glowing moon at night
all the stars are twinkling bright
a full sky of light
homemade jar night
lightning bugs flicker all night
till morning light shine
A full moon is a prelude to a magical night.
Is the Mad Hatter the only one who can be mad then?
I glared at Alice; is she so obtuse, she does not recognize her truth?
What is it? She asks me, concerned.
I am the Queen of Hearts and likely to lop her head off if I take a notion.
Frankly I doubt now there would be anything worthwhile in her head.
Tweedledee Dee and Tweedledee Dumb have stopped eating.
Empaths, they feel my wrath, so they gather up the cookies and go.
What about the sandwiches? Don’t you want them? Asks Cheshire.
Cheshire is a trouble maker; this is why I like him.
I watch his smirking grin disappear and reappear.
I could use you as a night light I think. Crumb! There is the stupid rabbit.
The one that brought that human down here in the first place.
I send my henchmen to bring back his head.
The Red of Diamonds is as dumb as the Ten of Spades.
They bring back Cinderella’s crystal slipper.
Wrong story you idiots!
moonlight is like a nightlight that comes out to see the day light to see the sun in the sky that follows the clouds in slow mode that develops into different colors
and shapes like sparks in the air
The parched, cracked earth receives the rain
into a billion hungry mouths;
she suckles at the sky’s wet breast
swaddled in cloud-gray gauzy blouse.
Sweet budding grasses nod and sway;
infant creatures babble and croon,
as Mother Nature tucks all in
‘neath nightlight-blue lullaby moon.
Copyright, July 19, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I just want to dream a little more,
before the sun dries up this stream of thought;
before my tongue begins to search for words
faded by the choke of night.
The sky screams in the hands of a harsh turn,
neither of us wants our darkness unveiled.
Yet,
I wish the light would swallow me up as well.
Instead,
the broken slumber of day creeps into my bed,
and shakes my tomb.
I watch it stumble through the blinds,
sloshing, lazily polished, and promising.
Like it always does.
And I try my damnedest to pull my eyes away
from the hope that is stitched to my shadow,
but no matter how hard I writhe in this place,
I cannot escape the artificiality of this world
that I can’t seem to wake up from.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Every night I have the same crazy fight
It's always me against this one nightlight
It goes out just quit
I get up bang it
It cuts back off I fall down just not right
Oh laggard maid, why do you
harangue the night with your longings
the void greets the multitudes
with the same ashen face.
Only the shades of fleeting joy
can brighten the monochrome
to the richness of sapphire
only bliss can brighten the or soften
the oceanic surge of night.
Oh recalcitrant mother, give way
let the waxing and waning moon
sooth the harshness of your all to human plight.
Let moonlight bathe pearl
the silken sheet of skin upon your out-turned limbs,
refresh the ruby red jewels of your parted lips.
For you are not alone, the stars of heaven
shine before and through your jet black eyes.
The angels wait and watch and croon of love.
Retrieve the youthful loves of yesteryear
to comfort and bless once again those loved so.
Oh aged crone, upon your bed of bone
fear not the coming of the night.
Recast your form in dreams once born
arise within the sacred fresco of burgeoning starlight.
Belay your tendency to rail
resist your anxiety and ease your weariness
within the fantasies of forward flight.
*dedicated to Cyndi MacMillion
Like a big flashlight
bright beam,peering through the clouds,
full moon overhead...
The early night caused my life to fade
The broken skylight kept me too awake
The chill deceived my mind
And I was too afraid to cry
The dying words that I had said
I traded care to lead myself to death
But I woke up once again
The nightlight called my name
The decision caught me out
I would try to twist and shout
But no one hears the things I say
Now the nightlight looks okay
I pierced the dark sky
I see through hatred’s lies
And now I cannot hide
I see the monsters eyes
There’s nothing to deceive
Only my memories
Only what I’ve seen
But the evidence is me
I wake to fade away
There’s nothing left to say
What’s in between will bring the day
But it’s only a nightlight for the pain
(This is a fictional poem)
You can't sleep in the dark because of fright.
You need the security of a nightlight.
I'm tired of putting up with it.
I'm not taking anymore bull____.
You think there are monsters under your bed.
You'd better straighten up or I'll hit you upside the head.
I can understand a child using a nightlight but you're twenty-three.
Unplug that nightlight or you'll get your ___ kicked by me.