Long Naturenight Poems
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Tonight, the moon shall display a dim light
For those who shall explore the night
Explorers beware...
For you approach the night's lair...
Slowly, the sun begins to dim the sky's glow,
while the moon appears as the last string of hope...
Explorers step into the night's jungle,
with the moon by their side...
Tonight, the moon shall display a dim light
For those who shall explore the night
Explorers beware...
For you approach the night's lair...
Crunch! Crunch! was the song
of the leaves beneath the explorers' foundation...
Khaa Pish! Khaa Pish! was the sound
of the mountains' snoring...
Gulp! Gulp! was the sound
of the river's gentle swallow of water...
Swoosh! Swoosh! was the sound
of the wind's night time blows...
Crunch! Khaa Pish! Gulp! Swoosh!
Together a tune is played...
As the night sings to its children
and caress their heads to go to sleep...
Tonight, the moon shall display a dim light
For those who shall explore the night
Explorers beware...
For you approach the night's lair...
For this moonlight is a lantern
that keeps you away from night's danger
and enlightens your way to nature's peaceful night
where its beauty attracts many eyes...
Nature's peaceful lair has...
a waterfall that slides smoothly
just like the ride on a carrousel...
a canoe drifts away from the shadows of the night
as it invites those who are eager to explore
and take them to valleys no one can imagine to be there...
But, when the ride ends,
everything is erased from one's mind...
those who took the ride
shan't remember how to reach that place once more
and what is left are the pieces of memories...
when put together...
a map emerges to one's eyes...
This place is always there
but it erases the path to reach
to see who's the one that shall remember
simple memories...
Tonight, the moon shall display a dim light
For those who shall explore the night
Explorers beware...
For you approach the night's lair...
Sit, watch the evening low and born today of but three last clouds
A bruding closeness threatening about the body and house
Await the door bell in one hour she comes maybe just at close of day
Tomorrow not signalled as good just yet by sky red notes and sheperd's deilght
Wind calmly waving the chestnut tree and Holly tree no blood red berry to offer up
Adjust the wicker chair. Looked, a heron zed shaped and flat lining across the last two clouds
With grace and solitude well heard but lost against the descending blue night
An orange and pink of quick left and right brush strokes blazes the sky
At horizon's edge it sits pushing towards me towards my window so quick
Within the blink of moving my red wicker chair there's no blood red wickered sky above
As night closes ever more a plane a double trail of vapours lays it's lines
before the sky it heads west to Atlantic waves 25 miles yonder
Laid double pink but not red disolving at one end all the time
The door bell alerts my love announces do you like my new dress
A dress so red and bright for my birthday night but not blood red to match the sky night
The night arrives and bows to the blue of day now in hews of deeper orange
darker pink darker pink brown. Grey lines interlaced. It chokes and tightens
Squeezing away it's last colours but not quite not quite. I look no more
Two sugars or one my love my favourite red cup. The day breathes it's last.
Colours gone to blackened clouds my cup red but not a blood red sky tonight.
Form:
Dawn's rays burst through gray clouds
Though evening's bitterness lingers
She struggles to shake free of tear-stained, satin shrouds
Each morning, so much effort just to rise
But lips part to flash a much-needed smile
When she opens the door and ventures outside
A sparrow had nested in her hanging flowers
High-pitch chirps alert the world life has renewed
And gladly does she acknowledge nature's powers
A wee, brown owl is perched upon the sprawling oak
He's forgotten to take refuge as the night receded
Then a tiny tree frog begins his pond-side croak
She sees his motley, textured body and begins to laugh
For nature's creatures have learned to live carefree
As he does daily, the frog hops to board a lily-pad raft
The tension has eased as nature's chorus serenades
Such joy and harmony their songs evoke
She saunters through the woodland, joins their parade
Her heart is now light; she has mastered their technique
Overcome with gratitude, she skips along the path
Knowing that wallowing in sadness is never unique
For the blues will strike again as night covers the land
And she will face her personal demons once again
But for now she revels in these gifts from nature's hand
And to find relief the next morn, she will simply open a door
Step into the refreshing flow of a passing breeze
And find her way to happiness once more
For Farah Chamma's "My Favorite Things" challenge.
'Tween the shades of gloam and night
roam shadows cold and deep
Cavorting along the garden walls
'neath the eves they do seep
Pulling life from which they touch
removing the essecense of being
Growing bolder and darker still
when clouds course over moonbeams
Roses quell beneath their touch
becoming grey and smolder
The ivy blends into the trellis
stone statues look years older
Inching along the spreading branches
of the tree that taps at window panes
Melding with the leaves and bark
becoming your night time bane
Shadows tease the back door catch
then move on to your window sill
Melting in to your own bedroom
sneaking about as they will
Dark mouths stretch on the walls
and yawn across your quilted bed
Teeth reach out for your toes
while fingers want your head
Shadows tickle the closet doors
and weep beneath the chair
Puddling underneath your bed
You swear hands are touching your hair
Courage you gather as you quake
bit by bit you garner strength
Off you cast the covers fast
your eyes you rub and blink
For there the sun is streaming in
and chasing the night shadows out
You can almost hear their angry screams
of defeat as the sun spreads out
Your brain gives a sigh of relief
as it realizes you are now sun encased
But then new panic does set in
as you recall night can't be escaped
In a dark night sky, you take your place.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Why is it you show only one face?
