Long Naturemoon Poems
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Acciaccatura
And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass
Of my soul
Stalking the alabaster moon
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream
Cutting through crests
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise
The prow our ship a searching
Arch-ed carrying the whispered will
Of wishings an ambition to our hearts
Pursuing the alchemy of the moon
Leaping from the shoals
A single white rose this beacon to follow
The mariners we of her phantasmal
Blown by the hunger in blood and breath
Drifting in the calm thunder tethered to a single kiss
Full of stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turns the hourglass
Of my soul
The ghost in our throats calling
Seducing answers to the lamplet
Painted faces of splendour in her horizons distant
She softly sings us closer
Passage through the veils
Drawing on this our meandering ark
An endless ribbon of red flows behind
The vein of each passing quest
As this ship awash the glinting semblance of her face
I have chosen like my brothers, my sisters; to be the seafarer
To search her shadow
Pursue the alabaster moon
Her pale gentle hand
Filled with stars and the land
Turns the hourglass of my soul
Isis the light and by Dianna named
Magdalena’s rose of mystery proclaimed
The witchcraft of the feminine
Thus the sail-ed cutter of waves and dreams
Embarked
Billowed on clouds
The diamond sea we gather
Compass point to reflection
The full moon risen alabaster
Her pale gentle hand
Filled with stars and the land
Turned the hourglass of my soul
(Acciaccatura; An ornament note that is one half step or one whole step below a principal
note and is sounded at the same time as the principal note, adding dissonance to a
harmony. a note in a music deliberately played out of key )
The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets
Think of life, the cycle of
How radiation can support life, enough heat to
Ensure a stable self sustaining system.
Something like our RA, peasants producing
Under this celestial god. He may be dull at times, but
Never far from active.
Rising to all inhabitants.
Imitated by many, but none can capture
Something so surreal. For many hours
Everything thrives into productivity only to
Soon fade.
Telescoping images of you in the night
How warm is your glow soft blue white
Ever circling the world we call home
Master of revolution, elliptical, precise
Omnipresent, effervescence
Orb of the night, silent in flight
Never failing, glowing light
Shimmering beauty, through magnified eye
Emitting a wondrous, magnificent sight
Torched your surface, by meteor showers
Shine again tomorrow, I'm forever yours
This poem is written in the Acrostic style by father and son..
SUN written by son, MOON written by father
2009...........Jared Pickett and Richard Pickett
The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night
His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife
Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace
Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin
Halo membranes caress her soul
While he claims little to extol
He’s locked away from that embrace
Like a buckle upon her waist
Sequestered on his lofty perch
He ponders how to end his lurch
He tries to shake his mantle free
So he can float with meek debris
Just as he starts to drift away
He hears whispers begin to play
Prayers hailing romance twist his ear
Until he melts away from fear
Maybe those folks below can see
Just how lonely the moon can be
Words purify to help him heal
His love for her shall make him real
As the sun begins its journey
Darkness overtakes the light
The moon wakes from its slumber
As it ushers in the night
The sun gives up its glorious hold
As the moon begins to rise
The pinkish glow of defiance
As they battle to own the skies
But the moon remains persistent
In its quest to gain control
While the sun looks for a resting place
To hide its radiant glow
The moon becomes impatient
And calls for the stars to appear
The sun is growing weary
For it knows its time is near
The stars reflect the moonlight
As the sun is seen no more
Each night, this battle rages
Just like the one before
The sun returns at dawn
To reclaim its rightful place
But the moon will rise at nightfall
As the sun sets in disgrace
Out next to the weeping willow
Half-full moon still shines in early morn
Amazingly the glow gets brighter
As the sun on the horizon rises
But the sun earlier was shrouded
Obscure because of the fog and mist
The birds did not seem to mind at all
Their chirping was very shrill and brisk
The sun rises over the horizon
In a fireball of red- red this day
As the sun appears everything
Seems to speedily move on their way
The clear light that is on the moon now
Much brighter with a glow that's silver
There's an aura on the very edge
That reveals it is time to go soon
Time for me to go as well as moon
Duty calls...responsibility
The chores of the day to care for home
To see my families' needs are met
Desperate Moonlight
Shining down upon
Upon faces full of unhappiness
And smiles that have withdrawn
Man on the moon never frowns
For he is forever frozen in time
With a wink from his half moon
Happiness no one can deny
Sitting outside a dark window
A child timidly awaits
Waiting for the moon to shine down
And show his undeniable fate
Happiness is certain while the moon shines down
Not an unhappy face to be showing
Not a frown to be found
Desperate Moonlight seeks out
For its time is not long
Slowly gliding above the stars
Getting ready to leave before dawn
Desperate moonlight disappears
With no promises to be seen again
Unhappy faces keep waiting
To see that man on the moons happy grin
New moon outside my bedroom window,
Restless and unable to sleep.
Another new cycle begins,
I’m wide awake, drinking it in.
Silver glow fills my bedroom,
Shadows are cast by moonlight.
Outside the world is quiet,
Not a sound to mar this night.
All thoughts of sleep are forgotten,
Tiredness instantly gone.
As if lured, I stand at my window,
Drinking in the beauty of the night.
Taking a long deep breath,
I then sigh contentedly.
Smiling til my nose crinkles,
Feeling a deep sense of peace.
I return once more to my bed,
Leaving the curtains open wide.
The glow of the moon on my duvet,
I know I shall not sleep this night.
©.L.Kelly