Short Paper Moon Poems
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Paper tiger,
Good afternoon
Staring at
The paper moon
Lurking at
The water’s edge,
Capturing the
Beautiful origami bird
sometimes it's hard to be a bard
where hides hidden verse in paper yard
etched in stone or scribed in bars
follow the moon, follow the stars
Cutting out a paper moon,
now in April not in June.
Eating ice cream with a spoon,
seeing TV moon at noon.
Now gluing it will dry soon,
to make a funny cartoon.
Paper moon is a balloon.
Listen to poem:
tis the heart that yearns
eyes gazing at yonder moon…
love turning pages
June.04.2019
Writing Challenge 5, Senryu
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
it’s only a paper moon,
a near-invisible pulse~
a shimmer felt, not witnessed,
light unbound from its own shape,
vibration more than presence,
known only as it quivers~
a hush brushing through the soul.
The paper moon starts to glow
on a painted cardboard scene
when love truly starts to flow.
Now we know that you trust me,
I let the string puppets go
for an opening night's spree
beyond the play's make-believe.
who maketh these
flaws in mortal men
that life endures
again and again
without blemish
dreams of immortality
chase this paper moon
who maketh these stars
become alive
to ride again
without blemish
from end to end
this is my quest
Even asleep the universe revolves
Inside my minds eye,
I see the pictures go by
Via allowing the process of mind
To take me into the present time.
Suns warmth reminds me of you
Your warm ways bringing health
Happiness and relaxation,
But there it stops
Drops and rolls this paper moon.
The moon is full, my heart is too
Overflowing with love for you
It's cold outside, but not inside
Your warmth is spreading far and wide
It flows through me, controlled yet free
Eyes closed or open you're all I see
And one day soon let's watch that moon
Together, while Ella sings the tune
Softer than a whisper of a dream
my paper moon
has found no homestead
The morning dew
sees the dazzling of rain
When the party finishes before time
There's none who you can absolve you
Blurry revellers empty the streets
and the turn around
kicks like a harlequin
to scratch your gilded fears away
We can be beautiful together like one of those vintage scenes
your warm eyes and twinkling lights
You can be the glowing paper moon in my black sky
Cover me in your blanket of tiny golden stars
You make my world velvet
Yours is the lace wrapped my wrists
I am deliquescent in your capable hands
I am liquid longing for love
Let me fill your cup
Ella sent the invitation
Louis worked the door
to celebrate between the lines
inflection served du jour
My heart was given freely
their phrasings lined my soul
beyond the words and melody
goodbye to rock and roll
The Saints Were Marching In
as Satch blew his horn with glee
(and Ella said)
No, No They Can’t Take That
— Away From Me
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
The medic said put on these knickers
By golly they caused me loud snickers
Featuring a butt flap
They are truly mad cap
Not ‘cut out’ for tea at the Vicars!
Some people would term them ‘moon panties’
Their massive like those of my aunties
You may not want to spoon
When panties show a ‘moon’
These truly are not ladies scanties!
Inspired by my recent colonoscopy experience!
07/19/20
PROGRESS
A plastic sun, paper moon, painted sky of blue
End will come very soon no matter what we do
Manmade plants, not so nice but real ones never grow
Have a go toss the dice, one above and six below
Odds all fall against you, no one wins today
Some try but only just a few, yet no one gets their way
Our world is no use anymore even man can be replaced
In time the human substitute will be a brand new metal race
Form:
You stay here, you're gonna die. Not all at once, but little by little. Eventually, you'll become as hollow as I am.*
Wished upon a falling star,
tried to catch the rainbow’s end,
bought all kinds of lucky charms,
but love always passed me by
outside the place where I dwell
in perpetual dreaming
under a torn paper moon.
* Vic Fontaine (James Darren), “It’s Only a Paper Moon, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine S07 E10, 1998
Just traveling through
As I do relinquishing the daylight
In love with the darkness
For I can rest and watch the shadows play
With my imagination
Where the weary repose
Joyful darkness
Tales of men and women
Reaching out with limbs about the trees
Gliding across a paper moon
A hint of pearl around their soul
Searching for what was so long ago
Joyful darkness
Perplexed in a forest of the barren departed
Forever broken hearted
On an endless journey home
Here I stand
outside the gates again
knowing, I only belong inside
the iron, it's rust
the one thing I trust
the spikes, perfumed
picking on my brain
musking a life that is doomed
(I close my eyes and say goodbyes)
Here I stand
outside in the rain again
knowing, I only belong inside
withered and cold
flustered I'm told
a paper moon heart dripping
drenched in despair
gasping for the last breath of air
(I close my eyes and say my goodbyes)
But of course, tis only a dream