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.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars
Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears
Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night
As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky
~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.
The chill of night holds old remorse
Like some old song I've heard before
And though a half moon knows the chords
Such crescent music strays off course
Through dark of night all eyes are blinded
Such slender light, so small upturned
With strains of sadness so aligned
Where even stars weep sad nocturnes
Please moon, become the whole you are
I need your lamp to see me through
Although there are one million stars
This night is lonely without you
So slight your smile that fills the eye
Each falling star will search the sky
For Russell's Contest: Moon Is My Muse
I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,
and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.
I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;
thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .
I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;
winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.
Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.
Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
On virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
So bright the moon it seems like light of day,
But stars among the forest’s members peek.
And while my Love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse;
Enraptured by this scene on winter’s breast
Where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused.
So now I look upon the face of time
And all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
Where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.
Now I am left at peace and free to be,
There lost within the moon’s tranquility…
She lived inside a hut within the wood-
a strange and lovely woman, nature’s child.
They said she was a witch, but she was good,
a friend to all the creatures of the wild.
The solitary wolf she’d come across,
though wounded, was a living work of art.
He lay beneath the moon with coat of gloss
and eyes that sadly shone; he stole her heart.
He loved her; she admired his grace and might,
and so she sorrowed when he howled with pain,
for when the swollen moon glowed in the night,
she had to keep him fettered with a chain.
That true and feral beauty that she leashed -
was strangely what first drew her to the beast.
For the True Beauty (ending twist) old poems acceptable Contest of Sandy Ivy D
The moon and stars, together scheme
to trespass, searching through the air
until they find my window sill -
Caressing me with fragile streams
their fingers, stroking, tussled hair
as tender as a mother will
As if to keep my dreams alive
they keep a watch against the dawn
and calm me in my restless sleep -
I'll let the gentle night contrive
a plan to help me sail upon
a cloud, where dreams are mine to keep
The moon and stars together scheme
As if to keep my dreams alive
A child was I in Space Odyssey awe
When rocketeers on lunar ascent shone:
In Sea of Tranquility my eyes saw
Ground Control to Major Tom...engines on!
New age Columbus kings voyage and realm
In ships on alien frontiers stranded;
New worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
Till Three...Two...One..."the Eagle has landed".
Mission to scout astral planes in deep space
Led Command Module on orbiting stay,
Leaving flag and footprint in human trace
On entry splashdown out of Milky Way.
In your tin can you rode the sonic boom
To the stars on the dark side of the moon.
For the It's All About the Moon contest.
Apollo 11 - 20th July 1969:
I remember it well - I was 8 years old.
Across farthest hills, silent moonlight spills
To wash away the dark, to overflow
With golden rays splaying the land it fills
And paints every plant in darkened meadow
With clouds below a crumbled curtain hung
To filter soft moonlight that fall and flow
Through every limb this gentle string is strung
This flickering vine lays still, crawling slow
A rising orb, this gentle yellow moon
Will fill each searching eye, where romance lives
And contains a wish, where love's dreams commune
To caress the yearning soul, that moonlight gives
Beneath this gold moon where heartbeats find breath
They'll hear a melody from moon's celeste
Tis not our fare to see the face of God
Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear,
They dare not come and go, is this not odd
as some would please, forgetting how to fear?
And also, let us hear it, one more thing,
we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon,
some say is painted blood, to look will bring
an agony that won't leave us too soon.
The eyes must turn away, or die the death,
and leave one bitter cold from just the dare
to look on it, to see the dragon's breath,
'twil bring one to believe what's never there.
And lunar madness never calls to mind
the evil waiting there for you to find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
2day once more was fun day, because the sun was there:
Of course! Like all the sundays, as usually they were...
if only you were there 4 me, and not 4 all together!
The sun has gone, and in the mood, it's moon day that begins
and all around the ticking sounds that I hear all around me,
there's suddenly my Blackberry: a ringtone's sent to me.
As yesterday was 'gain your birthday, told the ringtone sent to me,
As usual, I'm sending you 4 tunes to comfort me;
because I know that once again, as for many a birthday
you surely still are thinking of the things that run the same way:
There is The Sun, there is The Belle and Moon day !s their frenemy's day;
and I am used to sail away for it's too hard to see
that your stubborness clings to him and it won't let us be...
Goodbye, my love; I hope next year you'll come4tunes to comfort me.
(Moon is My Muse)
You lie beyond an obscure veil
Above the foggy city lights
Illuminating the night so pale
Giving darkness lights respite
Elliptical loops around earth’s face
Wearing wane or increase smiles
Still quickening lover’s heart pace
Ever working your earthly wiles
Finding muses in your boldness
Poets stroke their papered words
Romance beckons in your fullness
Love lyrics written or poetic blurbs
Earthly harvesters glean in the night
Twice find beauty in blue moon bright
Written for: “Moon is My Muse” on 2/27/13
I used the definition for Sonnet found in Poetry Soup Forms
My love departs whence the waves tumble
to and fro o’er timeless grains of sand.
