Long Lunar Poems
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Stepping out of the woods
Twigs snap breaking the silence underneath my feet
I see the darkness shrinks when the moon smiles
The light of a lover's beam, the warmth of your love illuminates
My thoughts are instantly wrapped up in your blanket of stars
Sprinkled across the Milky Way, glazed with honey all over
Lady of the Moon, you return to earth for one visit
Shadows fade when you appear within a circle of radiance
I feel at ease as I hear your voice fills the silent night
Gentle echoes rippling in the wind, it carries your message in a serenade
Landing lovely images in my mind
In my deepest memory you lay down your name
Once a long lost echo, now found inside this space
In the cradle of the lunar lullaby, you stand before me
Dressed in pearl silk satin, your smile, an ivory white
I become drawn to you, a lifetime of treasures in one glance
You are the mysterious beauty who makes me smile
Beaming beautiful in silver candlelight, I whisper your name
Somewhere on a cold winter's night, a lonely wolf admires the same moon
Looking on with misty eyes, a thirst and hunger grows from within
It howls a signal into the distance, searching for love
In a hollow valley, where echoes do not bounce back
Where starlight cries and leaves a trail of red fiery dust
Dampened by the teardrops of morning dew, the moon disappears
a co authoured piece by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lim
Unrhymed sestet
2025.2.12.
Chinese Lantern Festival.
Tonight, it is the first full moon of the Lunar Calendar year.
It is also the end of the CNY's celebration.
It is time to do something different.
The villages welcome the lantern festival.
Kick off the night with some spring vibes.
Colourful light lanterns are up in the dark sky,
They clip along the street lamps' wires.
People put up the New Year's scrolls,
In supplication for wealth and health.
It also extends to some family
To find the perfect companion,
For the daughters by the parents.
A pair of red Chinese scrolls,
Will be hung on each side of the main front door,
Only a poem/riddle has been filled on one of the scroll,
Waited for the suitable talented candidate,
To complete the other side.
The servant runs wild,
To report to his master,
Every time there is someone knocks on the door,
And write the perfect rhymth well pairing poem.
As the night concludes,
The best written scroll will be decided.
By the father of the potential bribe.
The writer of the best poem,
Would be chosen as the son-in-law.
The bribe and groom will meet for the first time.
Just like the show "Married at First sight".
When everything goes well.
The wedding trumpet's parade or the wedding's bell.
Will not be far away.
The brides had never interacted with strangers before.
The Chinese scrolls challenge was their chance,
To find, their talented and educated life partner.
This was one of many way of match makers.
This practice seems to change over the years.
Couples can be found on dating sites,
Not as traditionally and nice as it used to be.
Into silence immerse me in the night, as in a grave dug with whispers
magical that invoke the spirits of shadow, the bleeding phantoms of the horizon
ballast on the fairy folk dancing ritually, rags of lunar light,
bitterly imitating white enchanted hearts that betray your secret shivers.
Dowry of those who gathered in life flowers of mandrake and belladonna,
whole bouquets of immortal errors engraved in runes on jade stones,
like winters decayed in mystical vices like honey bewitched by alchemy,
the fairy tales that grandparents lie to us with legends woven from silver threads and wax.
The mirage remained pregnant with sons of dragons and sorcerers without names
written in sealed books, throws into the heavens sacred maces of meteorites,
like the heroes from forgotten epics who build from sacred mountains
tombs that guard hidden treasures, some bitter princes lost in spells.
With the name from an entire phrase of charm and ancient incantation,
that even the blue blood baptizes itself with water from enchanted springs,
in a universe of esoteric verse, where our ritualistic world
matters so much in fate, like a law that our sorcerer grandchildren will invent for us.
One definitive engraved in amulets, against death that haunts in the darkness of time,
pulling together a shift through clouds of incense and fragrances of spikenard,
of love to festively cover the destinies of alchemical gold and celestial mercury,
thunder of my heart - sudden beating of ritual drum in magic circle.
To make sparks of your tears full of radiant serum like the burning bush,
of that heaven an azure temple raised from lapis lazuli and sapphire,
my soul initiated in absolute mysteries sanctifies itself monastically,
to include it in wonderful divine services, always and your sanctified bodily pleasure.
And mystical ecstasy embraces me in temples with walls of black marble,
opens the gates for me with the golden keys of hermetic knowledge,
calls me back to the place where time is woven from astral threads,
and I remain elevated in the grave of whispers that sing psalms of mystery.
