Best Mooning Poems
Driving through town just around noon
All my friends were acting like loons
Peoples jaw dropped
As they stood at the bus stop
They had just seen a full "moon"
Trotting along;fighting death –
with delaying techniques.
Chemo had failed.
Weeping Ashoka, how do I
name you differently ?
I may not see you again.
I am hurt, very badly.
Absolutely rooted, firmly
in autumn. My leaves were falling.
Pushing back the interface
between smiles and tears;
the trespasser goes to moon.
It was traditional,
garlanding the poet-
who had killed his muse.
Satish Verma
SUNSET MOONING…
Descending, the ever full Sun
Reflected its golden fulfillment
While a waxing moon challenged
The assured fulfillment of its time:-
Image this if you can:
Waxing moon—challenging the always
Full sun—rising and setting each day;
What a powerful allegorical message
Paved out of this journey home
To chat and relax on the day’s challenges
Of wishful hope and the stability of faith:-
Canvassing it all with the reality of hope
And faith—let us realize that hope is
What is to come—faith being of what is:
Here is canvassed the assured fulfillment
Of the setting sun and the risen moon—
In a waxing of what is to surly come:-
In the nature of the trying times, let us not
Rush unprepared but like a full moon, let us
Reflect the rising and setting of the sun
Reflecting the fullness of hope and faith
Guiding us to the destined fulfillment
Of whose and who we are in today’s day:-
There's a soft glow about her
Bardic feelings she does stir
She waxes and wanes with time
Has changing moods in night mime
Sometimes, she's bright and happy
Sometimes, gloomy and snappy
Her humour affects the seas
High tides and low tides do tease
Her strength is seen in her scars
She shines bright among the stars
Enchanting like a woman
The moon is nature’s lumen*
08.03.2021
*Lumen: the measure of brightness from a light source
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Is the moon male or female or both" contest
Just mooning
and buffooning
Covertly stepping behind the veil
Dancing and prancing under the new moon
Burning candles and chanting, leaving no trail
Dark, unscrupulous wishes coming soon
Now, laughing and frolicking under the full moon
When you should be wishing upon a star
Daytime you appear as an angel but when night falls, you're a goon
My, what a selfish, controlling parasite you are
Like a fisherman at his favorite pond
You insidiously cast your rod of malevolence into the night
Reeling in an unwitting victim's essence just for kicks and fun
The poor soul didn't even know he was in a fight
But this is no fun and games
The stark thirst for manipulation and control can be tragic
The Universe is watching and recording faces and names
Karma is the return to sender of black magic
that lunar night
glowed until it stopped mooning
so then the day starts sad
I looked at myself in the mirror
and it wasn't even me
sometimes I start by accident
to peel paint off a surface
it's a strange obsession
an agony
and only stops
when you ruin the wall forever
or the mobile
the skin
the soul
I knew a young girl
just a pretty face
who lost her mind
in outer space
with a celestial body
decidedly racy
out of this world
but totally spacey
not quite the brightest light
it's true (but what a view) and yet
when gazing at the moon
turned loony... a space cadet
and 'twas the lunar orb
(waxing, waning, new or blue)
of that there's no doubt
whose gravitational pull
simply put... spaced her out