Its way of being salient-
And so picturesque with bloodstains
On its edges.
Its way of being so united-
And so whole with fragments
In its core.
Its way of being so innocent-
And so angelic with rust feeding
On its being.
Its way of being so joyous-
And so blissful with despondency eating
At its soul.
With flame to it,
And such spirit to it, there’s-
Much acedia thriving.
With humility to it,
And such amity, there’s-
Much superbia thriving.
With satisfaction to it,
And much contentment, there’s-
Much avaritia thriving
With candour to it,
And much modesty, there’s
Much calliditas thriving.
Its fumes, when do vanish-
They do vanish wholly to
show the nymph it is.
Its tenderness, when does vanish-
It does vanish wholly to
show the scales there are.
Its carnality, when does vanish-
It does vanish wholly to
Show the bane over the wine…
In the evening as the sun sets
Darkness arises constantly,
Can’t see the way towards life
To reach it ; will you be my luna?
if my soul ever wept like a rose
drunk on thornless scents ...
would you, O love ,
trace the lips of time ,
glazed with passionate patterns
of poison and starlight?
untying the rubies of romance ,
sleepless, infatuated ... with the flame
of your pensive pixie-fire ...
I long for you, to pulsate in lush lilac
as the sunset bleeds in your tattoos
dressed with tequila temptations,
read me ~ like a poem ~ laid bare
as I unfurl softly, a luna-pearl ...
lovesick .. in liquid pink lustre ,
dreaming of dulcet demons
in the kiss
left by leafy fingertips
of tie-dyed july ~
on my waning heart ...
Dear Luna,
I marvel at your expansiveness
I know you are not braggadocio,
but do you realize most of us
cannot be in a plethora of places simultaneously?
There is an ethereal feel to you
You help humans fall in love
you inspire us to write songs and poetry
You are part of our “happily ever after”
This missive is written in appreciation
I want you to know that you are loved
not by hundreds, but by millions.
Thank you for always being there for us.
Sincerely,
One of your admirers
My Luna
The moon
Was full the night I said goodbye
I saw the spirit fade
From your pained eyes
I saw the breaths stop and felt your heavy head
I'll miss your bulk
Upon my bed
Your fur
On every surface
Your greed
Your paws that opened the fridge
And found the cheese and I could throw any food onto the floor
And you'd hoover it up
I miss the raided bin
Evidenced by tins and licked packets
The way you barked when someone dared to pass the window in the night
Your beautiful face
Your love of life
You running through the stubble
Or chasing squirrels
I hope you'll stay with me
In spirit
I think of you every second
Your mischief mirrored my own
My friend
I love you
Rest in peace sweet girl
Luna
Forever
I'm not sure how to say--
Alright.
Well, I shall try.
Pardonome, de la Luna.
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it,
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence--
No moons wax eternally,
Can so say the sun,
A witness when the day is done,
And now Luna wanes.
And says one, the sun shall shine,
Given, too, the night does die.
Yet both fruit rotten, and those ripe,
Eventually meet the same demise.
And seeing as how a mortal life,
Is nothing but a temporary grain of sand,
Compared to the realms of afterlife:
An earth free, never ending land,
I feel as though a gust of wind
Has shaken my tree,
And all falls,
Falls,
Heavily, heavily--
Heavily.
Now as the wind,
I suddenly view with qu eer equality:
Nothing.
All is now equally nothing.
So, ahem,
Pardonome, de la Luna.
My fruit has fallen on Jupiter, so,
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it.
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence.
moth
Luna
light pea green
flies to the light
nightly visitor
enormously large wings
circling brilliant streetlight
especially active in May
found between midnight and two o’clock
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
roam freely on the grasslands
in the arms of the wind, my body falls
laughing stars, in silent dreams.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
the hills shine in your likeness
there our heads rest so gently
and all nature is ours.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
this is life, sometimes the night is a prayer of silence
sometimes the night is little candles and tears
the wind sighs and the still dark roads mesmerize through the valley.
La luna; come with me on the dry season night
go, as good as your eternal path
and I bless you in all my tears.
Atambua, 27 November 2025
: la luna and all events*
There you are exposed to the lick of a big tongue
Even though you are a soft green which is beautiful
Away you go on your journey to another country
So much farther than you could go in real life
Maybe Luna Moth Stamp you will end up in
Paris, France or The Neverlands
Made from a high-resolution digital print
By the artist, Joseph Scheer
Such softness to the design
Soft brown, sunshine yellow
In a gentle curved style
I'm reminded of the morn when one lay dead on drive
Captured in print you can live on and on
Travel the world and maybe someday
Space travel will complete your journey
Or you might get stuck in a scrapbook
Luna Moth USPS Stamp life has much in store
attracted to light
landing on my porch
delighting faeries
not a damselfly
not a firefly
from the near woods
child of the night
a dainty wisp
just visiting
something lithe
something light
mystical
pea green
luna
moth
Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
moon-spirit mettles
sun and earth orientate ~
sun kissed and moonstruck
The Lady of the Night
Alone, Luna dominates the sky,
glowing from Sol’s reflected light.
Her mares, dark blotches set
against the white light.
She is the queen of the night sky,
full face proudly displayed.
Strange things are said to happen
when she rides her chariot across the sky.
Wolves utter
lonesome cries.
Cursed individuals take the
form of the werewolf.
Humans go stark raving
mad.
We have physically touched her face
six times.
We have found her to be a harsh mistress
with no room for error.
She attracts our attention like no
other night figure.
We will return, she is that gilded
lady that beckons us.
We cannot stay away.
To the moon above
On mission of grand conquest
Men in lunar launch
Defining moment
In “One giant leap for mankind”
Prints in lunar dust
Stars and Stripes planted
The flag flies but does not wave
In moon’s atmosphere
In that adventure
Proud men and women served
I was among them
Soon many giant steps
Were made on terra firma
To visit again
Time has written much
Since the day of that landing
About ships in space
To the realm of stars
Will mankind rise to the task
Peace in hostile space
In a forest of clouds, and a handful of snow, the sun glitters,
encompassed by the stars above, flattered by the adoring humans,
glorifying the spectacle of moon's shadow.
How warm is the light of the lunar night!
Only the choir of wintery winds flapping its wings.
From the first time she sees light
the world is flashy light.
Happiness is now a fertile field.
Huge crowd of hummingbirds flock the horizon
praising her arrival.
I repeat their songs of ecstatic flare,
this heavenly bless
Praise be to God and the angels.
It is enough to raise our hands
to the altar of faith.
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