Long Moonscape Poems

M o o n is a rose quartz pearl,
     unraveling midnight musings,
                  glazed in...

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Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's...
easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020

Envision bucolic Currier
and Ives rendered landscape,
or canvas painted
courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade
(or substitute favorite creative soul)
how aforementioned illustrious artists drape
mesmerized amateur and/or

art appreciation...

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Oh dearest Alice you’ve fallen through my looking glass of reality,
Where rabbits forgo pocket watches, and vestment coats, hopping
Instead wild, free amongst clover evergreen valley’s lust!
Here dreaming child of enchantment’s lore, storybook charm exists
Within the...

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat...

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The humid air sweats streaming curls down the toddler’s flush cheeks like Fusilli hot from the stove. The golden ringlets cling to her forehead, bouncing like Slinky’s in front of her, blue-agate, eyes. The backyard’s...

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Mind Paralysis
               by Odin Roark

Perhaps our alter ego spider
Spacewalking the ceiling’s moonscape of popcorn paint
Will spew its silent tether,
Another lure to...

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Another concrete bomb shelter emerges, taking the shape of a Starbuck coffee palace embedded with the captive lure of free internet service. Like a crouching tiger on the prowl, this behemoth hungrily eyes the empty...

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Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the...

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You swam deep into the water,
but I was  too afraid of drowning…
we could have plunged together and allowed
cool bubbles immerse in waves,
gliding on love’s venturesome communion.

But I was reluctant, quite fearful of being
engulfed by...

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We were strapped in ready for take-off,
the engines churning all around us.
We'd longed for this moment,
but when it came we were scared stiff,
wondering if we'd survive.

"Countdown to take-off!" the captain roared.
Gritting our teeth we made...

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We were strapped in ready for take-off,
the engines churning all around us.
We'd longed for this moment,
but when it came we were scared rigid,
wondering if we'd survive.

"Countdown to take-off!" the captain roared.
Gritting our teeth we made...

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We were strapped in ready for take-off,
the engines churning around us.
We'd longed for this moment,
but when it came we were scared rigid,
wondering if we'd survive.

"Countdown to take-off!" the captain roared.
Gritting our teeth we made ready.
pushed...

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Grace and Solitude

Peaceful stillness covers me - wide eyes embraced when I see
Luna rise up with her pale face, with a humble yet simple grace,
That waxes large and then wanes, beckoning to clear windowpanes;
Hypnotic awe...

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the conversations are rolled into the corners
stretching into a fifth dimension
perpendicular to all points
this is where i love you
curled back upon itself
unavailable to the eye
the physicist’s graven image
produced at energy levels
no longer on demand
counterfeited
lying useless...

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Light 
Drizzles
From the stars
On mascara clouds
Of night, blown by a sudden wind:
From the city's pavement the skies cosmetic drowns in light

From the heart's cradle another Icarus long for flight
And cannot shed the weight of dreams
In...

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The Conductor
David J Walker

The low rumbling voice
Of the locomotive  reminded  me
Of my time traveling days from this to
Another place 
  another time
In space
That would become Mine as well

Where the young  sang...

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Moonscape
In the cemetery there are twelve thousand dead.
They fought and died for Paschendale.
Such slaughter took place.
One hundred and forty thousand Allies are missing.
Fighting and dying in a foreign land,
in a town that looks like a...

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Alma marries the Universe

All the planets would receive a special wedding invitation

Pluto, Venus, Mercury, Mars, Saturn, Neptune, Earth, Jupiter, and the Sun.

The North star would be the maid of honor
The God of the Universe would...

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We are all part of the political landscape,
And from that there is no escape,
Even if on the moonscape.

We do however have the power to change that landscape,
If we do not bow and scrape, 
But instead...

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One gigantic waste machine chews up the land,
Chews up human beings into moonscape,
Plowing all the atoms into ethereal distortions
Of one long violent scream of man against man,
And man against nature, and man
Against nature's God.

That madness...

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Scarlet, crimson, vermillion, and cerise
are dappled atop canopies of green.
And green grass morphs into a golden fleece;
as fallen leaves, umber, and tangerine,
pave a pathway south for migrating geese.

Coll Autumn breezes snatch one's breath away;
like Spring;...

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[indulging in mystical dreams of faeries and nymphs]

Bathed in the pale shafts of moonlight
they float on silent wings, barely
fluttering, soft as a whisper
as they hover inside my room.

Tiny gossamer nymphs snatching
stray moonbeams, flirting, cavorting,
crazily misbehaving...

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Deep down thighs, unhoisted,
what was there, harvesting the sperms ? At dusk
an inflorescence breaks into myriads
of fireworks, wrecked apologia,
interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod
to start the flow of bare grief.

I deserve no nobility, my moonscape
has...

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My daughter's ideas strange as could be
A moonscape wedding demanded from me
Would Lunar sites open June twenty-three
I checked with NASA; it wasn't to be

What now? said my daughter, awash in tears
Reliving some of her very...

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The moon, the ever-unloving moon
has nothing to say, and yet
we write sonnets and odes to it
and hardly one poem to the noble toad.
Gentle endearing creatures they are
and they sing freely and for free
to that uncaring...

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