Moon August Poems

17.9.2024, Tuesday,
Lunar calendar Middle Autumn Full Moon day.
The moon hangs up high in the dark but clear sky. 
It is so full and bright.
I must...

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When I was younger, I have often wondered
Why is the eighth month not called October?
Was geometry wrong 
When it named the octagon,
Or was this a...

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Forest fairies fly the righteous path 
When the sun kissed leaves transform at last 
Turning shimmering shades of red like wrath 
As fairy blood reveals...

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conjunction event
two celestial objects
are narrowly close
Luna elude part Venus
astronomical measures...

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wood nymphs waltz
fleshy dancers gay with wine
august old moon...

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July-August Perseids

a moon free dark sky
glowing ionized gas trails
meteors at peak
...

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Nature is giving its all; night is filled with stars and moon.  
The major missing piece of the puzzle is certainly you.  
Flowers...

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A different kind of love

Easy, in and out your breath
lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke
Siesta nap, a lazy Sunday afternoon
when flowers are recklessly nude
Breath, taking
should you...

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In the cooling from a burning August day,
I was hushed in the darkness,
before I ventured to fancy-
above my screen window was her-
a looming blood moon.
Of...

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Like the laughing lavender sky,
Reckless as the dark night who aches,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.

Blessing away silence, so shy
And, dewlike mist never forsakes,
Like the...

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Under the shadow of a maple tree,
Green as summer, wistful and praising
Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds
Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers,
Against blades of tempting July...

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the super blue moon
at the end of this August
have a so nice night...

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Rigorous sphincter ani externus muscle workout

Amidst the rubble strewn landscape ruins
courtesy healthy helping of prunes
linkedin to derrière issuing
melodious flatulence classical tunes,
yours truly renown buttuck blaster,
possesses...

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Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the...

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August, thou art not so kind
As the sweet soiree of May or June
You lack the patience that I find
In September’s hearty harvest moon

August, how you...

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