Opaque opal white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance.
Clouds at platoon
trying to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon
glazes to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon
in spoon full charm makes lovers lunatic.
I enjoy each phase of Moon, drinking dreamy desires.
Potential is this
Observed in signal atom
Resonance of in kind
Turning all that we see in
Singularities in time
(Pen in hand, the work will follow --
writers’ nature deplores a hollow)
I’ve seen the moon
in many phases
a wonder to behold
with telescope
sought clearer to define
only so much revealed
by the human eye unaided
the blinkered heart
having even less options --
senses themselves
Creation’s greatest mystery
what determines a life
the mortal language of feelings
very private till on vivid display
the craters of the moon so much like
love, even in light a pocks of shadows
at its elusive edges – strange what
we gaze upon in our abstract nights
wondering if you occasionally recall me
if you yet have visions of me and notion
to wonder what may have been missed
in transience?
heels spin to worn paths,
mask grimacing yesterdays—
eyes not quite so sure
if this swerve of direction
is up down or whatever
sky stares down the gaze
but chin is still uplifted
as rain lashes face—
challenging storm's resurgence
mirror's stance of defiance
cliff gave no warning
of free-fall rocks in full view,
with no hold to siege
in the up-down tailspin crash—
to pucker up start again
chisel gouges bone
features blurred recast remade
as the past erased—
yet the scar itself engraves
phantom in impost's shadow
two mirrors collide
eyes locked in a frozen glare
neither one will yield—
defiance sharper than blades
masks slam together head first
shards spill out from glass
reflections just don't matter
tattered unravelled—
what remains is radiance—
that shines from the self within
The table’s set, the cards are stacked,
Coffee is ready, out come the snacks.
Allana grins, that knowing look—
She’s got Phase 1 like it’s a book.
We start out slow, just laying sets,
But soon the room is full of bets:
“Will she skip me?” “Who's on Phase 3?”
The drama builds deliciously.
A run of four, a colour sweep,
Wild cards hoarded, secrets deep.
“Who shuffled this?” we all accuse,
As Allana drops—Phase 5, no shoes.
She plays with style, she plays with sass,
She’ll drop a Skip and raise her glass.
A card shark No. She’s something more:
The kind of friend worth playing for.
Phase 7 brings some minor feud—
“Reverse again? You’re kinda rude!”
But laughter trumps each petty slight,
And every hand makes hearts feel light.
By Phase 10, the end is near,
Unless she's stuck—then we all cheer.
But win or lose, it’s understood:
With Allana there, it’s always good.
So here’s to nights we won’t forget,
With rules, revenge, and no regret.
Through every deal, you make it fun—
Phase 10’s best with you, Allana.
Scott W.
When I was born, my parents rejoiced,
My feeble cries, their sweetest noise.
A sheath of joy embraced their hearts,
A love that never would depart.
When I wed, two souls entwined,
Our faces beamed, our hearts aligned.
Though life's road was yet unclear,
Happiness whispered, always near.
When our children graced the earth,
Their smiles were joy of boundless worth.
Even miles apart, their laughter stayed,
A dream that never would fade.
As they grew, our nest stood still,
Yet pride and love our hearts did fill.
Through highs and lows, their presence shines,
A treasure beyond all space and time.
Beyond ourselves, the world we see—
Strife and hunger, misery.
Yet when we give, hope reappears,
Happiness blooms in grateful tears.
It seems that the moon gets the most attention when its full, big and round
No one seems to really care when all the other moon phases come around
As for me, I could never choose a phase and say that one is the best of all
I mean all the phases have their own beauty no matter how big or small
Waning is when the moon shrinks up and the illumination gets slight
Then we have what is called a New Moon and its nowhere in sight
Then the waxing phase kicks in and it keeps getting bigger every night.
The quarter moons are thrown in there, their illumination is 50 percent bright
So, I hope the next time you find yourself outside as the sun starts to go dim
You are just outside admiring the moon whether its big and round or slim.
Great works are like
Fossilized trees
Petrified by time
And turned into stone.
Great works are testament
Of hard work, perseverance
And made up of precious materials
That goes beyond generations.
Great works are history
Of life, progress and conflicts
Never run out of legendary stories
That carve a name in the epoch of time.
quote:"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
Orson Welles"
until then i bade goodbye
left family with wet eyes
new realm to study in USA
hopes were high in all our hearts
Until then time was fleeting
months passed fast becoming years
finally after long time
got warm hugs from family
finally I meet a girl
got married I had to leave
after long six long months wait
saw her happy face again
she went to see her parents
felt home sick living alone
there she died of heart attack
hoping to unite our souls
Innocence, how did I lose you?
Once as a child, my innocent smiles,
Mesmerized young and old adults alike,
The laughter soft as morning dew,
Disappeared with the rising sun.
Innocence, how did I lose you?
As kids we believed in all the stories our parents told,
Mickey mouse was real, so was flying Dumbo,
The fleeting cherished moments still linger in my heart.
Innocence, how did I lose you?
As adults, new adventures in life began,
Love, learning, and striving to be the best,
Sometimes choked the throat of innocence.
Innocence, how did I lose you?
In older age, wrinkled face took over the innocence,
When trying to find peace for my soul,
The fleeing innocence consoled my heart.
Life faces two extremes, acme and nadir,
When we ascend to acme, we glow in its glory,
Self-confidence grows, sometimes ego too,
Seldom we reach out to people in need.
When we are down to the nadir point in life,
There is no hope, no sight of light in tunnel,
No one to cry on shoulders, no one to give a helping hand,
But the self-esteem comes in, hopes rise from ashes like phoenix.
We will face these phases in our lives,
Optimism extends hands to both phases of life,
Pessimistic thoughts will put you down,
Sometimes, looking for guidance from God helps us too.
Most people that I meet,
Indoors or on the street,
Are essentially polite,
So, we don't get in a fight.
After I know them a while,
They may become hostile,
With opinions really strong,
And then I'm always wrong.
Later, I find they're insane,
And we become friends again.
The crazy phase is more fun
When all is said and done.
The dark is not scary
You are just as bright as the sun
But in darkness you illuminate
The tallest of trees
Whisper sweet dreams
Lull the people in their beds to sleep
And hold all the secrets of the night
Moving through the phases of my life
One cycle at a time
Monsters come awake in your light
And flowers bend over,
Ready for the much needed escape
From treacherous humidity
My hair thanks you for cooling the air
And moving the tide
Now I can finally tie my curls down with a silk scarf
And sleep in your radiance
Falling for you
in Love
out of love
falling into depression
on my face
into failure
hitting rock bottom
before climbing to the top again
Life hits hard, and sometimes you just have to strike back harder
Good things come and go, bad things sting and leave scars
Periods of blessings, followed by phases of curses
And the cycle repeats all over again once more
With the wisdom of the moon, I see that all things in life are phases
The dusk comes, followed by the pending dawn
Forever this cycle repeats, just as the moon never stays full forever
And so is the way of life, cycles and phases, blessings and curses
Until one day when it stops
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