Long New moon Poems
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Desires fulfilled under amethyst skies
Soothing the sounds of our tempted hearts beating
Satin your skin glistens bright in the sun
Sweetwater lips made for endlessly kissing
Eyes now insist that our day is not done
Silhouettes form on a promise laced sunset
Apricot heavens in marmalade blush
Soft pastels sigh of our breathless intentions
Harmonies sung in a smooth whispered hush
Gently we lie beneath star sprinkled driftings
Passions explored as a new moon does rise
Pearl drop shimmers of love’s invitation
Desires fulfilled under amethyst skies
Warm midnight dreams rain of simplistic notions
Evening expands the horizons so far
Listen as winds whisper feathered emotions
Love will be waiting wherever we are
Good night Soupers
In the darkness of a New Moon, I follow a forgotten path of my Mind
I can’t seem to remember~ when last I trekked this trail - What will I find?
Look there, a Lotus in full Bloom ; Surrounded by total “ ISOLATION “
The sky is dark : above HER ; “ DEATH “ has swallowed my “ INSPIRATION “
Do YOU see, on the “ RIGHT HAND “ side of that Knoll ; a giant Spruce Door?
The key is in the lock “ Should I open it? “ I D O , a valley of “Sorrow” Lies on the Floor
A Wicked ; Ashen colored SKY: grips the universe : and Rips my : “ HEART “ in two
I was not a Christian, when I lost my “ L E N O R E “ I had no idea, What should I DO?
Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
Passing fields of fabled enchantment, where silky, lilac wind muttered.
Faces of family came in dreams, and in person, on the Fridays of fairs;
Full of food, games and fun activities, like colored, hopscotch squares.
Mary lived in the house of butterflies, forever peeking at the windows;
Offering the frequent flashes of color, like every shade of the primrose.
Saturdays wore its smiles, on Mary's street of pretty robins screeching;
Where blue dragonflies were dancing, and chirpy crickets had meetings.
Owls stared wide-eyed fascination, as neighbors came, one with night;
In the company of nostalgic, new moon, like velvet under the spotlight.
'Mangave mission to Mars' lifted off, when the 'corpse flowers' lay dying;
And 'grow anywhere' trees sprang hither and yon, without halfway trying.
During storms of 'dahlias electric flash,' or dark nights of 'showy lanterns,'
'Rose feather' blooms took the spotlight, while secrets hid in blue caverns.
As Andrew was crossing a bridge one sunny day, a large chunk of it fell,
Breaking the car's blue windshield! How he escaped harm, none can tell.
Andrew sent Mary an emergency message, apprising her of grave danger;
And she notified the right departments, within moments. Anxiety changer!
The bridge was capably repaired, due to the action of Andrew's first lady;
Like midnight of mimosa fragrance, giving raptures to areas grown shady!
'London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build It Up With Bricks of Shaw,
Bricks So Sure,
Bricks So Sure,
Build It Up With Bricks of Shaw,
My Fair Lady.
It Will Stand For Ever More,
Ever More,
Ever More,
It Will Stand For Ever More,
My Fair Lady.'
MOONGLOW 2
Words sculpt
Moments frozen;
Death stalking
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In one swift stride
Joy ride ends;
Broken romance
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Swift dash
Purpose crumbles;
Hide-and-Seek
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Bamboo screen
Leafy mirage;
Old China glimpses
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Peach blossoms
September harvest;
Longevity sums
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Arc of new moon
Bright aura spreads;
Lovers by old bridge
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China Yunnan tour
Moments recalled;
Old town bazaar
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Dreams float
View the highlights;
Notice bright hues
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Whispers
Soft breath;
Windy cascades
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In the deep dark
Night set free;
Dreamtime constellations
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Sad melancholy
Lingering pain;
Lonely lover waits
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Leon Enriquez
20 September 2015
Singapore
If there be a tomorrow
Let it be filled with the Awesome light
After the eclipse.
Let the things that have not happened yet;
be filled with joy and promise
Instead of sorrowful regrets.
If there be a tomorrow...
Let there be; No more
long and lonely days stewing,
people pining in fear.
Let us see OUR future thrive.
If there be a tomorrow;
Let it be void of hate.
Let not yesterday’s agony
be the feature of today.
Leave the sorted past of all our sorrows,
In the heap of fatal woes.
If there be a tomorrow
Let it be void of hate.
Let not yesterday’s agony
be the feature of today.
Leave the sorted past of all our sorrows,
In the heap of fatal woes.
Cover them and bury them
in the ever-sinking holes.
If there be a tomorrow.
If anyone wants to see the past return,
remove them from the now.
Let us advance, and leave them stranded,
in the torment of their own minds.
If there be a tomorrow;
Let not those who oppose the
advancement of mankind,
Follow us into the new moon.
Leave them, in yesterday,
“where their hearts are.”
