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“The wind rides in solitude
In her diaphanous delight.
Her skirts brush eternity
To gather the stars of night.”
Forever the stars she gathers
will magically move in the sky.
Their dance is the style of Glitter-bug
as they shimmy till morning is nigh.
The man in the moon watches them.
You’ll see how brightly he glows
to see those shimmying stars
on nights when his full face he shows.
And we, the witnessing earthlings,
whose eyes on the night’s sky gaze,
can more than just view the beauty
of nature’s most wondrous ways.
We also can live the wind’s joy
as her skirts among the stars twirl,
for her talents extend to valleys and hills.
Over all the world she can whirl.
Poets, look up to the heavens.
With imagination embrace
the dance of the stars in the heavens
while feeling the wind on your face.
May 5, 2021 (using Stanza 4 given by Joseph May for my first stanza)
For Joseph May's Choose Your Form Poetry Contest
For the 'ALL YOURS (JUN 1)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape
Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares
Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl
Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry
I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light
Rispetto for Selene
(What Makes the Moon Glow)
Goddess Selene, her full face milky white,
rises from the ocean, the Radiant One.
A chariot she rides in the sky of night,
while her thoughts are on her dear *Endymion.
So he’d never die, this man, Selene’s love,
must sleep forever, dreaming of her above.
She comes and lies with him, but he doesn’t know
the dream is real and their passion makes her glow!
*In mythology, Endymion (en-dim-ee-uhn) was a
very handsome shepherd who fathered 50 of
the Goddess Moon's Children (all while in his sleep!!).
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's
INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY Poetry Contest
Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance
Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out
Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure
Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete
She opened the door and tiptoed in,
golden luscious hair, tossed to spin,
her legs were naked,longer on heels,
Here she was with my evening meals!
Blue eyes smiling behind black lashes,
Mask on face and shoe without laces!
She adjusted bed to serve me food,
For man of romance, so far so good!
She poured me water, from a bottle,
My heart was going at full throttle!
Her perfume put my mind in a trance
Every bit of me was up for romance!
Some evening she brought me a treat!
My high fever was all from love heat!
one day she slowly took off her mask,
poured me coffee from thermos flask,
That was the day I saw her full face,
her smile was running out of space.
From that day on, mask she never wore,
With every smile I was in love even more!
fever came down, the bill was high,
I left the hospital with a deep sigh!
Now I wander in thunder and in rain
So I can get sick and go back again!
Written 21/07/2020
Premier competition winner
10 to 20 lines on Mask
Sponsor Mohan Chutani
Looking divine a picture goddess
jewels crowning gems sparkling magic
shining beautiful moon princess dazzling light
At a regal glance priceless cut, shines out diamond
silver ivory full face over and back
we dance into the milky way to paradise
In silver shadows we kiss holding sweetly our love
our souls sparkle together amazing dreams shine
this picture forever lives in the mind one treasure
Most adoring of all queens gracious
sweetheart I pray soon one day we will always
be together all I ever want to do deeply
Is make you smile embraced with happiness
its dark here alone shining in all dreams
Light of a thousand stars halo shine around you babe
Silken ribbons whisper tenderly soft
in every thought a warm breeze sails
Silently this boat to you on golden waves
Only if you wish darling
one in a thousand dreams that come true
you're the sweet night in gale singing inside always now in your tune
I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears
His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift
Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy
FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by Alexis Y
12/04/20
Many women feel they have lost themselves, either during pregnancy, postpartum, or maybe in the process of raising their children. We used to go have fun and do whatever we pleased, not worried about consequences. We used to wear clothes that showed off our bodies without hesitation or not leave the house without a full face of makeup. We used to be down to have fun anytime day or night no matter the hour. Now we take care of a house and family, worrying about getting everyone else squared away. Now we dress in whatever is fast, hiding the imperfections under baggy clothes just to feel comfortable. Makeup is never a thing unless it’s a special occasion or funeral. Now we have fun maybe twice a month if we are not too touched out by day's end. Never did I think I would have to schedule that quality time. You might not look the same. You might not feel the same. But keep pushing forward, I promise it will get better.
Love, your future self.
Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;
big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;
father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger
that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer
straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;
butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;
slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to a blurred
flying fur on shriek tour that dog crashed with claws bore;
clawed dog wailed and bailed, dragging tail out wee dog
door where he ran to distance pain until a looper
stopped his scooter – close by was one giant cougar;
too pooped to care, tired dog flopped right then and
right there; dog closed eyes, cougar cleared throat, then
croaked, ‘Hey, Lassie, are you insanely blind to cougar
claw lugers?’; dog moaned, ‘A quick cougar corker beats
home murder.’
The night crawls in, with large circling rings of smokes, diffusing.
Measuring moments in time, needed to cover up your full face.
The lonely lady on the moon is still stuck with her crafting machine.
Poetry, in my mind, cries out loud, with all curses of old Babylon.
The mysterious angels of Babylon with all prohibitions to venture.
With all depression, I was observing the glowing sun in the night sky, determined.
Poésie de ma vie! Why such a rush to lift the veil of uncertain? Why such a hurry?
I saw the lady again with mystic tears in her eyes;things must be hard on her too!
She never learned to abandon the love into oblivion,or truth of the night before
Perhaps, she will look into the eyes of those forbidding voices, soon!
As, not all circles are promised to wipe out some squares in life, seemingly.
And I heard the night whispering to me," I'm just getting started!"