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There is a scar
On my face
Small, steadfastly placed
One only notices if they are this close
To kissing my soul
On my cheek
Below the eyes and sideways
Beside the bubble-gum sweet
Mouth, vivacious story teller
like an upside down
sharp angled half moon
The endless emotions of my sky
So attractively rough
It attacks the delicate features of my face
Allowing my streetwise beautiful
Personality
To shine through, I don’t hide thetruth
It’s as plain as the scar on my face
Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
Some days I wish it wasn’t there
But I always
Appreciate it’s presence
I won’t ever forget
When I received
The blow to my vanity
From a fight over youthful yearnings
Inside this
Is my learning processes
Scars hold history
I shall carry with me
Through tough times
Soft and easy, peaceful
To remind me
Of me
"The Honorific Bridge"
: by Suzanne Alexander
[neé C] Nicknamed missilverwood
In worth unmeasured
free wealth pursue,a sake
worthwhile. In comfort wait ,a
trio clutch, orbt fate -obliviously
unaware, even on hint or cue.Patiently
Await , unprepared the clutch trio só , 'ku',
ån honourable strong heart that graciously...
welcomes, generously give: ã smile delightedful,
declaring, a change in queue. To establish truthful
principles fused, smelted in current era. An aim surely?
Symbiostic simplistic relations emits true unification shared
cognated and capsulated by an identical,trio , on pollarded truth...obvious that this universal common goal harmonised produce ... a universal wealth already in practice proved.... shared from a heart peaceful , not a lie , ensures,equivalent
wealth for all . Not one controversial existent statement...
can decline such integrity in heart, mind and soul a morale,
Hence, wakening thé worthy hive arcaded.To wax the new way , arcaded years ago. With perserverence ,persistence and hardwork progressed from hands , the few. A song new - new bibs,baby cots ,aligns the varietY shapes sailing the home of the trio clutch. On stage a half moon sepset playing the tune Not an arcadian plot, isolatated
Honorific arcaved goals pillars, unified by ultimus.
Through perserved character stealthfully obtained hidden keyes reflecting some known truth to the guardians , bestowed and entrusted holders .
The Pendulum Clock sets Time .A key safely secured
form this ideal , not to steal not earned honor for power,
Exclusion of two main honoured believes- the witnesses. Maybe on purpose, and most importantly forgotten
Gods,promise when two sparrows sold for a
penny not forgotten,
Faith Prevails.
God Protector Presets
Planned these Promises.
Nothing
more
Truthful than this.
The more popular path is a wider,
more windy one. A bend here,a
nook there, surreal images to entice
everyone.And it's all about havin' so much fun.
You weave through a forest of barren trees,
having already dropped all of their leaves.
More muted colors now, these listless leaves,
as they lay scattered all over the ground.
During one stretch, a beautiful babbling
brook calls softly to all who will listen,
a temptuous melodic chant seems to resound.
"Come play in me..... no, better yet, stay in me.
I am yours and you are mine. At the very least,
abide for a time."......is it's echoing rhyme.
Around one huge curve on this path, one can't
help but notice an extremely tall waterfall.It's
splendor captures the undivided attention of
nearly all. Chrystal clear liquid cascades,
tumbling and rumbling downward over smooth,
cavernous rocks till its final resting place in a
glassy pool,this entire realm it does mock.
One very unique trait of this seemingly joyous
journey is the absence of light. Nothing reflects
much sun,it's almost like wandering along on a
half - moon lit night. Oh,if the star of fire would
ever reveal itself,come out of hiding, this beautiful
bounty could be so brilliant and bright. Yet here
in this place, it wouldn't seem right. It would cause
alarm, reason for many to get stagefright. Some
might even want to exit but would not be able....
try as they might.
I could ramble on and on about the abundant
sights and smells and sounds that tickle our
senses along Path Pleasing. Is this place
for real or is everyone just dreaming? But one
thing I must tell you that is important for you to
know.This expedition isn't all it's cracked up to be,
for it is in dizzying circles you do go.You just experience
the same things over and over again, guess that's part
of the plan.No real purpose or rhyme, just biding time.
Oh,.... what's this? Maybe I am wrong. Seems that
there is a final destination for those hangin' here.I've
not witnessed this before.I'll have to tell the others
what's in store.But wait....... there must be some mistake.