Let them: Waddle in yesterday’s grief
And the misery they have caused;
With faces of stone,
They still proudly own, yesterday’s grief:
Those opposed to relief, and
whose beliefs? Lies in the past.
If there be a tomorrow:
“Let us move on, and look forward...
towards the new sun”;
After the eclipse:
God’s presence has been shown,
and{shone}
Let us move on, into the new dawn!
News is there is water ice on the darkest side
of the moon, I wouldn’t drink it just yet,
A gray dirt snow cone is what we’ll get!
Sustaining the cislunar economy, or
linking the moon to the Earth is everything.
Our psyche thirsts for it, bursts of lunar power.
Moon water made during the full moon
or the new moon is most potent.
Tapping into the Luna’s source by steeping
it’s moonglaze, and underneath tomorrow’s
“Ice Moon” it’ll be charged fully.
We are seventy percent water.
The moon affects earthly phenomena,
like tides with its gravitational force.
Our mental state changes with the moon’s phases.
We absorb the Luna's positive aura.
A rare thunderstorm on a full luminous orb,
collects in a glass the energy of the moon
directly under its glow. Charged by the moon’s energy,
Energy so intense it moves oceans!
Hideous..! he speaketh. His name was Abe of Jabob.
His tongue was black of Ivory
his skin as florescent as the new moon
Hideous..! he spaketh again, mocking the molden doll, Sally
His eyes curve wide in the threshold of his magnificence--jester?
Oh, no, no, no, no!!!!!
This is Ernest Cumminway, the legendary Jack Sparrow the Skellington's...cousin.
He was still living, living in a molt-town World, where dreams collide of parallel wings that jester you into the Obvious things
And what of his dreams? they dare awaken. Whereas Jack Skellington dares remove his Pumpkin-like skeleton head on that wintery, autumn night. For they live in a world that plays and preys on their sleeping Dreams...or at least it seems...a Sin... They was the fayth of Final Fantasy VII thru IX, amidst 11 and 12 deliver us to neigh.
As the days shorten and skies darken
Greenwich meantime feels like a lean time.
With a heavier coat I go out scarfed,
my hat pulled down, to find those last leaves
compact in corners and crevices.
With whitening fingers gloved I crouch
and pluck them for leaf mould; while wood lice
watched by a robin, head cocked, alert,
are plucked as he darts for a morsel,
as blackbirds too pluck the last berries.
As a north-easterly blast attacks,
it is time to retreat from the chill
wind into a defensive shelter,
to sharpen secateurs for pruning
apples, blackcurrants and gooseberries.
Winter battles as the rain rattles
on the windows, probing and testing.
I bring in some logs and lay the fire –
match to kindling it begins to roar.
Now dusk it's time the curtains to draw.
Hot drink clasped, I behold a new moon
crescent up into a clearing sky.
There beneath the starlit canopy
snowdrops begin to poke through the grass
as if to reflect the countless stars.
In the morn I rake moss from the lawn
to keep warm – it pays to keep moving –
with aconites as if acolytes
soon to join a vernal procession
into the promise of renewed life.
*Image of Twilight New Moon by Novocom.
AUDIO: Soundtrack from the film, 'The Evening Star' with Shirley MacLaine and Jack Nicholson
Seasonings
Summer twilight dawns an evening crown
surfers lounged alongside boards, lain atop cooling sands
chatter swapped to suggestive feeble snores, true lifers naught workers
cresting ripples o'er sandy shore molded whimsy sandcastles to mounds
Trivial zephyr abroad builds, tapping cliffs
sweeping inland indulging effortlessly till slighted by few existing shanties
heeding opened windows lissome brushes, tonal effects quietude to life
September morn declares its golden hues to arrest savoring eyes
yellow accents twirling oranges respite alongside crumpled reds
vibrant picturesque displays an artisans portrait
Mobility afoot, gathering sorts of the anticipating talented, fervid hunch
transitions a time as creation spurs onward whilst we embellish
capturing the day as it occasions
our pleasure, we fail ... pleasing Him, our reward.
2021 August 04
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1096
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 26
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 August 13
The day was gorgeous. The air was crisp. The wind brought high tides to the sparkling blue ocean. The white, foamy waves were dancing and the music was magical. The water was reaching further and further up to the shore. The persistent rises and falls of the sea water were very mesmerizing. She walked close to the water on the shore thinking about the gravitational force. It was a new moon night the night before. She thought about how moon’s gravity distorts the ocean and makes the tides. The Sun and the moon together make exceptionally high tides when they are roughly aligned. The gravitational forces of the sun and the moon acting together make larger than average tides, which are spring tides. They have nothing to do with the upcoming spring though! She was awestruck by the view. Suddenly her attention got caught by a beautiful sight of graceful pelicans gliding effortlessly on the horizon. The endless landscape of crashing waves of the blue, vast ocean awakened profound links within. She felt bliss, her questions were answered.