Art Moon Poems

     The Light, through the veil, paints secrets. 
The crossroads of constellations twisting into new patterns. 
In reverence, the Moon dances,...

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Beneath the night's soft glow, she finds her tune,
A girl who loves to dance under the moon.
In its gentle light, she feels so free,
With every...

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nothing really holds us in place
  and I'm not sure where we go to
    when we rear up
  then some...

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petal paw prints pounce
starry eyes twirling with tail
black rose under moon

April 4th 2022
Contest: Black Cat Haiku
Sponsor: Robert James LIguori
5th Place
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 when air-brushed stars croon..
my soul sways, tied to the moon
lost in twinkling tune

seeking for rose light
from plum reveries tonight~
questioning twilight..

am I not fine art
metered...

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 (with nudity optional)


Not another effort from The Lefts bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. 

I don't object to...

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The world plunged into darkness, on the day you said goodbye.

You were my sun and you were my moon,
You was the light in every room.

Time...

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Across the sunbaked plains, a hush descends so deep,
A million eyes turn skyward, secrets the heavens keep.
The moon, a silent dancer, steals the sun's golden...

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Ebon bafflement descended 
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;

A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they...

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A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until 
            ...

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art
soulful
silver sight
river stars bling
flight of moon angels 
words float in milky way 
notes of posh piano night
midnight mystical muse
ocean waves cascade on soul sand
space steams...

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If your best work is done at night,
Which is now no longer your right 
With neighbors to to your right of you,
With neighbors to the...

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In the calabash of life, 
a profound journey unfolds 
as the space
gracefully passes the baton 
in the art of apprenticeship. 
Success resonates like a fine...

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I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. 

When russet- fairies twirl...

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This morning’s sky held such a treat –
A waning crescent moon.
I followed it while walking
But it disappeared too soon.

At first it hid behind some clouds
But...

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