For the sign over the gaping, belching, black hole
simply states "Lair of the Snake."
New sedan tracked into the wet puddle on the sharp bend
Grasping for breath the engine choked to die splattering
Wheels crunched jerking to stop by the grassy pavement
Hitting the ignition time and again to revive the stalled car;
Lonely the road snaked up the mountain side into the mist.
On the horizon the sun fought back the night as it drowned
Braving the cold I stepped out adjusting my overcoat collars
As the winds howled to click the door close with a soft ease;
For the past hour driving madly I had not seen a single soul
Hoping to find a shelter for the night I was forced to move on
Walking fast I just crossed the hill edge to see a fire glowing
High up on the ledge as the trees danced to its magical blaze;
A half moon cast its silvery light on the barren mountain path
Stepping into its unevenness I stirred slowly climbing upward
Captivated thus I felt her move under the dragon etched skins
Highlighting my fear that the dream was bursting into my life;
‘Who goes there’ awakened me to the reality of seeking a roof.
An old man with a white long beard struggled to hold the stick
‘Come by the fire I grow old as the prophecy brings you here,
Take her to be your mate for she longs to meet her chosen one.’
Suddenly he grows wings and in a flash flies into the dark sky
Amazed I bite my left knuckles to cry out in the dreamy trance
Soft giggles of laughter vanish into a silence as the fire crackles.
Within shadows behind the flames bushes grow along the cavity.
In stillness the night grows warm as snow flakes begin their fall
Smothering the fire as embers smoke to grow cold covered white,
Pushing my self against the cleft, camouflage gives away the cave
I move into the dark labyrinth each step brightening the light glow.
Snuggling with in soft white furs I gaze struck by the blue eyed girl
Lips move the silence, as I obey her command ready to ignite desire
Under the skin my dragon etch goes crazy as I sit by her stone bed
Time stops, she touches her lips to mine exploding a burning need.
Aflame I burst in uncontrolled ruptures of ecstasy to fire the mind.
Belly ablaze as the body is ransomed to slavers infinite dragon fire.
Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand
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. . . here comes the m o o n
taking shape as a girl
her golden skin, aglow
peering through the door
and slipping into the room
I grasp her across
the crowded space
cerulean hair cascading
as a waterfall over rounded
c r e a m y shoulders
her eyes glinting as twin stars
are framed by a curving smile
that splits her shell-pink lips
as our gazes lock,
such a gentle breeze
that tease spring buds
her laughter carries
a sweet scent of honeysuckle
beckoning me to step closer
here comes warmth
a candle soft flicker
and amber flames dance silently
around the silhouette of her curves
shadowed with f e r vo r
winding through a maze of people
I find her waiting
beneath the half-moon
her hands outstretched
like a lifeline
pulling me from dark waters
our fingers intertwine—
her skin is smooth
like sateen sheets
I twist myself into
the folds of her body
as her silken velvet voice
melts between teeth like
sumptuous chocolate mousse
our parched mouths meet
kisses crash like thundering waves
drinking in the tart berry sweetness
and savoring every flavor of her
here comes desire
a flash of your eyes
a kaleidoscope of storms
reflected in the blue—
caught within the blue
swirling like northern lights
on a cold winter night
I lay dazed and amused
drawn to your smile
here comes a kiss
upon our warm, starlit lips
and I inhale your scent
a sweet, rare perfume aura
under sheets of rolling hills
caressed by moonlight
the river whispers
“drown in my f l o w.”
eerie silence at midnight…
walking through an empty churchyard,
someone calls my name, don’t see a soul!
tu whit! tu whoo…an owl hoots somewhere!
whooosh! blows the howling wind!
uncanny ominous night… I can hardly breathe!
who are those three abominable faces around a cauldron!
wonder if they are brewing some secretive concoction…
heard the witches need a lizard’s tail, toe of a frog,
fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog...
and more, to make their potion work!
a mysterious half-moon is shining bright,
spot a sinister castle on the hill -
reminds of frightful Dracula’s abode…
appears from inside, the silhouette of a bride in white,
holding a cala lily bouquet,
Oh my, the three witches got dressed in pink,
they are the bridesmaids!
No, no, no, I must flee from this menacing site.
I scream in terror, I stumble in horror,
I run frantically in the fiercest darkness,
not knowing where I am heading,
The three terrifying creatures darted after me,
they giggle, and they snarl!
