Moon Voice Poems

Once she whispered to me, with the voice of a breeze caressing the fields,
"Why me? What is it in me that makes you love me?"
And...

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I remember the look in your eye
your voice your smile your touch your kiss
I remember like it was yesterday
and suddenly how you had to go...

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You know the colour of peace is white —
And no wonder, white suits you so well.

I live in a world woven with dark,
And in its...

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it’s a women’s circle
a uniting of female energy
a gathering to band as one
to have our voices heard
over the discordance

through peaceful means
aiming to channel the universe’s...

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I want the sun
To keep warmth fun...
Which moon cant shun,
And be forever undone.

I want lofty peace 
That time don't lease...
Or by season decrease,
But Eon does...

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The Voice that spoke into being
Before the world began
Everything we see around us
He spoke them into being
The stars, the moon, the sun that shines
Birds and...

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Still as the moonless night, settling on the hills
reflecting dawn’s gentle light, softly flowing
rustling sighs, music bursting forth, happy thrills

beneath rushing winds, gentling dreams, mind-blowing
breath...

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Beneath the sunlit crown of June, I came alive,
Where the days stretch long, and fireflies thrive.
This is the month of tender bloom and stormy skies,
Of...

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Love came down, without a sound, assuring us of the presence, the grace, the peace that comes to those who simply believe God is always...

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I no longer chase the fleeting breeze,
Nor hold too tight to falling leaves.
What flows, flows with grace and ease,
What crashes, crashes—I'm at peace.

I’ve learned to...

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Would you sleep when the mountain gets steep?
Would you sleep when the valley gets deep?
I have the strength to climb to the highest peak
And the...

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     a towel released cross
       a sheepish floor
     lizards grin at
...

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Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
       ...

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Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.

The stars...

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The Fall



Barren trees , left to rust  

The wind blows 

Here comes the dust

The wandering eye , knows

For crooked teeth and sharp tongues don’t...

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