Short Moons Poems
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Just a dead ball of rock
I am so grateful to you
You may not know it
But you helped create me
You gave me the lunacy I need
The true blood of my mortal mind
AUGUST SILVER MOONS-
silvery, August
of Jupiter and its moons
electric the lights
Haiku
6/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
It’s the curse of the bent over plumber
Those who look say “Oh what a bummer”
It’s so silky and white
It must glow in the night
Hope it tans by the end of summer
©5/5/2023
Talking about the trends that are new
Inspire my future beyond the new moons
Many long days ahead
Still butter my own bread
And put on my own socks and pantaloons
Many moons have I seen since my birth,
left a footprint or two on the earth.
You can tell this is so
from above and below
if you look at my planet-like girth.
BiteSize no99 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
We tripped to the moon
On our honeymoon
Up up and away in a balloon
With each passing star, we swoon
As twinkling faces croon
On top of the world forever attune
that snake by half dipped clouds
where cold holds its stance
to feel winds tasting treats
In blue black hues
oil slick caught swirls
those ashen veins
that hide between
her slipping glance
and dainty stars
clamour for her might
I believe I shall tweak the moon’s nose, she said to us all.
We thought it was hilarious. A toddler, she was a doll.
I will do it in my dreams tonight, she said. I hope I don’t fall.
We laughed at her tale, it was whimsical and tall.
they hid lies behind complicated moons,
'til constellations turned to dust
& the sun vehemently objected,
interceding on truth's behalf
the earth did not split apart,
merely splintered every
tiny fragment of trust
Insignificant
This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
Whatever
You call it
So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons
And at night,
When your light isn't here
I will look to the moons glare
Knowing you are somewhere
Even if it is dark with out you
I know you will shine back through
I know you will shine on me like you do
And there will be light again.
Many Moons
Many moons have affected my way of life
From conflicts to divine meetings
To when I choose to say goodbye
I’m always pulled in the direction of what seems most right
When listening to the many moons
And the thousand faces she assumes
Hills roll green, nudging
blues and greys of stretching skies
that drape gold sunrays
gods feast on lost moons
devoured as the sea ebbs
a retreating roar
Horizons brighten
as Her footprints touch upon
time-worn shores, fading
the shadow of
the grim
reaper carving
out the
Indian white moon
swinging his scythe
splitting the moon
back and forth
through pitch-black
Russian sky
and soon
hanging over
the Black
Caspian Sea
are these
Gemini moons
and
i
let night
twirl her magenta baton
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt.
I was watching a pale moon.
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The lone tree always
waits for the dipping moon,
to give a parting kiss.
*
I grieve for the viola.
Why does it extend one?
petal for a landing pad.
Satish Verma
Moon of all time
No secrets within its light glow
Keeps on radiating
Through my soul deep inside
Conquering time
Through ambiance
Soothing my soul with light
Nobody can take this away
From my open desires within
Peace takes over
Like this one phrase --
Love is true forever
Russell Sivey
Skating
‘round the rings of
Saturn, my Triple Lutz
lands in my dreams. Mighty Mimas
looks and beams, but nearby Enceladus
screams when Pan drives the Zamboni,
right over poor Methone.
Complicating
Skating.
February 2022
"Give Me a Rictameter" Poetry Contest sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Harvest Moons
Indian summer’s green corn moon
Sighs a shy farewell – adieu -
Days pit-a-pat through a slowly closing door.
Amber autumn quietly knocks
In harvest hunter barley moons -
Frost blows air kisses through the keyhole.
8-4-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem #16
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Moons of many moons a plenty
The one moon I love is the harvest
Looking at you I'll never feel empty
In my opinion you are the far best
Your beautiful figure and the face you show
The sky you ignite in the dead of night
Your glorious color and gleaming glow
Little did you know you're my only light
Moons rise and fall,
rise and fall
slivers,
parts,
full.
Coyotes yip
and howl
in the screaming passage of softly passing night.
Time escapes
leaving us only symbols as its mark
and outside
is the big rush and blood-red tide.
Inside,
we watch the tick-tick-tick
of it all,
carried along.
The only ones
counting.
A poet I am,
A writer I be.
With my epilepsy,
I see what cannot be.
I am not better—
I am different.
The me I be
is love, to empower.
Know yourself.
Embrace your me.
Two moons bound in gold,
A diamond sun, set and sold.
Imperfect perfection
within the perfection
of the universe.
There are many types of moons to see
Some are nice and some are not for me
Moonlit skies on a warm summers night
Moon beam lights that are very bright
Moon pies to eat that are such delight
Moonlit paths along the beach
Moon and stars that are out of reach
Moons we see from pants hung low
Are moons that appear as a freak show
"essence of moons"
moons brilliantly glow
we dance within her arms
love grows evermore
together as one
such is our silhouette
rising to powers
illumination
a lasing merry go round
passions design
as moons shift and hide
under bright warm suns
such essence still remains
SkyWatcher
10-13-23
Dancing on the Moon’s floor,
we don’t need any oxygen;
Your eyes become stars
swaying to the rhythm of Space;
Sing your song to me
sunrise from the other side;
Your words become comets
lighting up the night with trails;
I find it so hard to believe
that space runs silent;
When I see you everything is endless,
I breathe.
I've been to the well
Too often to tell
The sky from a spell
Of ice salted dunes
Of threadbare cocoons
If there's a contrast
From future to past
The light sees it last
I breathe the allure
Of spaces obscure
Of nights darkly pure
Who else can I be
If I am not me
To straddle the sea
And follow the moon's
Melancholy tunes