let's have fun
outside with the sun
thank the crops for every grain
thank the clouds for drop of rain
appreciate trees in the woods
appreciate the ocean for seafoods
enjoy bird watching from a far
enjoy a lake visit near by
express our gratitude above
express it by making move
stop using dynamite in the sea
stop cutting down the trees
avoid depleting the ecosystem
avoid taking all the gems
protect animals from chemical
protect all that is natural
It rose at dawn
A gleaming hungry sphere
Its glow a promise
Whispered in every ear
It fed on trust
It fed on hope
Both freely given but never earned
Then it scorched the fields
Of those who once had yearned
It claimed the sky
Declared itself the sun
Demanded praise
For fabricated wrongs undone
When people cried beneath its blaze
It turned their doubt to fuel
To thicken its own haze
No oath too sacred
No vow too steep to bend
The orb consumed and consumed
Leaving ruins without mend
Still it shone
Insisting it was light
While casting shadows
Over an endless night
It shines each night sometimes its silver
then gold or even red depending on its mood
it lights our way through the darkness
it plays games peeking shyly through clouds
Then it turns into sullen stormy deep red and
it laughs at us as in and out of clouds plunging
the world to darkness and smiles as it reappears
beaming down having so much fun yes fun
Moon you do delight me with your moods
it must be so much fun to tease us nightly
playing so many tricks as high above us
you float sending down moon beams
You make the world so magical as you shine
casting deep shadows as you glide by
then in a blink disappears making earth go dark
whether a crescent, new, quarter half or full moon.
You fill the night sky with magical glory
and cause the tides to obey your pull
as they ebb and rise at your whim
glorious moon stay a while longer
and enchant us with your magical ways
Moon Hiku 35
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night`s orb m y
casts shadows l y~
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g a n d
lovers` a -p -p -l -e of e~y~e~s.
The sun wakes slow, a golden yawn,
Stretching light across the dawn,
Soft and warm, with rays that creep
Through windowed eyes from gentle sleep.
It drifts and dances, dips and hides,
Plays peekaboo with clouds that glide,
Bright beams spill in scattered showers,
Kissing earth and blooming flowers.
It tricks the colors, bends the hue,
From green to gold, to deepest blue,
Tickling the air, it stirs the breeze,
Whispering life through grass and trees.
In rain’s soft veil, it finds its place,
And paints a rainbow’s fleeting grace.
With every tilt, each shining glance,
The sun invites the world to dance.
So bountiful, it spills its light,
Yet wanders off come gentle night,
A lazy friend, unhurried guest,
Gifting warmth, then taking rest.
Our blue orb's oceans
As deep as the very height
Of spherical sky.
she brought light to the forest
it arrived in pops of turquoise, pinks and oranges
excited oaks, elms, and firs glowed with excitement
she was the ultimate orb, sent from heaven,
to give hope to those who had been sacrificed and buried here
their souls leapt with joy when she arrived
Spring angel wings graze silver moon in charcoal sky, icebound earth’s dream nap.
Date posted ; 25th March 2022
Nameless nomad from nowhere
needed nurturing in nestling niche,
where enticed excitement exuberant
enveloped enshrined emotions evermore.
On valiant venerable voyage,
vague venture veered in verdant valley,
ever eager to enter enthralling enclave
of enduring endearment enchanting,
reminded me to revere romantic rhythm
of reverie rippling on rapt rapture.
In storm of strife sad shadow swathed the sky,
in my life’s listless landscape
I lost lunar luminosity of your lilac love.
Exceedingly eager I emerged enamored
at the euphoric edge of ebullient ecstasy,
tried to tread the tantalizing twilight trail,
travel to your tulip tinged turquoise terrace.
My mind marauding in mauve meadow
murmured mesmerized, “don’t maroon me”,
even if eroding emerald enchantment
ever ended embittered, embedded in ember.
My grey garden got green glitzy glow,
fervor filled my firmament for I found you,
owned you overtly orbiting my obscure orb.
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March 19, 2022
Contest : My Lost And Found Love
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
Driving into a ball of gold
I would say orange but nothing rhymes
I’ve likely travelled miles untold
Lacking insight, completely blind
He glares at me; I can’t glare back
Right in my face, hard to ignore
When I look up, can’t see a thing
Except that hazy, golden orb
It seems that night will never come
This bloody sunset never ends
I’m likely going to miss my turn
This golden orb is not my friend
I know he’s only showing off
I know he’s having his own way
He’s burned into my retinas
I really wish he’d go away
silver orb
strung like
a Christmas bulb
Do you Love the Morning Orb
David J Walker
So, do you still love poetry after all of this
I know you love me
And will read what I write
with the praise of a lover opening her heart
to her beloved
when I walk among the clouds at dawn
and lay at your feet what I have seen
describing the indescribable coming of the dawn
do you love the words as much as me
or do you love the words as much as I love to
use them describing the you I want to believe in
When we were only two I was your only orb and
You were my only morning star
How far
How far
We have come
The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar
sits and spins and spins all day.
When she has spun a bucket of rich silk
an official takes it away.
What have you done with my spinnerets
and where is my hourly pay?
Your spinning is created into gossamer silk
and you work for a cricket a day.
Soon the silk will become richly made gowns
to be worn to the upcoming dance.
After the dance, the gowns will hang
for years with never a glance.
So, what was the point, cried the spider, aghast.
That was very hard work, you know.
Get busy and spin, said the man with bug spray,
you have yards and yards to go.
So, what is the message of this little tale,
the harried spider is anxious to know.
"Quickly go hide, leave your spinning behind,
change your name to The Black Widow!"
The gypsy's weird orb
It now floats on my ceiling
She must have cursed me
With the gentle compassion of maternal nurturing
A benevolent deity weeps over the world’s dismal state
While mesmerizing melodies sway to the dance of life
Her heart beats to the eloquence of universal love
Buoyant whispers riding over gossamer clouds on the run
Breathing hope into dreams of an auspicious sanctuary
AP: 1st place 2020
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