awake then in a flash
With a feeling of foreboding
And didn't really want to rehash
The message too obscure for decoding
I awoke to see in front of me
The same old leaf shedding tree
I thought I heard it speak to me
But honestly, how could that be?
I noticed the tree appeared forlorn
My thoughts were definitely wild
For it was only a honey locust thorn
What some people often reviled
I turned in for the evening after that
Then heard a light tapping on the pane
I saw it wasn't my Maine Coon cat
That’s when I went totally insane
A limb of that tree pointed towards me
Like a finger of a human hand
No more wine but Sleepy time tea
For me, I'm sure you understand
September 20, 2012
like rambunctious boys at play
clouds drift across the moon
masking its face in mystery
light given and then gone to soon
this fitful little summer storm
playing ticks whilst lovers swoon
we know it can not hide for long
our secret charm, the summer moon
Hammock of moon drifting like swan
to cradle night in brushed cyan
While tinsels spark on glazed lagoon
Drifting like swan... hammock of moon.
Luna twirls from rush of wind’s scent
As jasmines rise with flamed intent,
Enthralling my eyes as blooms unfurl
In rush of wind’s scent Luna twirls.
Starlight joins with glitters of dust,
On ripples daring to combust...
The passion in my bones, dethroned
From glitters of dust, starlight joins!
Swap Quatrains. Let's See
What You've Got!
Contest of Andrea Dietrich
*Listed as Quatrain Form
My house has a bay window, quite special
It overlooks my great flower garden
Beauty shines where the moon carries along
No piece of the flowers is a burden
Nightfall enlightens the flowers out there
From the bay window I can see the light
Touching the flowers calmly and with peace
I sigh with contentment to view this sight
I finish my drink and turn to go back
When I glanced right at some fireflies around
I smile at this beautiful scene with joy
The whole picture is a wondrous surround
In the quiet, the night to focus on
Dreams escape my head bringing dusty eyes
I follow its lonely steps to darkness
The moon begins to shine, starts to revise
Fog envelopes me holding me so tight
I can’t breathe, suffocating, I don't lie…
End of life forms before me, true as night
I finally suck in breath of the sky
Calmness enters my troubled head for once
Fog starts to recede, I see a home there
Is it mine, what is the purpose of this
My dreams, so lost, am I truly aware
Where am I to be in this dream, fancy
I delve into the space under this moon
Bewilderment occupies my shaved head
Smooth as silk, I follow nothing so soon
The fog starts to cast its way in again
I’m blinded only by the moon’s blue light
Now I must sit, I am tired, can’t go on
I hear the ocean, is it a new sight
I wake to the sound of my noise maker
To see thick fog covering everything
Every thought is clear, I can concentrate
I blame it on my dream, ventured seeing
O moon, to you I turn tonight
To you I smile with hidden delight
For in you I found my own charm
For you did ring up my love alarm
A love letter sent to my door
Signed in red ink, Moon
O my darling lunar Thor
I accept to be your SailorMoon
O moon, in your rays I bath
Your beauty I shall not scath
You are my only reason
You are my only passion
How to reply to your letter
Fatuously do I wonder
Maybe if I close my eyes
My glee shall turn to your skies
O moon, love me more
Make me the wife of Thor
I shall rule each of your molecule
As the Queen of all Majuscule!
Date : 8th April 2013
We have a lunar eclipse
To watchers such a boon
It crosses the earth’s shadow
A fully blushing moon.
It rides in total splendour
Its beauty meant to draw
Attention of onlookers;
The heavens stare in awe.
Red moon this is the moment
That I have waited for
My love is here beside me
I cannot ask for more!
Contest: Red Moon
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Sometimes, when I speak to you
my true feelings I shyly hide,
to put them in a secret room
and keep them tucked inside.
Opening my heart takes time
it's a spot reserved for very few,
but, in it there's an empty place
that's perfect for me and you.
Your words allow me to dream
they send me right over the moon,
and I am drifting amongst the stars
even when it's mid-afternoon.
Your words charm like warm wind
they float to me like a tune,
my spirit is freed once again
and I'm sent right over the moon.
Never stop wishing on that star
though our future may seem bleak,
keep writing from your heart
and eventually mine will speak.
The sun comes up and it’s time to go
The more I learn the less I know
The sky is so blue and in the middle is the moon
It seems as if the sun has made some room.
I find it strange to see the moon in the light
When I think of the moon it’s shining bright at night
Maybe the day and the night have become one
I open my eyes wide to view what is to come.
The day seems special yet like any other
Things I saw before I seem to rediscover
They are different yet quite the same
Just another day, Wednesday by name.
I get in my car for I have to go to the city
The visual outside my window is so pretty
The colors are so vivid they cry out we’re alive
I seem to find peace on this very long drive…
I pick up my friend and we start our trip back
I see all that I have and not what I lack
We talk of life and how the world is changing
Though it seems quite the same just a little rearranging.
I arrive at home it’s been a long day
All of the pieces just fit today
Everything around me joined together
I floated through much like a feather.
The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.
Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.
The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated,
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.
Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley,
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.
The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence,
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.
Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist.