Moon, Light That Celestial Path
Moon, cast me into thy light
this is a brightly loving night
Disturb not moon's sweetly glow
spirits, earth to heaven go
Another realm beckons my soul
called from a heavenly scroll
Earth's lights will very soon dim
my spirit races on to meet him
Moon, gifter of passion's hope
no longer in darkness I grope
A brilliance now lights my way
gives promises of eternal day
Night darkness hides no more
light beckons from eternity's door!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-23-2014
note , This poem is dedicated to the poet
and authoress of today's Poem of the Day and
her poem titled:
Ballad of Mistress Moon, by
Eileen Manassian , which has been wisely chosen
to be Poem of the Day..
An inspiration both in her writes, her charming
ways and her great spirit!
"Time Heals All Wounds"
Time Heals All Wounds - An English Proverb
Created in Published Books for Adult & Children Versions
by M.M. Master Poly Crown. Authoress
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love invades enchantingly to capture a heart's emotion
revealing passionate masquerade in treacherous disguise
a treasure chest of broken dreams now cast into deep ocean
soon sensitive feelings shrivel into wallowing ash surprise.
scars carved within a trusting soul escapes to shedding tears
a sheep in wolf's clothing left signature of indelible mark
haunting memories abide as romantic whims submit to fears
flying beyond golden Moon to extinguish lovers spark.
an ancient adage of English Proverb soothes a fading dream
for Time Heals All Wounds eventually as Life evolves
yet hurt and pain insist to linger clouding future schemes
forgive the one who wronged you for love believes absolve.
*For Frank Herrera's Notable Quotations Contest.
"Ink-Spatters"
By Rachel Heffington
I'm a poetess, an authoress, a gal of story-tell
And I haven't all the fashion of a perfect Southern Belle
And I mayn't be the prettiest or smartest in the land
But I've got a world inside a world inside of my right hand.
Oh I've only got to grasp a pen and all my dreams spill out
Like a tea-pot with an inky-rinky-dinky sort of spout.
I have children by the droves and a husband with a nib
And my baby wears an inky-spotted, blotting-sanded bib.
I am Queen and I am regent, I am rogue and I am cad
And these tumble out my finger-tips onto a paper pad.
Yes I wield enormous power over characters and plot
And my duties: they are many, and my worries: they're a lot.
But I wouldn't change a bit of it--no, not a single line
For I think that being Authoress is really rather fine.
So I'll keep my ink and paper and my ratchy-scratchy pen
And I'll scribble out my stories till I come upon The End.