Short Cratered Poems

cratered like swiss cheese 
brightest at full moon 
lantern of the night...

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the
moon
is
no 
longer
cratered
by
footsteps.
outterspace. cosmic. distance. love's wilderness. wonder....

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A professional wrestler of gators
Tried his luck as a restaurant waiter
   He'd feint and he'd juke
   Many patrons puked
Seafood business surprisingly cratered...

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A ball of orange
A pumpkin ball
Fat and round
stripes that drawl

Orange and bright
White with glow
Stem on top
Bent and frow

Skin that's speckled
Flat and cratered
Glossy, shiny
Like a gator...

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You
are beautiful.
like the moon.
cracked and cratered.

You
life meteors.
bombard.

You
do not pull away.
from the earth.
enlightened and light.


-maria
11.8.15
*remembering typhoon haiyan victims and survivors...

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I would dance upon the cratered moon,
for just one dance with thee.
I would sip the hemlock,
if touched by your lips the goblet be.
I would peculate the honeycomb,
and risk wrath of the bee,
if you had deigned to ask the honey
from impoverished me....

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full moon basks in light
reflecting the sun’s bright rays…
     illumination

void of emotion
the cratered face seems to stir…
     light lost as sun moves

amber crescent hangs
tip it an sip its Chablis…
     warm gold nectar soothes



*Entry for Joe Maverick’s haiku contest...

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Luna
a female moon
gilded golden by Sol.
She reflects His magnificence
upon the surface of Her cratered face
And as She rises in His wake
wolf packs howl in homage
to the Goddess
Luna.


(Rictameter)


8/04/2021


Is The Moon Male or Female or Both Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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  Joseph's brothers dipped his coat
    into the blood of a goat

  Jacobs said, My beloved son is surely gone
    That was the robe he had on... 

  Joseph is still alive, the brothers said later
    With that, their integrity cratered

  Jacob disregarded them, they had lied before
    ~ The brothers had gotten what they had asked for...

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A sordid smile
    a crooked frown
  invisible bile
    a tattered gown
  
  Different color elbows
    cavernous armpits
  Unflavored saliva and spit

  A blistering waistline
    curious shoulders
  A cratered mind
    rocks and boulders

  Checklist never-ending
    no suitors pending
  Resolve never-bending
    all offers final ~ depending...

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From the opaque depth of the dark space
rises the beguiling blue disc, half obscure,
of mother earth showing its gleamed face
to the cratered barren moonscape to lure
with sapphire beauty of common ancestry,
a saga in the chronicle of celestial history.



September 29, 2019
Contest : Make It Six
Sponsor : Joseph May
Image chosen : #3...

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With claws capturing it's abode.
A palace for monarchs was built,
On pedestals of unsung odes.

As the sun waned, proud fountains sighed,
Gently weeping, splashing sweet tears,
The moon opened cratered eyes wide,
And shone away the fountain's fears.

The opulence of this land too,
Faded to black in time's hard hands.
Forgotten trails like Xanadu,
Could not conquer time's slipping sands.


Contest: Stepping Through Time
6 Jan 2017...

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a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence. 

in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns
perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms

in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms 
lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence
cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns

Catharsis traces passionate patterns of rhythms in cadence....

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Cinderella got palaced
   Bambi was Fawned
101 Dalmatians were painted
   A Little Mermaid was spawned

Donald Duck got Daisy'd
   Goofy went crazy
Captain Hook was gatored
   Mysterious Island cratered

Snow White was dwarfed
   A Beauty was Beasted
The Three Little Pigs
   On a big bad wolf feasted

Be they movies, cartoons or books
   All these stories deserve a second look
Reason enough for you to 
   Read to your children; give back what you took...

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It was the very cusp of day,
The last vestiges of night—
The cratered-moon, it sipped away,
And with it too, its light.

The sleepy sun was yawning 
As the beams did slowly wake—
Appropriate for such a thing 
As the day’s auspicious break!

What of night, now dreaming?
It will come the morrow rise—
Even as the sun retires,
And the winged-moon, it flies!

Smiling o’er a restless sea,
Beyond the things of man—
Proudly doth the moon appear,
For it has always been....

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it's been quite

quiet

on Eilean Mòr
but I paid my tribute to amphibious armies
buried the critter with a roadkill requiem
watched through the eye of a needle
how the bomb-cratered garden glows after dusk
how Magda Goebbels mix tears with cyanide
in joy in glory
slowly walks the night
and I speak no words in this debate
I've been quite quiet since this charade
quite quiet after the grey parade
but 

SCREAMING

through this daydream masquerade!...

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Her face is wrinkled, cratered, and scarred;
It’s far from flawless; agèd; hard.
But when the night is right, she’ll overflow,
For about her is an indelible glow;
A glorious white that lights the sky
As I kiss her surface with my distant eye,
And stretch out my fingers for a feel
But she steps an inch back, arousing appeal;
I wish the nights would bleed over days
So I could bathe in her luminous ivory rays.
Cursed be the sun, for when comes the dawn
With an opalescent yellow yawn....

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