Best New Moon Poems
This Night Under Pale And Pallid New Moon
In sad moonlight I mourn for thy soft hand
for your loss, is more than I can withstand
you were my all, orchard's sweet fruited bough
alone in hollow realm, this heart weeps now.
This night under pale and pallid new moon
waiting in your favorite month of June
each gust of your gentle breeze a godsend
upon this eager face, hope never ends.
Come swiftly my love, eternity calls
from its golden depths, its most loving halls
I hear your sweet voice and beg your dear touch
no other treasure bequeaths me so much
as does this fleeting hour you and I meet
with prayer, I again fall at your feet.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To )
A chalky moon rises, from still air, drawn on
smooth, blue-black paper sky. A New Year's eve
like this, seems too calm to be real, to feel
nothing but peace; snow covers tree branches
like fleece, yet I am warmed by a fire inside,
wrapped tight in the starry glow of tomorrow's
promise. As this year's memories glide across
my heart, all the love flows through me like oxygen,
beginning with the purest breath of youthful
innocence, me and you, under a diamond-cut
crescent moon. Many picturesque nights
have come and gone since then - the me and you
now we - a family. Somewhere a clock chimes
twelve times, when your first kiss of the new year
wakes me from my nostalgic dreams, my joy returns
to the moment, a new year, new memories,
a love more real, more true, than the chalky moon.
On the very darkest night;
The absence of reflected light.
When mortals are asleep in bed;
Mythical creatures begin to tread.
Among the dark and ancient trees,
Only the skillful ever sees.
The tiny fairies begin to dance,
Among their favored trees they prance.
Water sprites jump and play,
Out from the river where they stay.
Leprechauns hide their gold,
That they’ve kept since days of old.
Pixies have the only light,
Their tiny lanterns burning bright.
Elves are busy choosing sticks,
Used to build instead of bricks .
Dwarves are seeking the best stone,
A useful tool they will hone.
The gnomes their with faces droll,
Venture from the grassy knoll.
Beneath the trees they plant the seeds,
Of all the good and noxious weeds.
The little imps are always there,
Making clothes of leaves to wear.
Goblins with their wicked curses,
Try to steal the fairie’s purses.
Trolls beneath the bridges hide,
They carry swords at their side.
Mighty dragons have taken flight,
Eerie wings against the night.
In the thicket, the enchanted unicorn,
In the cover of darkness its foal is born.
In the absence of reflected light,
At the darkest part of night.
On night of the new moon,
These creatures caste a magical rune
Through the years the lore of old,
Became the story forever told.
y
Tonight a new moon appears in the sky
barely visible to the naked eye
Yet in fourteen nights it will wax complete
pools of reflected sunlight at our feet
Gradually then, it will wane again
as passions dim in the heart of man
Israel marks her time by the calendar of the moon
Passover falls on the 15th of Nissan every year
~ Hear the cry of the lamb, the song of the loon
In orbit around a distant sphere
An unknown moon will soon appear
Lined with streaks of blue
The warmth of friction,a blanket of gas
Will cling to the surface, held tight by its mass
All we thought we knew
Will be consumed by what is known
The Joyous truth, we're not alone
Time will come to tell
No diplomat will need be sent
To its home bye the geological vent
They'll have but a single cell
the end draws near
on another year
yet the new moon shines clear
12/29/21
NEW MOON RISING
Arise the splendid evening of the ancient moon.
It comes to hold a limpid crescent in it's arms.
Then delicately sails within the hot night's song,
and rides a wave it found in June's neglected tunes.
A brilliant shard to witness two metallic orbs,
that shyly flirt in symphonies of cosmic light.
That Jupiter and Venus will dance a pas de deux,
and the new moon rising accompanies their flight.
Glimpse a cheshire grin upon the moon to smile at Earth,
And to hold two planets in its withered smirk.
Then to pass beneath their fated rendezvous,
and expose their secret lair from hiding there .
If crescent arms can hold an old moon taut and high,
Then cheek to cheek let Venus waltz with god of sky.
-Edlynn Nau
June 18, 2015
New Moon
Ships once moved on calm blue rolling oceans
Carried by tidal forces and winds in gentle motions
Lands and seas bordered one another peacefully
Once the orbits of the worlds turned in tranquility
Now the seas scramble in strange angles to the sky
Fight like warriors on the horizon as they rise
Waters reach thousands of feet high to cover continents
At first we thought conspiracy, a plot by Communists
Ever since the new moon arrived from outer space
To join our other one rotating in its place
Earth just isn't the same old place of peace and order
Doomsday is right around the corner
That giant wall of water heading toward you is a tsunami
You had better say your prayers and call your mommy
(I still think this is the consequence of Putin and the commies.)
