Long Moons Poems
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Behold! the captive noble moon
What strange romance finds imbued
Fanciful ornamental might
So unearthly in its light,
Behold, a gown of primrose sky
A hue more darkened by the night
Each hour weaves its colours bright
The gush of polished vesper-eyes
Yet no star nor sphere of grace
Thrust in motion, held in place
Nor yet in all the wealth of space
Candent novas, solar raced
Hides the beauty or the trace
More divine than shapes thy face’
Tis as the heavens clustered low
And in a sweeping gleaming glow
Spend their glory all on thee
To be a shadow shaped by thee
Or yet in glittering so bright
A mere silhouette of eyes
And may she cast, O! dare she cast
With eyes of heaven looking past
Ife she gaze my soul is bound
As sure as fleets in oceans drown
In the vast, shoreless doom
Ife wave and tide do make their swoon
When all the sky is stirred
And all the whirlwinds move the earth
In circles to one gathered eye
To swallow sea, and land, and all beside
A circle in the gathered gloom;
One thought-like starfall chasing you.
Here all the limits of the universe
The rayless star of sunken mirth
Whose hunger rages like a man
What power consuming all it can
-the frosted, nameless little moons
Orbits which are not eschewed
Yea, no sphere! no star, nor comet cast
nor jeweled rays once gleamed, long past
Can mark the beauty of thy face
They are less-for they waste
I wish these were different times,
when I could write about pollen
and bee, when I could write about
silvery moons, and adventurous
pathways on uncharted romantic
sea --
But all I can write about is FREE!
I wish these were different times
when I could write of Light
and eternity -- when I could write
of my heart, of our growing brood,
the sole focus of mind, on joyfully
interacting~
totally content with treasured company
of my precious, evolving legacy, family-tree --
But all I can write about is FREE!
I'm certain Washington would have
loved to spend Christmas in front of
a cozy fireplace, with loved ones, safe
and secure, his fingers wrapped around
a mug of spicy holiday tea -- instead of
the icy trigger of a musket,
But all he could think of was FREE!
And all those who died at Normandy,
on Omaha Beach, in Okinawa on Hacksaw
Ridge -- riddled with bullets, bodies shredded
by mortars -- never again to hold their
cherished wives and children
just so those loved ones could grow
up healthy and strong
in a world FREE from Tyranny!
I feel like I'm falling…….
And there's no landing in view
I can't breathe…….
But there is no air left in my lungs
I crave love and want to be loved
But my heart gave out many moons ago
I am thirsty……….
But there is no water in sight
I feel like I'm going around in circles
with no way out. Wait! I think I see a
way out. No it's just another turn. I'm
stuck and I can't get out. Is this a maze?
Dam it is a maze. I'm caught up in
a never ending circle called life. My
life is a maze. Can you relate? Have you
ever felt like your life is merely a maze?
8-10-19
Alexis Y.
Let the sun and moons switch off their lights
I have no complaint
One hundred zeroes in my room
Let them shine bright
Still hundred pictures I do paint
Till I have my grapevine
I live in cloud nine
Thunder lightning or rains
In my vein, no pain
They gladly aid my poetry design
I had asked the spiralling vine
Would you one day stop serving me wine
She laughed a mile
A purple smile
Bringing out from my pen a moving line
Whenever I am surrounded by clouds
I rush to the smiling green sprout
Time and time again
It rubs balm on my pain
In me sunshine laughs aloud
As I sip my tea with an olfactory glee
Over the rim of cup, there stands she
In the sky, the sun hides to see
burning with an orange red envy
My grapevine and I keep up our smiling spree
In twilights, I say how beautiful you are
She answers I am sleepy
Please do excuse me
Okay we will meet tomorrow
at your green bazar
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October 6, 2019
5/19/21
"Darkness"
Often looking for targets
Thinking they're the smartest
And sharpest
So quick to start it
This world can be heartless
What the f*** is wrong with people
Why do they got to be so evil
Constant carnage
This planet and animals getting treated like garbage
2 avenues, getting out alive, or becoming a carcass
In situations that are dangerous, far from harmless
Regardless
I always got to do my darndest
As I go in the light and darkness
Energy and power is being harnessed
Underneath, occasional full moons and nights that are starless
Evidence found or swept under the rug and carpets
Don't expect success if you didn't try your hardest
Even then if you did, might have to try again, to get the farthest
These words mark this
It had the smallest impact or one of the largest
Sometimes it just comes naturally
In a world with gravity
The agony
And insanity
Mixed with calamity
And brutality
Yet another casualty
It's gone beyond a tragedy
Past the point of being sad to me
Makes me as mad as can be
In all actuality
It's not fantasy