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.
Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
What is on the side we cannot see?
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.
What is on the side we cannot see?
We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.
We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
Each passing hour changes your position.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.
Each passing hour changes your position.
Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.
You are the brightest until the sun shows.
Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Why is it you show only one face?
You are the brightest until the sun shows.
In a dark night sky, you take your place.
Ankh Amon - Ra
Morning to the gateway of the sun
Set between lantern sea skies
The magic of those Egyptian eyes
Their incantation has begun
Turning worlds of one
Washes through my mind
Azure beaches in the cloud
Focus zenith hidden in the line
Where night has drawn her time
By the sanctum of the free
Ancient memories
Settle with antediluvian leaves
Pages in their wings
Roll through centuries
Turning worlds of one
Waves mystic in my mind
Azure beaches in the skies
And the keening Earth resounds
Draws their message to the ground
The flights are on their way
Silken veils where lovers pray
Temple pillars shafting from the shade
Tuning worlds of one
Their incantation has begun
Sonic oscillation in my mind
Azure beaches in the sky
Sustaining the passage in the lines
Where night once drew her time
Their flight is on its way
When quiet lovers pray
Shaping temples through the clouds
Dancing constellations to the ground
Between the sun skies sea
The inner sanctum of the free
Turning worlds of one
This incantation has begun
(Hourglass poem)
I look at the sky and see clouds
Blush and cover sun as they flood
And light grows small as they go by
I watch them as they cross the sky
I see clouds change into weird shapes
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
But there are times when it turns gray
And that's when the sun fades away
Looking at the sky is quite nice
I'd love to watch it more than twice
As they glow in the night so bright
And count stars in the sky at night
And count stars in the sky at night
As they glow in the night so bright
I'd love to watch it more than twice
Looking at the sky is quite nice
And that's when the sun fades away
But there are times when it turns gray
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
I see clouds change into weird shapes
I watch them as they cross the sky
And light grows small as they go by
Blush and cover sun as they flood
I look at the sky and see clouds!
:-)
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August 25,2009
There is an enchantment in the Killing Frost
It's the most magical night of the year
When the abundant blooms of Summer
Are put to sleep by Frost's frozen tears.
The Killing Frost arrives here silently
Flying in ahead of Winter's incoming wrath
Covering all things that are of the earth
Putting to sleep all flora in her path.
As the late Autumn sun sinks below the horizon
On this Special Night of the year
Plants which were all alive this past morn will be no more
It's time to make way for Winter's Cheer.
Everything Frost kisses will be put to eternal repose
Adorned by Frost's magical breath during the night
All will be dripping in Diamonds in the Morn
With which to dazzle by soft Morning's light.
Winter will be arriving shortly now
And Frost will take her leave
To make way for fluttering snowflakes
Which will come to dance during the long Winter's Eve.
(December 29, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Memories come alive of childhood days gone past
When at day’s end I’d lie in bed, at last
The house was quiet on those moonlit nights
We’d gaze so amazed at the glorious sight
A gigantic ball hanging in mid night blue skies!
Like a Chinese lantern, by invisible strings hung
As noisy crickets sing their shrill song
Fireflies in the garden played hide and go seek
While little girls and boys found it hard to fall asleep
Their curious minds filled with questions so deep
I believed truly, that there was a man in the moon
Who in recline like I, would be off to bed soon
Who delayed sleep each night to hear the tired sighs
And share imagined tales of adventures in space
Bringing warm smiles to brighten a little face
Then slowly behind a cloud, he’d peek with one sleepy eye!
When suddenly a brilliant shooting star would whiz on by
Excitement reigned for a while as sleepy eyes roamed the sky
“Man in the moon, today I ask of you-
Did you see me back then as I saw you?"
Their once lived a bunny in the land of Ozark.
He was clever, cool, and funny. Could even hunt in the dark.
One night while hunting small game, he found a ring made of gold.
The ring made him sing and feel incredibly bold.
His voice got so loud he awoke all of the town.
Naked, the bunny panicked and threw on his mom's gown.
People came from all over just to hear his sweet voice.
Then came a dog named Rover, who had a difference of choice!!
Rover threw a sharp stick into the leg of the rabbit.
The ring fell out his pocket and Rover just had to have it!
He knew the ring is why people liked the Bunny's new sound.
But since it was night the ring couldn't be found.
The people dragged off the bunny and helped his leg heel.
Others surrounded poor Rover, chanting loudly out, "KILL!"
"That's one terrific Rabbit!" Stated the king who was short.
So, the bunny was named "T Rabbit!" In their small Ozark court.
The End