Long Moonlit Poems
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Daughter of The Heart (written from a woman's perspective)
When you wondered if we could be friends
I wanted the idea to make me glad
Yet inside I felt a twinge of sad
Part of me felt bad
For I know I cannot be
I wish to offer something with more substantiality
For I know our relationship has much more complexity.
My desire is to usher you towards your serenity
I want you to know I'm still here
Even though you are moving
Don't worry or fear
To me you will always be dear
Listen with your heart not with ears
I feel your anxiety and share your tears
Let me reflect back your strength like a million mirrors
For I have witnessed your amazing all these years
You truly are
my daughter of the heart
Always with me even when we're apart
New beginnings are important
I celebrate your fresh start
Knowing you are strong
I'm confident you'll be okay
For your happiness I will continue to pray
Navigate life's adventure
enjoy the music you play
travel on ruby slippers
Walk amidst the light this way
At night bask in moonlit wonder
Off beaten paths don't be afraid to stray
Shadows evaporate
night always gives way to day
Tell me about your adventures
No detail too small
For I will cherish it all
Stand tall
Follow your heart's call
Drink from crystal clear streams
Dance in the glow of moonbeams
Life can be the stuff of all your dreams
Lank shimmery hair flows off her shoulders
Cascading aloft sweet midnight zephyr
Alone she sits perched on seaside boulders
Under somber moonlight where he'd left her
Night after night she's at the rendezvous
Serene silhouette against the skyline
Amorously bidding her love adieu
Should by design the stars divine align
The twilight shadows hide the tears that flow
Deferring to cosmic powers that be
Prayers released beneath a live tableau
Akin lost mermaid lingering at sea
Love lost in surf leaving a soul in strife
Fate to reunite love in the next life
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on May 13, 2019 for contest CHOICES (PHOTO #3) sponsored by SARA KENDRICK - HONORABLE MENTION
and January 8, 2019 for contest BEAUTIFUL SADNESS sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 10TH
BLACK MONA LISA
Art renaissance, a masterpiece did appear,
A captivating portrait, both bold and sincere.
Splintering ebony grace, a figure so rare,
The Black Mona Lisa, with brown eyes and flair.
Her visage, a canvas of shadows silent night,
A drapery of contrast, a mesmerizing sight.
Her ebony skin, like a moonlit night's kiss,
Radiates elegance, impossible to dismiss.
Her brown eyes are windows to her soul,
They hold mysteries, stories we'd love to know.¹°
With depth and warmth, they capture the gaze,
Inviting the stare of all who occupy her space,
They look upon her and are undoubtedly amazed.
Some criticise this rarity yet she remains unfazed.
In a world where beauty adheres to a mold,
The Black Mona Lisa breaks free from the old.
This isn't the archaic Mona Lisa you all knew.
It's a rare painting, an artwork that pins your view.
For within her lies a narrative profound,
Such as resilience, triumphs, adventures unbound.²°
With each stroke of the brush, colours disperse.
Her existence, a testament to beauty diverse,
A celebration of uniqueness, a universe to traverse.
With her dark beauty & brown eyes that gleams,
She reminds us that art is more than it seems.²5
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Your words touch my heart and are
Embedded in my soul.
Could it be the young man I fell
In love with so long ago?
The young man who promised to me
His love his heart and his soul,
And as we walked under the moonlit sky
His words of our life together began to unfold.
And then one day that young man and his dreams were gone,
He left me with only those memories to fall back on.
After all these years he’s now back again,
And those memories of long ago greet me like a long lost friend.
The young boy from those years ago
Has now become a man,
Standing here before he asks if we can begin our dreams and life again.
I look into deep green eyes and see
The memories of long ago come back to me.
I know the young man I fell in love with long ago,
Needed time to grow
To grow into the man who stands before me
Knows my answer is forever with him is where I want to be
My old home town, 12 years old and playing in the hay
preparing feed as I waited for sunrise, that fateful day
The suns warm rays broke the dark crispness of my world
Just as if windblown leafs, the rays of light began to whorl
It nudged life, to wake from sleep, on this November day
Then painted my world in colors, instead of moonlit gray
Thankful to see the sun, tend animals, I didn’t disobey
I cleaned up, caught the bus, to learn at school this day
A simple, wonderful life, in a world that's about to change
As we listened, we learned our ideas aren't so strange
My teacher's and classes are great but, I must confess
we'd see movies, even watch TV, but not to an excess
After lunch I had history, maybe he had a movie to see
But, in class he looked sad as I heard the intercom key
"Our President has been shot, teachers turn on your TV"
As we watched tears flowed, it wasn't a movie we'd see
Learning of fear, uncertainty, hope and prayer I bereave
That life is like a roller coaster, on this day, as we grieve
My world and life changed this day, seeing life so brutal
Was it pointless to live free, an effort seemingly so futile?
