He stalks his victims along the Seine
but only beneath a hushed full moon.
In the morning, thinking back
people report they remember hearing
in the distance creepy moans of werewolves.
The elusive culprit is still at large.
Meanwhile the moon pleads ignorance.
tiny stars
are pin pricks
in a gray-green
gloaming
and we see
a maiden with
sleek, dark, bobbed hair
sitting atop
a lake -
her billowed
long burgundy gown
f l o w i n g
like the swan
attached by a leash
to the girl’s
slender fingers
its loveliness
reflecting in
aqua water
the moon
is a long white sliver
slicing through
the young maid’s gown
like an unusually
large parenthesis mark
to the left
half-caressing her
in twilight’s
enchantment
Oh, bright moon
of grace -
glide along with her
as the white swan
slides besides her
guiding her
through this night
of tranquil
delight
evening constellation show was totally tight
not quite contrived, but amazingly bright
the stars were blazing, beautiful white
Kansas crescent moon was gorgeously light
spacemen were in a bit of an Earthly plight
ominous feeling ever since today’s twilight
spaceship was enduring its eightieth flight
amazing sight in the sky, this October night
aliens experienced a bit of an unexpected fright
caught in the beam of a larger space craft’s light
their headlights flashing colors like a giant flashlight
Let’s get off of this planet yelled the first mate McMight
So, they zoomed off into the atmosphere, McMight and Kite
Kite, the captain, was glad to see this planet shift out of sight
Let’s not go back there, he said, something was not right
They never returned, but many had seen a sight that night
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Wild winds whisper secrets to ponder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Mirrored reflections upon the river in white
As nocturnal scavengers come out to wander
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Cries and screeches echo from their plight
High up in a barren tree nests a young condor
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Seeing moving shadows can be a fright
Creatures out to hunt and conquer
The autumn sliver moonlight is bright
Owls soar along the riverbank in flight
Curiosity evokes a vulnerable responder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Dawn now quiets as some lost their fight
The cries and sounds fade in yonder
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Hush in the daylight,
Tranquil in the night,
Time colours the sky,
Different portraits,
Different seasons,
So is my journey.
October 1, 2026,
Nette Onclaud,
Color My World Poetry Contest.
cosmic lullaby
an untranslatable sight -
wrapped in the moonlight
The western sky fades,
holding neither day nor night,
only their meeting.
For a moment, even trees
seem uncertain of their names.
Why am I so forgotten?
Why aren't I leaving an impression?
Why do I matter?
Without her,
i am nothing.
No hug.
No words.
No glances.
No…anything.
what have i done.
“illyyyy”
“Read 9/24/26”
“She’s not going to have her phone for a while.”
“Notebook, and texts from last night.”
“I don’t want a hug from you!”
ok.
i get it…
Night draws its veil on all I see
No need to tell what differs — I am free
The clamor of the world has slipped away
At last, peace comes to close the day
Why guess at those who hide from light?
We need only guard our souls inside.
At least the flesh it calls home is still young
Is that not the luck for which all have longed?
The God of Darkness keeps him in his care,
Beneath a single lamp's soft glare.
He drinks the quiet joy that senses bring
In these calm days where no harsh winds sting
No loneliness can find him there
For in the night, beyond despair
He finds, where shadows gently fall
A reason to live beyond it all
I hear it whisper through the night.
Dry leaves crunch where moon-pale shadows grow.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
The moon lies caught in tarnished, shifting light;
A thin wind threads the rusted leaves below.
I hear it whisper through the night.
A moth worries the glass with dusted flight;
Its powdery wings disturb a muted glow.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
Behind the glass, a narrow path burns bright;
Though no path runs beneath the branches’ glow,
I hear it whisper through the night.
The face within looks back—not quite aright;
Its hand lifts slower than it ought to go.
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
Dry leaves crunch beneath my feet at night;
The garden holds one secret from long ago.
I hear it whisper through the night;
I lean toward what it keeps beyond my sight.
Moon night—Moon night—
You're calm & bright.
Stars laugh, give us shine
O! night—There is no sorrow
World has forgotten the past
forgotten all its pain.
Stars—Stars
Everybody Like Stars
All night the heaven sun
Dance on the Grass.
Moonlit night air
comes from the milky way
Carrying Fairy wings
Bringing back a memorable Bay.
At night the stars blanket the shy
At night sleep can't fulfill eye
To see—to touch—
Souls are singing in the dark
Moonlit night comes from heaven
fades away in our courtyard.
Dusk drapes its shawl across the land,
softens each stone with silver sand;
the sky leans low as stars expand~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
Cicadas sing their twilight hymn,
the horizon grows wide and dim;
the moon lifts past the canyon rim~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
Old stories rise where shadows twined,
whispers the daylight left behind;
the world exhales its quiet mind~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
And I, beneath this settling blue,
feel time grow tender, slow, and true;
the dark restores what daylight knew~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
Get out of the house
Greet the day
Salute the warmth
of Mr. Sun’s rays
Don’t wait too long
The light goes away
Leaving you under
Darkness' sway
gw rhyme Sept. 28, 2026
The silver mirror learns what night can keep,
While autumn whispers through the falling leaves;
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
A moonlit question troubles the deep,
And gathers where the quiet water weaves;
The silver mirror learns what night can keep.
The stars descend their staircase toward the steep
Reflections d r i f t i n g underneath the eaves;
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
A single owl turns secrets in its sweep,
Its shadow crossing silvered fields and sheaves;
The silver mirror learns what night can keep.
Who taught the moon its patient watch to keep?
Who taught the wind the language that it leaves?
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
The lake lies still beneath the hill's dark sweep,
Yet something stirs the image it receives.
The silver mirror learns what night can keep,
What wakes within the darkness while we sleep?
River bends westward.
Cottonwoods burn softly.
One crow crosses flame.
Light clings to treetops.
The day forgets itself.
Shadows inherit.
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