Long Sun and moon Poems
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water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two…
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.
Form:
Erasing the moon,
Sunlight caresses blue
Skies of dawn,
Silent, gazing through the
Fearless, bleached clouds
Speaking of the storm
Who never questioned the
Light just beyond
Rain pouring out tears of heaven,
Where this huge pearl,
Glowing and growing oddly
Rounded, like the marble
Hung across the azure…
Their heavenly home the only room
They’ve ever known, -
When the heart spins its words,
Its prayers and praise…
There is this joy that comes from
Knowing the One who hung
Both sun and moon, stars and hues
In graceful blues, like a dream
Forever true to the crayon He
Used to give them actuality,
The being that is beautiful beyond
Most heart’s comprehension
Beautiful like the color of gentle
I was made the hero of my own story.
So yes I sit in my glory.
I wait for more to come.
I know that this growth is not done but it’s on its way beating like a drum.
I sit back and look at the sun.
I find balance between the sun and the moon.
I find peace in the life I will one day have to leave.
So I roll up my sleeves.
I sit and wonder if life will always be this hard
So I let my puppy out to play in the yard.
Sometimes the little things help me realize life is a stepping stone.
Sometimes a back lash sometimes it makes me wish for a clone.
Just to have time.
Just to have time to work a little harder.
Live a little more.
To see the trees and leaves and not feel so much pressure to the point it feels like I can’t breathe.
To sit back and relax to finally just be me.
I know that I am growing I can feel it it’s like a sixth sense.
So I keep on going looking at the sun and the moon.
Moving between the trees and the leaves and feeling the water just to find the balance like the tress, leaves, moon, sun, a running woman that needs a drink but keeps going on. I find balance in the things that are hard. I find balance like the man on a tightrope surely to fall but I won't and I don't.
I just keep moving on.
"because of you"
I see you with every step I take
the sky of blue the grass of green
its you with each shade of glory
I see you as I look to the far and wide
oceans flow because of you
I hear you with each singing bird
the bells that ring the keys that play
its you with each note and tune
I hear you when voices sound
music plays because of you
I feel you with light of the sun and moon
the warmth that ignites the light that shines
its you with each illuminating star
I feel you as these graces talk to me
these graces are because of you
you touch me more and more
love is an endless blooming garden
these senses are because of you
living within my soul never to fall
my life my light my all
SkyWatcher - 02-23-17
Along with their hundred siblings
Desiderate food without quibbling
Devote their intact time leaves nibbling
Molting delicate skin during every instar
Enduring all the pain and the skin scars
These little cuties emerge as flying stars
Stepping into the magical prism cocoon
Hanging upside down throughout sun and moon
Starving and fainting inside, never they swoon
Red, blue,orange, green and yellow
Flying colors are these little fellows
Spread wings,blow wind, play music mellow
Unfurling exuberance around
The kaleidoscope of colors abound
Are the queens of world sans crowns
August-20-2021
I squinted while gazing into the western skies
my attention drawn to banks where willows wept.
Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes,
usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept
just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded
and the reign between sun and moon were traded.
But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
Appearing low across the horizon as if flames of fire
or a canvas where vermillion paint fills every open pore.
Dusk glows with summer heat as shifts of light transpire.
Silently, the sun sinks, and the transfer of rule unfolds.
Trailing behind are gossamer rays of ambers and golds.
Twilights in my kitchen without me even wishing.
Dusk dances thru the house, twirls and swirls about.
Soft as any pillow, colors filter in.
They grace every window, smiling now and then.
It gives me pause to say exactly why
my home feels the cause of both earth and sky.
It is never easy to explain jubilant bliss,
but my own attempt would read like this:
It is the color of harmony from loving my life,
from joy in all I see, that brings this mood to me.
Like a soft breeze teasing your skin, it is the
freedom from not missing what has already been.
It is comfort without reaching, security before needing.
It is people hugging and holding, hearts tugging and molding.
It is the presence of family even when in different rooms,
and knowing your loved ones are both your sun and moon.
The Sun and the Moon are twin flames.
One from the other is Never far away.
Always 11 seconds, 11 minutes, 11 hours,
11 days, and 11 months apart, nothing can stop
the chasing of each other's hearts.
The Sun loved the Moon so much, that
it lightened up its day and gave to its love,
12 hours to shine her beauty into the darkness
as the stars like her sparkled unto her likeness.
Though forever chasing and feeling like
they're never to be caught, just for a
moment's glimpse of each other,
daybreak slowly parts.
One cannot be complete without the other
together - though apart,
their love is still true and each day, a new start.
There is no loneliness or despair for within lyes,
Forever Love and Forever Care, Love Never dies.
Across the horizon in the 11 seconds left,
I love you will be spoken, and through an eyes glance,
they'll leave nothing unsaid.
Someday when the Sun and Moon collide,
The King and his Archer will forever be
side by side; nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
A match made in Heaven that has withstood the test of time,
through all the ages, a kiss longed for, that love would bind.
The Sun King, the Groom, the Moon Archer, his eternal, spiritual Bride.
The story of Twin Flame Lovers is so powerfully aligned.
A Bright flame so bold, that every 24 hours, the story is retold.
Dictated by the times, I guess,
my youthful dreams would stretch
in stories and imaginings of simple black and white
where heroes and villains stole away the sleep of night.
Those transparent years seemed less aware
of all the efforts in life's translucent fair.
Those were the days of hued monochrome vision
when questions rose in every darkly tinged decision.
Today with colors blended beyond the prime
black and white dreams would be toned a crime
and a myriad of vivid color lay on the artist's palette.
So the colors tend to meld and blend in dreamy flight
as if the sun and moon gave a shaded brilliant light
to the beauty of the mix dyed blushed delight.
Do you dream in color?
Are your nightly escapes dark and shadowed by the drapes?
Fall deep asleep in gold and green discolored fields
with all of your blood and beating heart to yield
to the wonders and the magic once absent
of life colored in its mysterious pageant.
I'm thinking of Genesis where God recorded His work.
"and the evening and morning were the first, second, third... day"
on throughout the six days of Creation.
And He added each time "and it was good."
He spoke the world into being with His breath
the light, heaven and earth, plants, sun and moon,
creatures of the sea and sky, beasts of the earth,
in response to His words - "Let there be..."
"The stillest hour of the (sixth) night had come,
the hour before dawn, when the world seem(ed) to hold its breath."
The moment when God created man out of the dust of the ground.
He breathed into the nostrils of man - the breath of life.
Thus, man became a living soul made in the image of God..
And God said, "It is not good for man to be alone."
He took one rib from man and made him a mate
When Adam woke up he said, "she shall be called woman."
I pause almost daily to re-think this awesome thought:
We have the very breath of God for that is what life is,
life eternal, never to end, unlike the rest of creation -
There will be a new heaven and new earth, but man is eternal.
quote used with variation is by poet Kate Chopin (1899)
November 12, 2022