Woe unto thee, O vain lover,
Woe unto him whose sheets thou dost lie under
Go on, boast of thy wealthy new lover,
Yet turn to me and rediscover all our wonder.
Prize not coin, my dear Selene,
But the true love from God in whose grace we live under.
clad solar plexus
luminosity enrobed
selene awakes
The enchantress
placed a spell
under the full moon,
golden as Japanese
maple
Selene, I watch every night
Looking for you to come and bless us
Waiting for that one special night
When you are at your brightest
Wishes made to you at that moment
Especially wishes from loving couples
They are most times granted without hesitation
And that is how love grows for us mortals
© Poem – VIII/XXIX/MMXXIV
LRET
shimmering selene
drapes shivering trees ~
enchanting dark
Stunning shimmering selene
shivers in
silver sea
Ship sails
steadily
when
soothing selene sparkles
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For Joseph May, Picture This 2 - 7 Lines
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He slumbers,
resting on grass soft as down,
in eternal sleep’s soft bondage.
As Sun pulls up his weary horses,
gold-flecked manes toss
shimmering dew drops to cling to rose flesh
a coat of silver as the day rests.
Underneath Night’s shroud, he now lies,
a vision unseen but for one
who sits on moon’s cradle,
to sigh
and warm in Night’s chill splendour.
She gazes upon the downed bed,
for here her eyes will forever rest
aching and adoring
upon fair Endymion’s eternal face.
The Goddess of the Moon looked down,
Upon the quiet garden.
She watched night creatures at play,
The owl, raccoon and marten,
Seeking as they do each night,
Their simple, humble fare,
And smiled as she watched them,
The breeze catching her hair.
The silver strands float all about,
Her visage so exciting.
So ethereal, so mystical,
Her crystal gaze enticing.
I come each night to watch her dance,
While everyone is sleeping,
And all is quiet, peaceful, still,
The lovely maid comes sweeping,
Silver streaks of moon light,
Through town and wood and glen;
Then morning comes and she is gone,
Till moon rise comes again.
Golden diadem
Long wings, the eye of the night
Goddess of the moon
Heaven in a chariot drawn
A pedestal of the throne
11.03.16
lunar deity
The moon hangs bold yet serene
In its pool of molten moonlight
When the night belongs to Selene.
When the night bleeds aubergine
Into the folds of daylight,
The moon hangs bold yet serene.
The sky and the ocean convene
As lazy waves drag hazy starlight,
When the night belongs to Selene.
When the night sky crowns its queen
With stars of the purest white,
The moon hangs bold yet serene.
Her opulence lingers between
Fragments of essence and sleight
When the night belongs to Selene.
We worship her peaceful routine,
Performed from magnificent heights.
The moon hangs bold yet serene
When the night belongs to Selene.
Swept into the night Selene..
Glistening beads her fragrance
Soft silk sensations warm breast
Sliding kissing soapy, showers; scentful
Dreams collapsing unto that the waiting
Perfumed tiles while the world disappears
The moon melting a hummingbird hovering
Above their windows sill where she cries
Everything is right, pure; into the bedroom
They go and love as she, turns down the lights.
Like when I'm in your arms i am safe
Like when in running agaisnt the wind
All my loosing all my fears within
With every light seeping through
I couldn't dream of anything more immaculate
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
"Your beauty is all I seek
Come stay an enternity in sleep"
"cold mistress just leave me
I'm going throughly this star-caressed lands, wasted"
"You are for me
Shall be mine
together; never Lovelorned
Within an enteral rest
Passing through thy heart"
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
This is my dream Come and find me as a sleep
Selene took my from my sheep
Selene; forevermore shall In sleep
Her golden crown shone brightly through dark-quiet.
Adorned, in robes of earthen hues and flowing
Fiery dragons pulled her silver chariot.
Clasping whiteness within her hands, love glowing.
Selene kneeled before her father to beg him.
Her love’s eternal sleep and youth, her new whim,
Nightly, now, she treks the skies for love treasured.
Zeus granted her wish, sleep upon her shepherd.
© February 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
The Goddess Of The Moon looked down,
Upon the quiet garden.
She watched night creatures at play,
The Owl, Raccoon and Marten,
Seeking as they do each night,
Their simple, humble fare,
And smiled as she watched them,
The breeze catching her hair.
The silver strands float all about,
Her visage so exciting,
So ethereal, so mystical,
Her crystal gaze enticing.
I come each night to watch her dance,
While everyone is sleeping,
And all is quiet, peaceful, still,
The lovely maid comes sweeping,
Silver streaks of moonlight,
Through town and wood and glen,
Then morning comes and she is gone,
Till moon rise comes again.
REFLECTIONS ON SELENE
When very young I was a devout acolyte of the Goddess Selene
As she began her monthly journey when night fell askance,
When earth became lit from her head’s beatific radiance
And golden crown glorious to be seen.
When she increased after mid-month I loved her dearly,
But after many a cloud-filled night I felt a dread .
One night I went out and saw she was missing half her head:
I searched everywhere in the garden, frantically, wearily,
Behind stone gnomes and around gnarled trunks of trees,
Until I found her lying in a puddle, seeming dead.
I put my timorous hand in the water to touch her head
And she came alive and wriggled endlessly with ease.
I slept happily knowing she had not lost by chance
Half of her divinely beautiful countenance.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's Contest INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY
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