Long Moon Poems
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On a rickety desk,my book is.
The incy wincy spider spreads its webs,
On my four-legged chair too.
With dust covered,for lack of use.
I'll be writing a test in days to come.
I'll get back to my book,
To remind me of things of old,
New knowledge to be refreshed.
My brightly lit lamp is on standby,
The silvery crescent of the moon
adds its own flavour.
I'll tell Funke and Obi today isn't for play.
Musa can crack his jokes all by himself.
Page by page,I flip through,
My eyes fully gazed at it,broadly spread.
Scanning each word with deep sense of thoughts,
Skimming in between lines.
With this,I'm sure to excel.
Beneath a sparkling moon,
she hears his soothing, mellow tune.
Unable to resist his gentle lure,
her heart no longer locked and secure.
The sweet melody instills a tender ache,
igniting feelings she cannot escape.
Thoughts racing... heart pounding...
her desire rapidly mounting...
She yearns for his fiery touch,
why must she feel such?
Mindless to any danger,
she has eyes only for the stranger.
Her mind, foolish with delight,
when his eyes on her alight.
His gaze full of hunger,
slowly pulls her under.
She yields to his temptation,
loving his sweet persuasion.
ALesiach © 08/03/2016
Shinning brighter than the rock on her ring finger
Trust thicker than those thighs
Diving forever into the depths of your eyes
Heels on and all the curves are real no warning so I had to cuff her at my own risk
And “love” has failed me a couple times before so I had to cut down the caution tape around my fractured heart, in order to cut in and ask her wings
can I have this dance
Then tell her if you give me a chance we can fly past the clouds
First time I saw the ring I knew it was the one just like the first time we came together I had won
She is my queen, my answered prayer
Please forgive me if I stare I know it’s the first date but I was so unaware that God was going to bring me you
I saved up two years from the jump; I saved the movie ticket from our first date to give to you on our last date
It was different and like they say sometimes you just know, and her eyes never lied, your silence told the truth from the beginning
I hope that by the end I was everything I wanted to be for you because you deserve heaven on earth
Yes it has been rough sometimes but you can’t get a diamond unless you dig through the tough
Yes I get mad at my boo but I could never stay angry with everything you give and bring me
You melt me to a point of weakness that is only strong enough for us
It is hard to do things without you now a day but together the world is ours, the moon, and the stars
Down on one knee for the first and last time
Never looking back because my queen is in front of me
p.s. happiness feels a little different now that I am betrothed to thee…
Her eyes went round,
Reflecting the moon,
The corners of his eyes crinkled,
Evening clouds echoed thunderous sounds.
He smiled,
Lighting her desire,
Her cheeks mellowed,
Soft and wild.
His lower lip trembled,
Stealing her kiss,
The corners of her lips quivered,
They held all of love`s light,
Until the morning assembled.
Her moon hovers the dark sky with delight,
She shines all day,
He hides waiting for her next kiss,
Uncovered by passions into the night.
Stars the only witnesses,
To their beautiful love affair,
They dim their lights,
Watching the man in the moon and his little misses.
~What God Has Joined Together,
Let No Man Put Asunder~
Vickie Thayer Poetess ~2018~
Spring Comes South
I take my pen in hand to write;
But what have I to say?
The moon is peeping through the pines
The stars are blithe and gay.
The night is alive with laughter;
The Honeysuckle wafts on the breeze.
The insects lift towards heaven.
Their assorted melodies.
Spring is in the South land;
With a beauty rich and rare.
Like a song in a solemn assembly;
God's presence fills the air.
It reminds of that garden;
Where dwelt the first of men.
I think of where we come from,
And where we could have been.
It is a time for a new beginning;
When all may have their chance.
The stars in the heavens are turning
In their own sweet cosmic dance.
Spring is a time for gladness.
When things are created new.
Death is replaced with new life.
Sadness is pushed out of view.
The Savior, a seed who was planted.
Dead, covered up in the earth.
But he came forth in beauty and power.
A Lilly alive through New Birth.
Spring is in the South land;
With a beauty rich and rare.
I can feel God's presence around me.
In the warmth of the sweet spring air.
I thought
by the rhetorical words of poems
I will ornate you,
But you wanted the rainbow colored moon
I thought
by the passionate pages of full poem
I will make hearty hut for you,
But you wanted a floating palace with pink clouds
I thought
I will make divine dresses for you
by the intoxicated lines of rhythmic poems,
But you wanted to wear the mermaid dress
Within your life's insinuation
I didn't find any harmony
I wrote poems for you
But now insects are building nests
in the old books of poems
My eyes sought you on your coming path
But now both sights becomes blind
I sang loudly for your rapturous meeting with me
But now vocal cords of my voice are torn
I waited for long time for your slight visiting
But now I'm under the unaided tomb
Oh, to me you didn't come
So, I didn't make any chum
01.10.2020 Chattogram
# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):
# You’re acting like a fool,
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless –
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it?
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught!
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #?
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?
And when eyes mate across the room
Keen focus plays consortium
Cherubic faces locked, embraced
Their subtleties are finely placed
In winks and fluttered lashing bouts
Drool lips and nods, avoid a shout
A tipped drink sent in gentle swoons
Of lusty thoughts above the moon
And radiance under the sheets
Where lover’s love to love to meet
And so small glances dance and flash
Across the bars to itch the rash
Both genders play their fawning moves
Each in their way they send their woos
Against all chance in darken rooms
a pulse of fire flies full bloom
This August night among the weeds
bar's bio-light, the lovers feed
and if by chance their woo is won
entwined they’ll be till rise of sun
A light made whole
the sunshine as it is bright
moonlight gathers afar
time spent
remembering the winds
the gatherings of the roses
all untold stories
until a future that appears
whispering, silent
time has gone.
Owning the responsibilities
life as passes through
relationship expired
people are envying you
tiresome.
Time, a not finished line
not completed
as birds are flying
people are gathering
Children are growing
secrets are not knowing
life of expectancies
trials and tests are submitted
Lord give me grace
in attendance
life passes by
the blue sky
the moon is a distance
overshadows of the sunlight.
Time has gone by.
My friends were discussing the cyptids of their home states.
I kept insanely quiet, for my own experience left me shaken.
You are mighty quiet agreed my friends, both of them Kates.
I hesitated to share my story, of when I was almost taken.
I was eight at the time, so it has been fifty-nine years.
This in no way dispels my qualms or my fears.
It was an August Iowa night, with moon on the corn.
When a man-shaped bat like creature appeared, all forlorn.
I was instantly paralyzed with fright, seeing his abnormal light.
It came out of his head, and it lit up the cornfield that night.
If that light alone had been all there was to the Monster of Van Meter,
I would have been more likely to have forgotten this masticating eater.
He was gnawing a small animal, there was blood in his teeth.
A noise came from behind him, it sounded like Satan beneath.
The end of the world, I felt, pretty certain.
For my family it might mean the end of this world's curtain.
The creature made eye contact with me, this man-shaped ugly bat.
I was so frightened, I could not move in the least, so I sat.
The searchlight that was coming out of his head
Pretty much insured me I would soon be quite dead.
The Kates were waiting, but I chickened out and did not tell.
I am still scared of this cyptid, sure he was from the bowels of hell.