New moon
New leaf
New sorrow
New grief
New pain and suffering
Never ending, never dying
Not a soul, not a sinner
Never wishing, never crying
Now a time, then a place
First a heart, then a spade
Next of kin, next in line
Never being, never made
Not to be mistaken for
Not to be forgiven from
Never to be damaged for
Banished to or driven from
Take my hand, take it now
Take it while you can
Take your time forever
Help me understand
Take it to the smithy
He'll bash it out for you
Take your heart to Hylda
She'll bare it on the wall
Take it to the jester
He'll figure out the gist
Who can see your mind
Who can hear your fist
Take it home to Linah
She'll box it up for you
Serve it to you backwards
Send you to the zoo
New moon never rising
New leaf never dying
New sorrow never sown
New grief never known
Take your mother by the hand
Touch her soft and gentle soul
Touch your brother, take his hand
Take his burden, feel him stand
Dear Linah, sweet goddess
Please tell me, is it you?
Catch the breeze, catch the wave
Feel your heart drift away
NEW MOON SPELL
in the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou voodoo
is alive and well...
Calling on fire, wind, earth
and water in the shadow of
the torch lights as the
dance of the dead is danced
caught up in a trance like
frenzy, the high priest reads
from the book of rites and
invites the spirits to breath
from our cup of life...
Three times the power
of three and this month is
the perfect month as Jupiter
trines Aries...
As the dance of the dead
is danced around the
sacred crystals, ancient
skulls and the brewing
cauldrons and I know these
things all too well...
In the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou every time
the moon is new you can hear
the distance drums beating
to a voodoo ceremony as
A NEW SPELL rings out
through the night hauntingly!
New York's brighter than any other state, country, or capital.
Please take my word
on
it, but please be warned - I don't know what "it" is.
I see the lights and I think I'm
on
the sun - just chilling and recharging my juice.
I'm no energizer bunny, but any time I see New York I feel like everything has to flow.
Bright lights even when the cameras flash,
on
second thought, they're even bright when you turn the light off.
I don't represent, but I'm
on
the balcony taking in the fresh air and the lights remind me of last year.
I'm different in a sense, like I'm
on
a UFO - getting ready to take over my inconsistent life like a New Moon.
New York City
night time
mountain path---
at every turn
a new moon
She calls me God and damns me nightly
As we exchange deep sighs and moans
I'm the father of Orgasms and Creations
The moans of a beastly release
She's Mother of every Desire
Match of my fires
explosion galore
From the steamy release
She knows just how to
Please and tease into
Full submission
Conquest and mission
The last gasp of breathe
Only to inhale life
From a river that flows
Towards me
She and I
Exchanged Souls
In the Heat of passions
Life giving Life
In and out
Rhythm and stroke
Lost in the Universe
Of Locking Eyes
Clasping hands
Holding on for
Dear Life
Wetting my Desire
Speaking deeply without
Words
The Magic of Sex that's
Niagara wet
Somewhere East of
Eden Corner to Corner
Walls and all
The Event Horizon
Of A vertical
And Horizontal Dance
Feeding from the
Elixir
We exchanged Life
Thru Soul Music
Our Love
Magic and Ritual
Ancient power
By the
New Moon and fire
In to Deep
Our Sexual Testimonies
pluralisms
No time for sleep
Her Boaz Pillar
Just the right angle
90° Pleas
Please and Tease
Orally she stroked
As I gave her soul confessions
In Every Damn Language
Tongue Speaking
As she downed her babies
Cooling the heat from
The night.
Kevin Guru©2016
New Moon Groove
Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon
He saw in himself, door into the dark.
An empty house with wicked black windows.
Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark,
lightning caged there for use by brave heroes.
Death, that odd illusion he did deny,
why give it power and leeway too soon?
Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie,
angry shots at the bright howling new moon.
Had he traveled on after others died?
Invincible to the pain of death's bite,
immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied.
Blind in misery, never wanting sight!
He saw himself, a man with no real home.
A shadow destined this bleak world to roam.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016
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how about the lightening bugs
aren't out tonight
i stare into the darkness
for just a glimpse of one
the tall shadowy trees
under starlights does twinkle a little
with sparkles of light
i imagined they are fire bugs
but, I know it's not them
just wishful thinking on my part
realizing the full moon no longer shines
so bright through my den's window
the new moon is out tonight
and the only things shining bright
is the stars i wonder about
that forms andromeda and pegasus