Dance of the wolf licking wounds touch
looking into her cold lunar face
chanting spirits under a full beam
Pearl fangs showing canine howls outwards
defending rights held for a taste of
Natures promise crowned brave soul beating
underneath a circle of white snow
bouncing echoes take away the air
inside a lonely space howling back
Hope your clouds upon a breath escape
softly one dove lands cushioned gently
catcher within this breathless moment
feathers fly singing to a flower
to warm the bones of darkness away
Night eyes strongly binding steel cuts grey
Forged under the smoke signals burn
warm driven deep breaths exhale outward
Chanting in the land of the brave ghosts
Escaping from out of forever
circling shape shifting winds expose dust
shadows moving voices encircling
mother earth you gather your harvest
strange murmurs from your heart born free love
Distant memories lovingly prowl
under the sky unveils what one fears
destroying everything beautiful
in the end we all weep inside hell
lulu tiptoes through orange berry skies
fluttering fluttering ever so high
hopping on pink cotton candy clouds
diamond stars and moon pie cows
rainbow tiara and butterfly wings
stealing notes angels sing
lulu bounces to touch the helm
spill the waters of dreamboat realm
laughing silly smiling sly
lulu dances in orange berry skies
thunder lighting slash and gash
boom and black silver flash
lulu shakes and falling down
frozen smile of a dead clown
soaked and bruised without wings
spark of light it so stings
lulu crawls into the shade
sleeps away the pain of day
dreams of fairies flying to the moon
where lunar bees pollinate sugar blooms
taste of sweet upon her lips
scent of dusk begins to nip
spiraling stardust heals her wings
bright and sassy lulu bings
up up with golden wings of dew
up up wings become new
dance and fly twirl and slide
open up orange berry skies
gypsy spirit flying nigh
into the blossom of orange berry skies
angst settles in
within the cracks
of darkness
as night falls
beneath the lunar rise
of crescent moon
its lackluster glow
reflects upon the lake
in the swirls of cat's-paw
as i cast stones
at mind's haunts
in hopes
to slake pain
as it falls
like soft rain
fulgurant memories
beneath thunder
of emotions
slam against me
in stolid thoughts
while i try to weather the storm
as it falls within
again and again
i see you there
momentarily
and feel the lash
of your tongue
in unconscious frames
of mind
i am tethered
on the edge
of night's breath
as it mists
through my pores
and day's break
as i bleed its dawn
in the folds of my flesh
i awake
unsettled
in the angst
of yesteryear's pain
as it echoes
within my mind
again
and
again
before
fading
out
8/12/2019
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
She came in silence where the cedars sway,
A lunar hush beneath the argent trees.
The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say—
Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze.
Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight,
The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far.
Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write,
Each step a hymn beneath a myriad star.
A nebula of dreams unfurled inside,
As if I’d slept too long beneath a name.
She left a lilt, like wildness in the tide,
And something warm that had no need for flame.
No plea shall slither near and stay—
For she lives in me, the break from day.
At end of this day of gratitude
for Being together,
Earth is Host
or Holy Ghost
or God or Goddess,
and we, Earth's Tribes,
Her mutually parasitic-subsidiary Progeny.
At dawn's revolutionary beginning
of this new cultural thanks
giving-it-forward day,
we,
all DNA/RNA syntax Tribes
co-worshiping our timeless Time
of Earth's Co-Communicants,
learn to co-operatively optimize
our mutually parasitic health
as our pilgrimage toward (0)Mega Point
of eco-consciously co-creating
conscientific Earth
as our Eco-Hosting Universe.
Earth as Gaia,
Solar/Lunar Progenitive Namaste System
as Sun Father,
and Mother Earth primally co-relating,
cast about RNA regenerative seeds,
ripe embryos,
decomposing and re-emerging
our PolyCulturally Indigenous Received View,
our ExeGenetic Business As Usual
fertile climate.
Religions,
and other cultural expressions,
articulating facets of this natural beauty,
co-gravitational nutrition,
balancing health harmonic octaves and fractals
of eco-systemic integrity,
are each enlightening commentary
on Earth's Exegetical Gospel of Eco-Logos Wisdom.
In ReGenesis,
are Solar Systemic Heaven
with Earth,
and Earth was without co-operative form
and dissonantly void of healthy value.
And, evening's Tree of Dream Death as eviL
and morning's Tree of Live as Polyculturally BeLived,
were Time's first self/other
longing and belonging revolution
optimizing
yet another Great Namaste Day.
In April of '57 the US got quite the shock
The Soviets launched Sputnik
The space satellite rock
We fell behind in the race from that very day,
That is, until we elected a President named
J F K...
Only three months into his term
1961, April, back then
Yuri Gagarin orbited Earth
Those Russians were at it again
JFK circled the wagons with the White House clan
Told 'em ~ America's got to win this race in the end...
Alan Shephard went up in the month of May
But as fast as he shot up, just that fast he came down
Compared to Gagarin, he was a monkey, a clown
Strapped tight to a board--rigid, upright
He did nothing but endure the vertical flight
~Unlike Gagarin, who manually controlled
his takeoff and landing, the ultimate goal
Then Grissom went up in the month of July
He seemed to fly nicely and pretty high
But at the end of the day
His near-disastrous landing
Clearly was NOT 'A-OK."
And by February '62
When Glenn orbited the Earth
Those Soviets led us by quite a wide berth.
Kennedy grimaced, fuming inside
He reckoned it was time for us to take pride
in our space program, to date a big bust
~ In the race 'gainst the Soviets, a win was a must
So he gathered his courage and adjusted his vision
Set out for Rice University, appeared on television
Challenging us, coaxing us, squeezing us, urging us
with this daring question--
so the Soviets wouldn't be 'purging' us:
Some people ask, 'Why?'
To them I reply
with all that I've got
~ Why not?
Then he set this agenda for NASA,
America's fledgling space agency:
Put a man on the moon before 1970!
~ JFK's proudest legacy
Postscript: On July 20, 1969, American astronaut Neil Armstrong,
took man's first step on the lunar surface
~"One small for man; one giant leap for mankind."
The Mauve Moon
After securing bread and butter
Inside the head the colours clutter
Music of the magically mystic mauve moon
Seeks lyrics from the lunar lagoon
In the head arrive curious crimson clots
You dissolve them in dense blue thoughts
Thought crystals seek lights from the soft window
Tender trance travels to thrilling crescendo
Peeling the skin of a soft banana
Alights aloft a charming ikebana
Picking and choosing the fountain of flowers
The humming head spends on hours after hours
Thus emerges your lingering hints
In my head I seek poetic footprints
Mystic mauve moon in each brain cell
Inside the neurons your silhouettes dwell
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13/12/2016