Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...
Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
Hard working hands
that roam where they should not
Tuck you to bed,
tell you a fairy tale before you sleep,
kiss you good night.
They all hold different meanings,
they always do.
The moon is a silent witness,
peeking through the windows,
where shadows refuse to dance...
Innocent eyes of a doll
“Shhh,” he says
“This is love.”
But the pounding heart,
the screaming mind
This isn’t love.
It never was.
The moon can only scream in silence
The sun crashes in,
dissolving the darkness
but it never matters,
for the nightmare continues...
She’s there at the stove, cooking
eggs sunny-side up
He reads the newspaper
with a smile
Yet tears start to pool
as a timid voice says,
Why don’t you believe me?
The Boogie Man is real.”
September 16, 2011
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011
I stroll along an ocean's beach.
Hours past the summer dim.
Where is that breeze?
That sailing wind
to stir this summer still.
I'm puzzled how these waters dance.
They prance along this sandy edge.
Who leads this dance?
This mystic prance
for the winds will dance no more.
I sway my curious sense of sight
Two-steps beyond the sky of night.
Where is that moon?
That moon of might.
The pulling partner to this dance tonight.
Copyright © David Ranisav | Year Posted 2015
The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism,
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.
Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active,
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth,
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth.
Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure,
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure,
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm.
When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn,
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety,
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity.
Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.
He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement;
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles,
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.
His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.
Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects,
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects;
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.
The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates
The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean
Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju | Year Posted 2012
??I watched TV from 8:35,
Until I saw Stargazing Live,
Which told me about the dive.
It got cold and dark,
It was the movement’s mark;
It was phenomenal, worth a remark.
I saw the whole thing,
Until the birds did again sing,
I felt like I was on an eagle’s wing.
You had to keep deciding, goon,
Which was the sun, and which the moon,
So that you didn’t get a wooden spoon.
It was a beauteous sight,
Of natural selection’s light,
Which also claims freedom’s might.
It was indeed magesti??c,
So I will not test it,
‘Cos that would be pathetic.
Life is not cryptic,
So just accept things, bury the hatchet,
And don't create for yourself another wicket.
I saw the small explosion, but felt safe,
Because I was at a distance, like a waif;
I didn't need to have a faith!
Evolution makes me feel included,
In that transitional static, so fluid;
That monumental fusion, not stupid.
The next eclipse is in 2026,
So please don't get into a fix:
You’ve got time to lick your lips.
There was an eclipse of the sun by the moon in the UK on Friday the 20th of March at about 8:35am until about 9:45am.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
Curse the Sun for its demise
She was only seventeen
but so much older than the rest
She knew naiveté
She knew it did not last
She sold up on the girl
and gave a woman's glance
Then the world was a token
The stars bitter broken
She gave to levity
To dam the damned from running free
How dare the blinding Sun rise
She was only twenty-one
with more future than a past
She looked up and she looked low
She paced the present fast
Then the earth stood still
The stars became a thrill
She took from far below
Where nakedness and shadows grow
The Moon soothed the Sun's lies
and gave a glow of what had been
She could flee but didn't run
She was only twenty-three
Let her hear.
Let her see.
Let her feel.
Let her be.
Copyright © Mathieu de Casanove | Year Posted 2011
Man on the moon-
Why so sad tonight?
Do you see
all the world's plight?
Bombs are flying
there is no peace
As we search
for some release
The poor and weak
die of poverty
While others lounge
in the lap of luxury
Doors locked tight
criminals wander free
Living in constant fear
there's no security
Man on the Moon
that's why you're sad tonight
Because you see
us wallow in this plight.
Copyright © Elizabeth Gasperecz | Year Posted 2005
Darkness stalks the evening sun shadows flee
The streets, the moon and the stars illuminate
The night from their power station in the sky
But neon signs and florescent brights fornicate
Bittersweet sorry delight this is the majesty
Of the night
And in this realm of darkness come men with
Barren conscience cold there stories yet untold
Of visions quest and serenade and dreams they
Hope the night unfold
Some will speak with tangled tongues and fill
Te air with daunting sounds
But when the magic of a darkened sky spills
The fragrance of the night
Some will hear this tender call and from a
Heart where truelove dwells answer to the
Moon that swells
Bathed in the bouquet of a swollen moon
This heart now full of freed emotion plays a
Melody of unchained devotion
Love brings me to this place of hope
That man fear not the darkened sky
This prelude to the morn
But light the shadows in their soul
And so embrace the wisdom of the day
That we might see a dawn
Earl S. Jackson
Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2006
Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse,
You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day.
Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray,
Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse.
Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse,
You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way.
Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache,
Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse.
The collectors shall find,
Lost on a course in time,
Many stranded or behind,
Many with no unjust crime!
Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon,
Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon.
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)
I am just baggage to the world
Cast away and forgotten
An entire life
Waiting for something
Every so often a random passerby
We exchange formal soliloquy
Just talking to ourselves
Wondering if anyone really hears
They always keep a lock on my eyes
To desperate to admit sad truths
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice
When just quoting old adages to themselves
“Follow the sun,
For in the light shining upon all
You will find the way”
The same response
Every time runs through my head
“What of the clouds
Stealing the light from my eyes
They always gather around me
Darkening my life
“And what of deep night
Where I sink into despair
Alone and sinking in a world
Where no one seems to care”
They don’t seem to hear my words
Just keep ranting their securities
All the while shaking like leaves
In the harshest of autumn winds
I wonder if anyone can hear me
Or if I even hear myself
Can anyone see me?
Hidden in this cloak of clouds
I begin to feel comfortable
As my worldly self
Begins to drift away
Comfortable with no sun
To burn my skin red
Or to guide my way
I’m locked into a perpetual night
As the oppression of my clouds
Absorbs the light
Sun and moon and stars
And I’m left with nothing
But four walls
And a roof
And a little stool to sit on
I don’t notice any more random passerby
Just as they never noticed me
Just quote my old adages
Some god created just for me
“Stay in the clouds
A safe haven from the pain
I have no need
Of ever finding the way
“The world has spoken its ignorance
And has finally cast me away
I’m tired of endless clinging
And the guilt it brings my way
“If the life in this world
Revolves around an endless rhyme
The sun and moon and stars
I have better places to spend my time
“A room of nothing
No windows or air to breathe
Just a feeling of numb contentment
As my soul starts to bleed”
My conscious mind had made its final pitch
And it is off to the races
But I’m moving so slow
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
Before thru after
Deaths by three always follow
Crazy antics from the sick
These terribly true
Proven by natural ways
One act of full moons displays.
Full moons way depletes.
Taking human energy,
Whacking hormonal balance,
Both female and male,
Both differently but same
Each one resides in the game.
Full moon affects plants.
Without it, would not have chance.
To sprout, live another day,
Mother Nature’s plan,
Gods full natural design.
Beautiful cycles complete.
Sponsor Russell Sivey
Contest Name What Happens During A Full Moon?
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches
Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry
The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight
She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care
While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles
Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow
But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see
Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter
The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths
O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
Lost In pain like rain in the sun,
you are the pain and I am the one,
Today is the day we shall see if love is for you and me,
run away with me now,
for love is our strength,
run away with me now,
for pain is our way,
run away with me now for today is the day,
love is lust as we are week,
gain strength in our hope as we are to be,
I love you sweet darling of mine,
I can see that for sure as I look in your eyes,
as the moon glistens off your lips I can see your love,
lost hope in the world that we know,
who needs it any way since we got love,
run away with me now,
as the wind blows your hair moves silently,
as the moon glows,
when ever you smile my love for you grows,
together we can make it this I know,
as the water tinkles in the river near by I grab your hand,
and tell you good by,
the hardest words I have ever said,
I love you my love and please don't be sad.
I must move on to another life,
this one is lost and I'm loosing my mind,
run away with me now our love will grow,
together we can move on this I know,
love takes two but I don't want to loose you,
through the happy and sad we have made it my love,
eight months now and we have went past lust,
run away with me now for you are my light,
in all my years I'm the saddest tonight,
good bye for now I love you dearly sweet words from a thug,
I will miss you sincerely.
Copyright © Robert Gapen | Year Posted 2005
I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke
We’re playing on ourselves
I don’t want the sun
And its insistent heat
I don’t need the clouds
Or the people that I see
Wandering around like dazed puppets
Numbed on the drugs of old
I just want to go my own way
And to question what we know
The moon in all its mystery
Its quiet grace
Greets and bids me fair tidings
Hoping that something will treat me well
A lone friend in a world
Full of followers and beggars
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval
It can see me
Breaking out from behind my clouds
And shining into the world
A second sun
A light guiding my own way
Copyright © Adam Greene | Year Posted 2007
A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006