Mottled depths of sea drown out restless rumble
as fallen tears slip through my trembling hands.
Say my name, enchanting moon of lore.
I shall not fault you lest my love return.
Beckon tides to well and light restore.
Grant me this before my heart doth spurn.
Full moon cast reflections bittersweet
‘til sunrise blanches all my thoughts of yore.
If I fall prey to waking dawn’s deceit,
Please rise anew to carry love ashore.
Waiting heart shan’t drown in moonlit tide.
In raging surge, for love I shall abide.
For POETESS DARKLY's Blame it on the Moon Contest
The tingling sound of the moon does lift me
I float towards the heavens where I'm free
I reach to the light that emanates there
Beauty is like none that I can compare
Swirling right near my head are the dark clouds
It looks like this night sky has some dim shrouds
The ground below me is moving away
As I slowly, but surely, upwards sway
I start to breathe the colder air that’s high
The moon is getting bigger as I fly
I see imperfections of the moon’s face
Stars blink messages, I try to keep pace
That grand lure of the moon that’s before me
Brings me higher than I could ever see
Luna in grandeur, skirts the heavens by night
Her beauty reflects wholly on all within sight
While her crystalline brilliance expand the skies
Illuminating thoughts and dreams aspire
She arrests admiring eyes that micmic stars
And softens hearts of the most stalwart of Bards
In the realm of dreamscape, an influential muse
Lighting many a pathway with the sun, her fuse
Mellow is her mood and soft be her touch
In calming silence she carries the torch
Through pitch black nights she stands watch
Stirring imaginings with emotions to match
Gently, she nudges the ebb and flow of tides
From granite pavillions on her chariot rides
Note: For "Moon is My Muse" Contest
La Luna’s sneaking through the sky tonight;
I bet she thinks her creamy sheen is hid
by clouds of grey, but now and then her light
becomes exposed. Just who’s she trying to kid?
She slowly slides behind nocturnal haze;
I see a slice of her as she creeps by.
Perhaps this is another lunar phase,
one in which she’s showing us she’s sly.
That Luna is mysterious we know,
but also she’s a muse for those who woo.
So why does she withhold a steady glow,
and what’s an ardent suitor going to do?
He tells his love, “The moon shines full tonight.”
They gaze up at her face; she drifts from sight!
3/1/13 for Russell Sivey's Moon is my Muse Poetry Contest
The silver moon hides behind the grey clouds
Largely hidden, full of life, and quite proud
The werewolf howls great and mighty tonight
Brings fear to many, showing lots of fright
Lit pumpkins at the entrance brings warning
Where hollers are heard that are alarming
The pumpkins guard an old house, house of fear
Legends hold victims galore in its rear
Within the graveyard they’re held without bail
Their souls removed, their life was very frail
Turned into animated skeletons
They roam the cold cemetery commons
The light was quite dim, as the moon peeked through
In the dark night creatures will come for you
The singing moon serenades our two eyes
Come the autumnal celestial skies
The deep orange moon a beauteous glow
As the large moon starts its evening show
Low in the sky on an autumnal night
To the eye a large memorable sight
On autumn nights many hunters can see
As the large moon sheds it lovely light free
The singing moon, hunters and the harvest
These names in autumn the moon is now blessed
To lovers the moon sends out its love song
To help guide lovers to whom they belong
An orange glow our skies it adorns
Just after sunset to the new dawn
© 10/03/2013 ~GG~
It was a contest entry but it just closed 5 seconds before I could enter lol
Throughout my life the moon always been there
I remember it in the Tampa skies
I even saw it at the Bloomsburg Fair
just a little tot in Tampa time flies
The moon shines in Pennsylvania as well
I have looked up on it many of times
Those Tampa days I will no longer dwell
Only thing is living here cost more dimes
And the moon and stars comfort me at sea
The sunset and sunrise was like heaven
Those night time lookout watches moon and me
US skies over Seven Eleven
Yes the moon and I have some memories
I know we both can tell many stories
Moon is my Muse 3/05/2013
An enormous full moon
Filters through the tree limbs
There is no feeling of gloom
Even though darkness swims
Stars twinkle with delight
Amid the cloudless sky
There is no need for fright
A clear pathway is nigh
No photograph could reflect
The splendor of this moment
With only the night to connect
My heart with the sky’s movement
Moon and stars remind me why
I so very much love the sky
© July 16, 2014
Outside these walls that trap me deep inside
Freedom was amiss, time lofts in a ride
I seek the highest heights, up and beyond
Before me is the moon, sending its charm
I explore this intriguing moon I see
Simple and with a great solid beauty
Dragons take me to the upper limits
I must ride with them, I’ll not ever quit
The sky is my ruby isle, great delight
Harping over what was beside our sight
The moon was blue, which allured us to fly
Cool as the midnight winter air so dry
I left the walls of boredom to the sky
Escaped with the dragons not knowing why
THE B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE
If I had faced then the lonely hall,
The black entrance into my own absence
If I had not lifted the phone to call
Each acquaintance, would I be so tense
But my urge to love and live is so immense
These cradling arms of plastic only stale
And I am ridiculous and intense
And all rejection like a ragman’s bale
With waves of pain beating on the wall
Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense -
My questionable right to love you all
Somehow in absence, seems that more intense,
Yet can be measured in this dying squall,
As I am waiting for your questioning call.
