As a child,
Like a grown up, you would put on my make-up,
In my heels you'd stumble trying to stand up.
As a child,
Knowingly, you played at 'mothers' with your friends
Each one using grown up language in pretends.
As a child,
Many times you would not do as you were told,
Capricious, stubborn as any eight-year-old.
As a child,
Already knowing that you wanted to be
A loving mother, exactly, just like me.
As a child,
Peas in a pod, we went through it together
Daintily dancing through all kinds of weather.
Time has passed, and even though you're grown up now
Admit, you can't hide sometimes stumbling somehow
like a child.
Misty summer evenings
Objects seem mysterious
Ofttimes challenging to
Navigate by moonglow
Melodies in the background
Airborne by design
Granting one three wishes
In the moonlit dead of night
Capriciously perhaps
Knowing there's a price
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
How capricious it is
To follow the tail of a comet
And skip across Saturn's rings -
To wade in endless streams -
Cloaked in ether's blanket
Of midnight fantasies -
Where I've other lives -
I'll never completely tell of them
But to the Pleiades.
Night falls,
the stars compel
--- and the beguiling moon --- ,
still, all pale before Her whims, good -
graces.
If the water can return, take me away please!
If the water can take in, it will never grieve!
Someone admires you streaming freely!
I wish to swap with you, then I can run capricious!
If the water were I, it would weep for sure!
If I were the water, I would never look back on anymore!
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In spite of the character determines destiny.
Life should be as colorful as the rainbow.......
Please remember you are your only painter alwaysssssss........
Of Night Ascendant, Soft Capricious Moon
Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.
Traversing immanent course with our God
Through appalling world, may we safely trod.
Throughout life, we our flowering seeds sow
Rising to dawn's call, its majestic glows.
Daring to deny world's dark temptations
Live true, within Light's illuminations.
Of night ascendant, soft capricious moon,
In life and loving- may we never part,
Nor dance to any disappointing tunes
Whilst we fly together as two brave hearts.
R.J. Lindley, 1980
Rhyme ( Wherein A Soul Finds Salvation )
Capricious, a long haired
Classical girl, long legs
Casually looks, eye
Contact, fiery young man,
Clearly hormones aflame,
Confidently walks with rose
Converse, fait accompli!
Entering Poem : Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Joseph May
2020/10/02
Senryus about those
capricious creatures that rule
over our lives - our moms.
Studying. My phone
beeps, I look at it - mom says,
- "you've been texting!" Argh!
Mom: "Why is it - that
everything is on the floor?"
Me: *thinking*... "gravity?"
"SORRY!, how could I
know answering your question
would be talking back??"
My mom can hear me
mumble a mile away but
can't hear me yell "what"?
Follow the Wind Piper
Follow the wind piper
Chase sprightly spring
Capricious and fickle
Hide from the sun
All the changes approaching
Trumpet the daffodils
Bright yellow sunlight
The robin returning
Soft doves cooing
Wrap in fragrance
Lilacs and roses
No more the scent
Of morning snow
Touch each tree bud,
Call them out,
With touch so gentle
Into green blooming.
Run after clouds
Playfully herding them
Into April showers
Soft rain.
Dash through cities
Down busy streets
Announce in song
The seasonal change
Dance through meadows
Fields waking up
Dressed in bright flowers
Of ev’ry color.
Smile on the season,
Free sometimes wild,
Hope born of winter
Now feel its joy.
Follow the wind piper!
Through the looking glass
An undoubtedly strange place
Gold doesn't always glitter there
On their glory days
Film stars are festooned
And paraded around town
When they fall from grace...
Even once, they're hog-tied
And thrown off a bridge!
Date written and posted: 06/14/2019
Capricious Rain
The air was a hot slap in the face,
But there was an errand to be done,
Perhaps we could beat the threatening rain,
That was dark and determined to come.
Suddenly drops fell in quarter sized splashes,
Wipers struggled to erase them,
The errand barely accomplished, when
Rain drenched we headed home and then.
Into the driveway so safe and dry,
The rain stopped falling from the leaden sky,
It mocked us and said “You can’t out-fox me
I’ll pour if and as and when I see.”
Capricious Nature Almost Missed the Train
shorter
quarter
sorter
porter
reached the exit shorter, quarter yard,
as soon as the porter, sorter card.
By: Eve Roper 11/11/2015
revised 1/22/2018
Capricious winds that
Take us away, can with ease
Carry us back home
Pushes moves objects
Carries flowers lovely scent
Partner's rain snow sleet
Can touch can't be held
Presence not visibly seen
Complex paradox
Cooling blowing force
Invincibly powerful
Surfer's challenger
Nature's friend or foe
Unpredictable movement
Storm's mischief maker
Breath of life cries out
Energy generated
Cycle continues
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