Best Once In A Blue Moon Poems
Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two heavenly bodies most exotic phases of union.
On those, mesmerizing venerated nights, the new moon and the wolf moon in juxtaposition,
supercede the perceived notion of eclipses; when the earth's shadow devours the pearly moon, its unparalleled companion!
Contrary to the credence, they recline and mingle, into one in secret paranormal amalgamation!
At that spectacular moment, the blood of the luna oozes, turns scarlet,
and the venerated Full Moon turns into Blood Moon in unison:
when the earth's umbra covers the moon in its arms, passionately to hide pains of her bunion!
They have clandestine agreement, beyond the mortal comprehension to fathom their cabalistic union!
Although, once in a blue moon, even the cynical corporals,
turn fortunate to witness the epochal communion!
Deluded and hypnotised, they come out with their finite, shallow persuasions!
Even waning, the luna in all her immaculate purity, maneuvers the blue planet, her matchless companion
in various alluring phases, in exuberant magnificent manifestations!
Those rarest phases in rotation connotes their cryptic indulgences in culmination!
The momentum of the earth-moon collision forms curious rarefied condensation,
causes in its beloved's bosom, the tidal ridges, the ebb and flow, a unique phenomenon!
When the luna grows from New Moon to Waxing Crescent, whispering the earth to cast its beams for illumination
in diverse evolving phases from Crescent, First Quarter Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, Waning Crescent to the New Moon,
both the celestial- bodies embrace each other
in variant robes of orientations!
Their hide and seek, merging enigma, provokes the lunatics for musing bardic explorations;
as once in a blue moon merges the peerless pens to extol,
the unfathomed metamorphosis of earth-luna's metaphysical communion!
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A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
Every once in a blue moon,
I say " I love you."
I say " you mean the world to me."
I say "there's no one like you."
Every once in a blue moon,
we touch until it kills us,
we fly high,
we just stay close.
Every once in a blue moon,
I tried to hold you tight before you walked out my life.
I tried to keep you home and tell you " You're not alone."
But once on a blue moon,
Pain will not subside
and you will never come back.
Twice in the month (full) then we're blue,
I saw you standing alone, nothing you could do,
maybe by Moon River with your lips in a quiver,
on Mars the canal man said: Stand and deliver.'
Perhaps I could have been called 'Two Moons,'
in the last life - 'I haven't seen you for months,'
then accused of speaking with a forked tongue,
on the trail where a white man had been well hung.
There were long shadows cast by an eerie glow,
with boots swinging and feathers bobbing in a row,
the old man in the moon must have been white,
because no one else could have been quite so bright.
They say that it's not so good to mention Uranus,
however, she's what we've got between all of us.
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise,
infrequent, never, to his eyes.
The moon had never been blue-colored,
Ever and never would it be;
For it's not alone in the night,
Shining stars above make it happy.
Look at the moving clouds up high,
As you slowly walk beneath the moon;
Images change constantly in the air,
With amazing forms from each direction.
Even the powerful golden sun,
Though invisible after daytime;
The blazing rays of its energy
Make the full moon sublime.
Then we must be joyful and glad,
For we know the one and only true God -
The Father alone who's spirit in nature,
Or without bones, flesh and blood.
The Lord provides all that we need,
The food, drinks, clothes, and shelter;
Health, wisdom, family and friends,
Yes, even the breath of fresh air.
If the world's weight is on your shoulder,
God's helping hand shall carry you;
As the clouds turning from bright to gray,
You shall be taken out of the blue.
If the new moon moves the tide too high,
The Savior shall lift you up in the sky;
And if the sun shall let the rivers run dry,
In heaven, you'll never thirst and cry.
Don't stop to follow God's statutes,
Wash the red blood stain in your hand;
Though we're free to make our choices,
We've no green light to break his command.
As we wait for the new dawn,
And the Lord is coming so soon;
Seldom sad, waste not salvation,
Even once in a blue moon.
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
A solitary man was he
who shunned responsibility
and crawled back to his empty shell,
he thought himself alive and well.
He spurned an opportunity
for love in perpetuity,
instead his nervousness took hold,
he lost the yearning to be bold.
As weeks went by he grew, imbued
with loneliness and solitude,
but not with laughter or the joy
he well remembered as a boy.
He grew morose, and disinclined
to mix with others of his kind,
he shut himself away with books,
avoiding disapproving looks.
Perhaps one day he'll realize
commitment is a larger prize,
that the way to win a heart
is not to run, to be apart.
He hopes that day is dawning soon,
but, perhaps, it's like the blue moon
waiting for its time to rise
so infrequently before his eyes.
One summer night
Beneath the moonlight
I gazed upon your face
I was lost in a maze...
My heart skip a beat
When you asked me on a date
I wish at the stars and the moon
Please don't take my happiness too soon
Just like a fairy tale
In the cloud together we sail
My dreams came true
When God gave me you
But I woke up one day,
There's no more "you and me"
I beg you to stay
But still you walked away
My dream was shattered
I felt like a puzzle being scattered
No one will dare pick
A useless stone anybody will kick
Until I saw a rainbow
When I was hit by Cupid's arrow
A man who took away all my sorrow
And promised to love me like there's no tomorrow
Once in a blue moon...
I think about you
And I'll pick a stone
Will throw it away just like how you let me go.
when giving
cum come hell or
high water
my blood
pressure
drops my heart
she calls me
heart and right
from the heart
i call her
love
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