Moon Celebrity Poems

Written: April 19, 2024, For  Robert James Liguori Contest

Inspired from the Lyrics Gettin' Tighter

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It takes just one word to move the universe when you want to converse, sometimes it takes just one word to move the elephant out...

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Burnt sienna waves, laughing – pleasant days,
Full of light, seas infused with hope,
Soft sounds of roaring peace, still and cool,
Falling like stars who have mastered...

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When I die
Cold my body shall be 
As my soul returns to the sky 
Heart without no beats 

Stories being told as they seat 
In...

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Sauntering into the pub from out of the fog
the varnished wood paneling on the walls
reflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbs
in their Art Deco...

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Gordon Lightfoot was born on Nov. 17, 1938, in Orillia, Ca.
His first concert at Massey Hall in Toronto, encouraged by his parents,
He won a contest...

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Oh wondrous one
What have they done
We're stuck here in a rut
No Paddy's Day, to my great dismay
I'm treated like your mutt

Oh little boy
Fill your heart...

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Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and...

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While her garden plants she pruned 
Often unrestrainedly crooned:
Come her much loved month of June,
Mostly, when it far noon...

You hear her when rules The Moon
Or...

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Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.

I was a...

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I was an active and happy person, and had a great fondness for movies,
Like the enthusiastic nature lover, bears a fondness for outdoor beauties.

I indulged...

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The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow. 
Love doves in the air, fading into the sky.
Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and...

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NIGHT SCAR

Before thee have I bow
With a loyal heart in thy castle of love

Lower thy shoulder that I may lay behold 
Curve in, thy palm...

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Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage 
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer 
arrows aimed at...

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On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen
golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence
sunlight streamed in black and white...

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