This is reality
There is mortality
And too much vanity
As well as pugnacity
Many fast to call my words blasphemy
With far too much profanity
Has no effect on my mentality
I appreciate the honesty actually
I do have the audacity
I am sad not running around happily
Still doing my very best to think rationally
It was done in good will not callously
To help a client, friend or family
Imagine that
Multiple times got stabbed in the back
And was always laughed at
Never had a head start
Often getting left in the dark
Yet to find out the best part
You're either dead or aren't
Woke up inside a small house
Went out, to a land ravaged by nuclear fallout
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
a symphony of passion that will not be denied
chorus of whispers, secrets spiderly bite loom,
Notes ghouls of longing,
whispered through fingertips' glide,
Forever entwined, rise and fall,
melting into the melodies of heart stall
that crawls in a pit to fall through
With lips locked in breathtaking embrace,
our souls unite in Hell from the
clock of a hard chase
a tale ripped apart...
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
passions dance in shadows, at Night,
where secrets cannot hide to
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
Whose designs,
who tides a moons declination
to a different incline !
Whose moves sidelines storm-bringing winds,
degrees of separation
yet creeps the tears, of pestilence
remains to remain to tear us apart
with selfish arrogance, frustration
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
These bright eyes of mine that you see are not designed
for closing or for looking the other way when facing difficulties.
My folks taught me to look in peoples' eyes When talking to them.
I am proud of my gray hairs that you clearly see, as they
symbolize some painful times and toils of years gone by.
They speak of deeply rooted principles never to be forgotten.
You may see a few wrinkles, but my hearing is just fine.
And yes, I heard loud and clear what you said,
and I understand your 'whys' and 'wherefores'.
But I have been around the bin a few moons or so,
and you will have to have more than that to convince
me to freely hand over everything my forefathers have
fought and died for. You see, I know the agenda, and I know
the plan. I hear the bells and whistles, but I also see the hand writings
on the wall, and it's telling me that 'right is right, and wrong is wrong'.
And it's telling me most convincingly that 'right' will always outlast 'wrong'.
I know and understand history, and I have got to tell you my friend, that everything you are saying to me puts you and all who think like you on the wrong side of history.
060422PSCtest, The Pastel, Craig Cornish
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
the solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
abruptly segway 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
illogical 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 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
The countryside was silent as midnight was approaching
On the porch I sat content with a Brandy a toasting
The calmness around me on this moonlit tranquil night
Whilst drifting clouds curtained, and blanketed her from sight
So I arose from my chair intending to retire for the day
When a light in the distance outshone the moons display
One became two as they disappeared into the black
My mind so in overdrive as my thoughts now never lacked
Inquisitive as I am, I headed out to investigate
It's about an hour from my house, I hope I'm not too late
Many miles walking, trudging in the pitch black dark
With just a paltry torch, up ahead I see an arc
It appears to be connecting, to the two lights I had earlier seen
Once again my minds in wander, these lights are actually machines
They started glowing brighter as the arc increased in size
Then from the light two beings appeared, right before my eyes
Initially they were of ashen colour, skeletal empty shapes
They now appear to be shape shifting, like me in skin clad drape
Into the light they turn, revealing their look to me
Human form they certainly are, but hideous they appear to be
Before me stands a male and female, with looks you'll never see
Where have these beings come from that parade in front of thee
He who looks like cyclops with teeth that fills his face
She resembles a Masai woman, not really out of place
The arc now changes direction, shooting beams into the darkened sky
Now other lights appear from the black, it's time to wonder why
With care I head off home, witnessing many more lights a falling
If they carry what I have just seen, theres more to come a calling
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splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know
that everything happens for an unknown reason
shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow
and someday you will eventually know
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons
each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason