Moon Writing Poems

I put my pen to paper , what should I say
Maybe comment on the brilliant sunshine coming my way
Or perhaps about life's opportunities would be...

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poet, you called me?
          oh no - that’s not I ...
     ...

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I love the end of the day,
when the sun wants to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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A waste paper basket, a trash can, a bin
Whatever you call it, some things won’t stay in
The things that you write
Long into the night
May make,...

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In the shadow's caress, where light fears to tread,
Echoes of silence, in the void widespread.
A tapestry woven with threads of the night,
Where dreams fracture under...

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I've touched the flame of the poet's soul
and felt the burning of wondrous wonder
it dances in my mind a brighter glow
where treasured words are there...

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The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.

All the colour is...

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Sitting in my writing chair
illuminated by a single candle
and light from a waxing gibbous moon
penetrating my office window.

This would work for an hour or so
until...

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The spring of healing has its own anthem, 
It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, 
Glaring upon the moving...

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Staring out the window
Shall my princess arrive around thy corner
as she graced before 
pondering with a steadfast gaze 
Reluctant to depart as the Hare begins...

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They say the sun has a way with searing our sights, 
maybe it just might,
But stars could swoop through the obscurity,
blazing in a sea of...

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Had they left this trail of words
Leading to a shadow
Concealing a mystery
As a challenge
Perhaps
A map-less guide
To an unknown horizon
Peeking over a surprised sunrise
Maybe an invitation
To...

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The less
I move my lips at my 4:00 am Saturday morning sessions
The more
These words are trees standing still beside a racing river

A long way away
Freight...

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I create. And it's more than just 
words that rhyme, if I could I'd
write all the time.

I can make words fly or crawl
beg her back,...

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 I
see
What floats
behind those
blurry eyes, from a
million seas between you and I, 
weary wounds, Broken ballads from torn tears, she was your
once upon a moon,...

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