Children of the Moon
They go with the tides
It goes with their mood swings
In their shell’s where they hide
They nurture and protect
To a motherly effect
The crabs of the sea
They clip their enemies
So don’t ever doubt them
They’re truly precious gems
They make the fiercest friends
They’re loyal lovers til the end
June and July babies galore
The kind of people everyone adores
Treat them kind and then you’ll see
They’re the best people you’ll ever meet
There is something mysterious about her
for to others, she's not what she seems
she does not speak, or talk to all others
they don't see, in her heart, all her dreams
when she looks at the sky, she cries
for it's beauty.. never dies.. or lies
she's the smallest of birds like a wren
and is gentle, speaks in love, is her scent
but she is cautious of dangers, is beware
but can carry the stormiest wind, on her wings
and her love, is like softest white feathers
but is fragile, so tiny...so precious
she swoops down to drink in earth beauty
and all of its wonderous things
she'll not talk, but will go on continually
hears Gods music, it's love , but is shrewdly
for she wants to live life , in earths wonderous strings
like the harp , that it's harmony brings
she cant talk, but feels...everything
and hears music, it's then her voice, sings
and when he finally hears her, he see's
what he could not, or would not, see before
for it's a love, for her God...she believes
it's the music , in her heart.........................he adores
I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
where oceans cease and vaults begin
the wakes there roil in brumes of mist
and cheeks of sky are blushing, kissed
the face oft’ graced with features, yours
thus featured with what each adores
soft bats each lash o’er polished stars
that melt midst moony eyes … like ours
for beauties borne as thine shine bright
ne’er chanced askance for fancied flight
and should some others draw those gifts
they’re tossed to where the flotsam drifts
lest drowning cold what absence pours
they’d take from light what light abhors
and float there buoyant twixt dark clouds
their vixened visage swirled with shrouds
still - most looking glasses feign that grace
should god-skilled sculptors give such face
for women’s charms are poised and crowned
to swoon their prince where hopes are bound …
with wonders soft …
and warm …
and round.
Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
wrapped in courtesy
and generosity
a brutal predator
protected from you
by a code
to cherish the tender
and vulnerable
the shining knight
you give your love
the dark monster
you keep
your dirty secret
where passion flows
is not your choice
you chose, though
prey he consumes
princess he adores
vile angel
chivalrous beast
match made
in heaven
(and hell)
true love
Written: April 30, 2025, for contest by Oliver Mckeithan
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Scarce gift I've ever gotten: my father believed in me
One obvious proof of his love is that he adores my mom
Niftiest gift I ever had was from God—my Dad!
Verbs almost always start my poems
Wake me up, shake me up, dance around my bed until I am up
They are frolicking, laughing, dancing
Wait! Are these the verbs or my muse Trixie?
Trixie adores verbs!
They are spinning, whirling, twirling
Jumping, leaping, flying.
I feel their frenzy.
Uh-oh, Trixie has switched to prepositions
Her second favorite kind of words
I hear around, onto, under, below and beneath
He was parked on top of a worn satchel in Omaha
In the middle of a train station, so lah-dee-dah
Where was his child? He began to scream for his ma.
She ran up and grabbed him by his fluffy padded paw
I told you he would wait for me she told her astounded mother.
He is more than my pet, my cuddler, my protector, and a brother
My teddy bear is the one who loves me the very most.
He adores me! She told the other passengers, in an honest boast.
Along the shore
Wind
adores the sand, the stone
The Salish Sea
calls to me
I am an island upon an island
Restlessly
wishing
A gull in communion
with mountains, trees
Water my source of birth and food
Harbinger of ancient ways
In my soul such dynasties
free themselves
Only within the emptiness
where the wind exhales
are you with me
Forever
on the edge
Eternally
your footsteps left behind
though washed away
I see them
Remember
as no other could
Even though water brushed aside
the moments
I am the witness
Your cry imbedded in my soul
A starfish rests upon my pillow
at night when the sea
the Salish Sea
calls to me
Dream the dream of us to be.
The sound of music heals my soul
This for sure I do justly know
Have pure Grace from the skies above
Render me mercy with some love
He is a bass player so true
And heals me throughout with his blues
Will his fine show include white doves
Render me mercy with some love
My love adores his nice tunes
She brings him gifts and fun balloons
Is his music filled with tight hugs
Render me mercy with some love
the spring that
feeds the stream that
grows into a river that
wanders the land that
sways the valleys that
nurses the trees that
hides the lake that
mirrors the sky that
veils the night that
reveals the stars that
adores the moon that
brings the tide that
washes the shore that
awaits the dawn that
cradles the sun that
warms the wind that
chases the gust that
rustles the leaves that
rouses the birds to
sing your name so
the world may hear
the songs of Spring.
I am not one, but two beings in a single body,
A dance between a mature woman and a dreaming girl,
The woman calmly watches over the wild rebel,
Who ventures to the edge of the cliff without fear.
The girl runs and shouts to the open skies,
"I must live, we are not granted eternity!"
The woman feels shivers of terror but only watches,
Granting freedom as a precious, silent gift.
The girl adores snakes with their hypnotic skin,
And lightning that splits the sky with its light,
She falls in love without restraint, without fear,
Wearing pain like a medal of pure honor.
The woman, though she chose the land over the uncertain sea,
Remains there when the girl returns weary,
Offering warmth when the girl emerges from cold waters,
Together they share moments of silence and peace.
They meditate on raindrops dancing in puddles,
Admiring sunsets that paint the sky with silence,
In this dual universe, they find each other,
Living a fragile balance, full of meaning and magic.
It's Valentine’s
think hearts and
roses she said --
roses she prefers
so like herself
her own gracefulness
enticing petal scent --
the blossoms she adores --
think of rapturous nights
and Roman Candle dawns
such passion as hers never
seemed to need break --
entrancing patterns of fine drape
silk dappled with sunlight
beams of arousing romantic kneading
a second heedless amorous skin duplicating
transposing quixotic embroideries
of desire and forever --
like Salome she revealed all of her
beguiling fond nakedness
making instant jello of
my rational mind -- I will never
forget...vowed we would never forget!
Damn, where was that?
and who the hell was
I with?
Oh to be young and divinely foolish again!
Spontaneous me adores retirement
Daily I resolve to make no plans
I do not get into a car, I drive nowhere
My husband loves to shop, so he does the shopping
I do not do the laundry
I do not vacuum
I do not clean tar off the couch
My husband loves to clean, so I let him
I crawl into my turtle shell
Draw up my feet,
My phone is off
Outside communication is not possible
Unless I turn it back on.
I do that when I want to, if I want to
My time is my own
For me and no one else
Ideas take me hither and yon
In my world of imagination
I do nothing I do not want to do
Ask my husband
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