I struggled with this many years, then in 1969, I choose
It's better to die free, than live in fear of what you oppose
A fragment of my life.
Started writing this for Broken Wings contest
but, I lost track of time
Inside, deep inside, at your window
Near the dim light and mystic shadow
Twinkle your moistened graceful eyes
Rustling leaves of moonlit memories
Opening the gates of many a garden
Sonnets of sobs and smiles of soul
Prayers fulfilled and prayers frustrated
Escalators toward hints from paradise
Calm cool cucumber slice on my eyes
Tranquil flames fostering faith and felicity
Inside I look and say what a universe
On the blurring border of light and dark
Nitroglycerin moments in a quiet refuge
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June 24, 2016
For the contest: Introspection – Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
The Growing Season
David J Walker
Into the passionate soil of our
royal garden
The seed is firmly and
permanently planted
Aphrodite Goddess of
fertility bless us
With the fertile dust of
Terra Firma
where springs all living things
created
four flowers of our passion
survive
and thrive with seed
of their own
in the sunlight of the
growing season
and moonlit June nights of
Abductive reason
—A Sonnet—
Come, consecrate my silence with thy sigh;
Lay lucent fingers where my shadows kneel.
Unfurl thy hush until the stars comply,
And teach my doubting pulse what angels feel.
Unbutton midnight from my haunted bone;
Pour moonlit ardour through each hidden seam.
Make every secret I have never known
Awake incarnate in thy sovereign dream.
Let thy gaze blossom through my mortal clay
Till every wound remembers it was seed;
Breathe me so deeply out of yesterday
That Time itself forget the word proceed.
Belov'd—love me beyond love's farthest art:
Leave Heaven homeless, dwelling in my heart.
If I were really rich, I would live in beautiful Bermuda,
Sipping rum swizzles and fishing for wily barracuda!
I'd buy a fancy sports car in which to cruise unbound,
And join the Mid-Ocean Club to play a daily golfing round!
I'd own a sailing yacht on which to entertain my friends,
Sailing 'neath moonlit skies as around the isle she wends!
I'd buy a splendid cottage on The Cut in Olde St George's town,
From there to savor dramatic sunsets watching olde Sol go down!
I'd dine on fish and chips at my favorite pub, The White Horse Inn,
Listening to quaint calypso music by the Talbot Brothers therein!
On balmy evenings I'd stroll Old Maids Lane and Shinbone Alley,
And watch the Gombey dancers gyrate as I leisurely dally!
If I were rich I would move there in a trice,
To loll on the pink sandy beaches of that island paradise!
Entry for Mystic Rose's "If You Were Rich Contest"
(11 November 2015)
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
It was the 1960's moonshots;
I fell in love with you I was lost;
While at home I peer through my curtains;
It's about 8:45pm at night;
Oh, I'm so very certain;
In my heart you'll shine ever so bright;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Through the twilight visions;
Star cross lights stars lite bright;
I feel the twitches your one of my wishes;
Ahh! such stellar delight my sunlight;
As I peer through the skies;
I see you one of Jupiter's daughters;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Luna you're surrounded by your siblings;
My starlight your so endearing;
Now together I see through your moonlit eyes;
Darkness seldom sets you shine;
Oh! moon you revolve around me monthly;
I'm moon blinded ever stilled by your beauty;
I'm mooned I identify by your crescents;
Mooneye by you affected by moon blindness;
I in vision you such a moonbeam shooting across the horizon;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
Luna I see you as a silvery body you're my moonfish;
You are the solar body that I dreamed for, I wish;
Ahh! my moonflower a night blossoming;
In the galactic shining moonlights you're such a sight;
Luna moon spoon light me up by your divine light;
Moonrise you rose up upon me belonging;
And in my heart I'm your universe prince charming;
Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you Luna you're my.......
Moon Spoon
10/30/17
Entry for Kai Michael Neumann
"Moon Spoon Contest"