How can they let the groom leave?
sweating profusely, open my eyes…
It’s dawn! I am saved!
clouds hanging heavy, but hear a tiny bird cooing!
November 5, 2022
"Writing Challenge - Unburden a U word" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
"Escape (The Piña Colada Song)"
Rupert Holmes Lyrics "I never knew"
That you like piña coladas and gettin' caught in the rain
There's a line in the song that reminds me of an attempted
birthday surprise I was planning for my wife. I was scheduling
'a massage', a Christian one I might add, but later had to cancel
because 'I never knew' that my wife loves massages, but only
ones done by me. Thereafter, I started scheduling 'massages by me'.
The song has a story line with a twisting plot; a pleasing
discovery that's not likely to happen in reality. Though
rare, it is an intriguingly awesome saga. I heard the song
again today, and each time I hear it, my recall button quietly
takes me to Half Moon Bay, where I heard such a beautiful song
over the radio for the very first time more than 30 years ago.
The song had nothing to do with me or anyone I knew.
But I was arrested immediately and captured by the story.
I have learned well that my bride likes Caramel Iced Coffee.
But I must say that after 49 years, there are yet 'discoveries'
of things about my bride that 'I never knew'.
My wife and I have had 'Escapes', but not of the
'surprise variety'. I nor my bride have ever had a
piña coladas nor do we like getting caught in the rain;
but I have always feasted from the creativity in that song.
073021PS
MOON SPOON
I missed you, felt sad on New Moon
It seemed you were far away
Descent crescent Moon sent sweet scent
to ignite my passion.
Ardent ardor peeped in heart
Half Moon showed her face making me zealous.
Gibbous Moon mesmerized like a ghost
Exciting dream flooded me on illusion
Overwhelmed on Full Moon rise
You winked at me with witty blink
to spoon my love on Moonshine.
10/29/17
10/29/17
Moon Spoon Contest by Kai Michael Neumann
Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
Levels of unease, an iniquitous den
Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn
A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral
that have no place,
Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space
Plump puce brushed lips affixed
Swollen browns and purple mixed
Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
Not unconscious but in some in-between state
Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek
An exit to this madness is what I and they seek
Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
" I Am MoonBee ... "
( Matt. 5: 14 - 16 )
I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
I Bear The Sweet Drops of Honey
and Wear Lunar-Eclipses' Rings ...
... and once in a blue moon
or in the final moon of blood
I will wax and than wane
... and ride tidal waves to floods
( Acts 2: 17-20, 21 )
I Am The Silvery Moon
That Makes Night Oceans Gleam
... and The Bee Upon The Blossoms
In Seasons of Summer and Spring ...
... and once in a harvest moon
glowing generous and golden
I gather gardens, like bees
storing & spreading nectar-pollen
Yet As The Full Moon Rises
and As The Bee Soars & Stings
The Brave, Little Bee Prepares To Die
As Moon Despairs Behind Cloud-Screens ...
... and Peeks Out As A Half-Moon
Yet - Still, Busy As A Bee
Still Reflecting Light & Truth
As Pure & Sweet As Fresh Honey ...
I Am The Crescent-Shape Moon
and The Bee's Honeycomb
and The Heart-Chamber of My Hive
Holds Moons 'Neath Heaven's Throne ...
I Am The Halo-Spotted Moon
and The Sound of Humming Bees
In Prayer-Swarms of Sacred Songs
I Declare In Moonlit-Melodies ...
... and once by a midnight moon
in marching scenes of sky
set as signs & times & cycles
& measure-symbols for earthkind's eyes
( Gen. 1: 14-18 )
I Am The Full Moon Rising
Yet Falling Softly Upon Seas
That Care & Colonize Like Bees
& Bear Messages of Great Kings ...
( Matt. 28: 18, 19, 20 )
... and once in a hunter's moon
in shades of yellow and black
there shone glimpses of paths & visions
where moon kept sight & tracks
I've A Luminary Lamp
Like The Moon In Full Glory
I've A Duty To People & Purpose
Like A Queen Bee's Story ...
I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
Yet, I Share Much Healing Honey
and Bear Many, Bright Moonbeams ...
- for I am the devout MoonBee
pollinating & polishing dreams -
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/22/2014
by: MoonBee Canady