I sat on the jetty waiting as I did each Friday night
The man in the moon winked at me as thin clouds were passing by
My parents could not condone our love, his skin so dark, mine light
Our steamy, summer love was intense and his approach was nigh
Moonbeams peeked out and lit his trim figure as he crossed the sand
Quickly I rose and crossed the rocks to greet him with an embrace
Tenderly we kissed, then he withdrew, placed something in my hand
He said, “We’ve waited far too long; our love they cannot erase”
‘Twas then the full moon lit the beach; I saw tears fall from his eyes
A diamond ring he slipped on my finger, said, “We must elope”
We were just teens but already knew that true love never dies
“Without you in my life,” he whispered, “I simply cannot cope”
I clung to him, crying aloud, knowing my parents I’d miss
But we ignored their prejudice, opting for passionate bliss
* For Constance’s Steamy, Summer Love contest
I know man in the moon is very sad.
He's mourning that he has no lady fair.
I gaze in awe at his situation
And wonder why it is God put him there.
It may be there's a maid on nearby star,
The one who will find pathway to his heart.
Perhaps God put her there to be his love.
His happiness was planned right from the start.
The moon has always been my trusted muse,
Has comforted when I'm alone and blue.
When words won't come and inspiration wanes,
The moon has helped me to begin anew.
If God has planned romance for man in moon,
Perhaps my own love shall be coming soon.
Written; March 2, 2013 for contest "Moon is my Muse"
Blame it on the moon
The moon, who’s intentions, I believe
Are not beyond her muses to deceive
Casting down her beams so they reflect
The postures and the features to perfect
For lovers meeting secret sets the scene
Colours dim and svelte will be her sheen
With shadows for effect she does create
So each believe they see their one true mate
The atmosphere she shrouds in mystery
Adding strings of unheard symphony
Sets the mood with melancholy strains
Removes all senses common from their brains
And yet I find myself, I’m not immune
With ease she has me dancing to her tune
As I can bounce a thought from off the moon,
while you are looking, when I know it's you
perhaps you'll sing along, less out of tune;
Sureal, the moon will do what it can do.
All mystic from the past; each witch's spell;
each wizard's charge of magic--candlelight;
some power of one's love; each tolling bell;
rains down from melting pots of lucid night.
And when the moon is full, and in its prowl
escaping where it's been so it can fly,
deep in the forest dark, the wolfmen howl,
and I look for this love to never die.
On one such moment, like we've never known
Reality sets in, you've been alone.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
There seems to always be a moon lit path
Dashing out before me in the cool air
Moon tends to absorb, like taking a bath
Brink of light bordering the edge of fear
Alone on a cool cobblestone walkway
I venture where the moon sure doesn’t go
There’s no light, just a feeling of dismay
But the dewdrops do find a way to grow
Cause the moon never reaches to this point
There’s surely no feeling of peace nor calm
Dew comes out and over me, to anoint
Reaching my hand as I hold out my palm
Then I walk off beyond the cool walkway
But I don’t glance at the moon and its sway
The warped side of the Moon shall fall to
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond
Most will be wearing garments of
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud
More of you will be an embedded trap tied
You best remain in your God given Graced
It will be a life or death to hold on to that
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the
lost and found.
It is easy to lose your way through the
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you
So join within yourself become one big
And make sure you have a white candle
Never lose the light of a white candle as
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right
behind darkness and enthralls.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
The moon creeps through the barnyard's busy night
where ducks chase bugs on top of pond's still face
and mother hides her chicks beneath the barn
with clucking sounds to warn and soothe them still.
A pair of marbles shift from side to side.
From shadows they emerge with dry mouth thirst
to trot toward the water's edge and drink
with thoughts of rabbit-fare a fading dream.
But ducks in statue stance evade their doom
as coyote splashes in the cool, wet pool
and drinks his fill before he hunts again.
The Goddess of the moon-lit summer sky,
calls forth the clouds to move beneath the moon
and hides the swimmers in the ripple's ruff.
Pity me not because the moon is on wane
Remember when was full lighting the night
Pity me not for thinnning of dark blonde mane
That has gone from beauty to cotton light
Pity me not for energy deplete
Now time to snuggle between warm soft sheets
What's lacking in energy gain in sleep
With love beside me snoring to same beat
With love he continues to look on me
Even though my moon is waning this eve
Brown eyes adore me_ his love only sees
Girl of seventeen with green eyes__ naive
Pity me for my slow learning of life
Where in places my gifts could have stopped strife