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Where cold stars exist in the dark, serene winds whisper to trees and scarce human ears can listen, lone songs wail in the distance in frozen moon's silver spotlight, a mark left where paws had paused. Written by: Kelly Deschler. January 16th, 2015 Inspired by creature #3 Coyote nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.
Night-Blooming Jasmine expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire; greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals
A gallant moon extends gold fingers to me on the dance floor as I slip my legs into the chorus line of tall, green grass with ease. Like a spiraling leaf, I'm free until eyes freeze upon his tracks.
Open the gate and step into the night's adventure A golden full moon hovering in world of his own The moonlight is magical Night darkness under the moon dew glistens Where the diamonds - the emeralds and the jewels shine among all the golden Golden light envelops water pearl luster in a bed of cotton As the waves swell in the ocean Carefully the wind plays over the harp Interaction with the moonlight and the dream that is my own 30.03.2014 A-L Andresen :) Contest Name Poems about the moonlight Sponsor SKAT A Deadline 4/25/2014
Earth's sphere of fire bids adieu to me As dying embers gleam across the sea In rare hues reflected by autumn trees, Swirling in motion with October's breeze. I feel the joy this season has to share In golden harvest that the branches bear, And I am thankful for this blessed year, For divine abundance I share so dear. The sun and moon take on a special glow As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow. Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive, Those mem'ries of past seasons still alive. When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost I know, in breathless beauty, I'll be lost. © 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
I dare you to say, "It's because of the full moon." My heart is not made of iron. No magnetism Pulls me like the ocean's tide, Holding me here by your side. Instead, please tell me That our hearts will beat as one Regardless of the moon or sun. Say that you'll be here When we become old and gray... Then, say the moon made us that way. Ray Dillard 10-13-11
Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until The next seasons change takes place. Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice, Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below. Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance, Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into A winter wonderland of frost and white icings Gleaming brilliance. A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within The heavens above, a glittering field of gems Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon. In this picturesque display, the writer ponders Humbly, to the wonders of nature's masterful Hands of creation, to be able to create such Beauty on this frozen canvas, and the poet Is left in awes wake of hushed expression. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets. When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.
I will sit on the porch, with the August moon The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon ... softly humming to make me smile * In soothing rhythm, all the while while shadowed moonlight knows our tune A lonely owl, and then a lark, calls out to me, within the dark Starlight glistens, this peaceful night, while the moon and I, together, listen * How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze The falling leaves around me curl, to fall asleep beneath the trees I'll make a wish, and close my eyes and drink the splendid moonlit night I will sit with the moon for awhile.... while keeping me company, with its gentle light.... * * * *
Through a rose petal forest, The Spring wind sings A luscious symphony Of sighs and whispers. Light and shadow dance Cheek to cheek To the music of the boughs Beneath a prismatic honey moon. Nature's kaleidoscopic dress Flows and swirls in chittering delight. Leaves rustling, branches tussling, In an ancient dance of mirth.
Shielded by clouds of crimson, the sun's last flames are fanned. And as the Lady ascends, ebony shadows disband. The Moon's magical rise can induce a hypnotic trance. For She is a sassy sprite, and muse to both song and dance. She adorns the black of space, like an orchid of the sky. And when observed in full bloom, Her beauty warrants a sigh. Baying wolves pay Her homage, howling their melodic tune. And regale the Queen of night, celebrating each full moon. Despite pitted skin and scars, She imbues hope to lost dreams. And on enchanted evenings, dances upon sparkling streams.
Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon's held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There's a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden's through And once again the night is new We'll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that's over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. . . I've felt the sunshine's warmest glow One day I'll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he'll go And when they're in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.
Moonlight .... watching over the dark Let your thoughts wander in silence murmur Capture in your hands a little moonlight veil Quiet moments that break down Raspy cry of a swan couple Ears and eyes watching in the night magical mood The sparkling silence is gone - eternal contrasts Background sound from the stream that roars The air is filled with pure truth - the night turns into a new day 18.05.2014 A-L Andresen :) Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The ocean I used to live beside the sea It was not long ago A footpath went along the beach One could walk, and watch the show As the ocean played its song of love And the seagulls made much din It was a lovely place to go As each day, it did begin. I loved it in the morning times When the moon was big and round It seemed to rest upon horizon Such joy I often found Admiring me, this yellow orb That seemed so very huge And as I'd walk, within my dreams I'd often take refuge. Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too And watch the sun go down As the sky would turn to marmalade And it seemed this Sphere would drown As the ocean swallowed it all up And the night came creeping in And seagulls sang there evening songs How I loved their noisy din. There's something about the mighty ocean That makes me want to write The seaweed and the salty breeze Give me such sweet delight I love the rivers, love the lakes And yet the wild, wild sea It has a treasure of it's own That just calls out to me. 5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.
16th & 28th may 2012. By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores, To calm my mind's fury that was churning galore. There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me, Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free. Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone, Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown. And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down, Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around. Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat, Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat. The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me, A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays. On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand, And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand. The stars, planets and the moon up above, Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now…… The sand was my warm bed at night, The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight. Spirits look down on me from all round and up above, Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love. I felt I was in paradise that night, Under the moon shining bright, And then opened, the flood gates of my mind, Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined. And then my mind's canvas filled with tone tint and hues With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse. Stop leaving and you will arrive, Or else joys of innocence you will deprive…. Stop searching and you will see, Don't hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free… Stop running away and you will be found, What goes around comes around.. I struggle no more, I live my moments without hate and abhor. I walk freely and can now attract, That to me which was absolutely abstract. For in me has now absolutely dissolved, The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved. To the next level evolved i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read
The chill of night holds old remorse Like some old song I've heard before And though a half moon knows the chords Such crescent music strays off course Through dark of night all eyes are blinded Such slender light, so small upturned With strains of sadness so aligned Where even stars weep sad nocturnes Please moon, become the whole you are I need your lamp to see me through Although there are one million stars This night is lonely without you So slight your smile that fills the eye Each falling star will search the sky ___________________________________ For Russell's Contest: Moon Is My Muse 3/3/13
Harvest Moon you seem to loom And peer at will into my room Like a magnet you pull me in Hypnotized, I'm lost within Shimmering stardust... raining Burst of golden flecks, sailing Harvest Moon you seem to loom And peer at will into my room ~*~ 7/14/13
The wind laughs softly The full moon with the stars In the sky, As I lie near the fountain Gazing at the Exquisite beauty Of the nature. It's the charm of the moon Opens so many thoughts And dreams. The moon Looks like a beautiful Ballerina Dancing with the troop of The professional stars. Twisting carelessly with the Elegance of a swan Through the lilac beauty Of the spring time. The sky seems a bandanna. A dewy freshness Fills my heart and soul. How beautiful is the night, I captivated, enchanted. Oh! Gealach, ben reine ny hoie. _________________________ "Gealach" means......Brightness, "ben reine ny hoie" means.....Queen of the night. The language of the Isle of Man. _________________________ The moon and the moon poetry in general seems to dispel the human centredness that we all suffer from. Thank you for reading. Chitta.
Moon's Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways Moon's Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim's Place Moon's Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display Tho' She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase The Unknown and Known Questions Raised Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says … My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven's Face That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace Borne At The Blessed-Beginning's Base My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray … My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay – My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase And Beams Brighter Now … Tho' Slanted-Gaze … The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River … … Moon's Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace Moon's Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways Moon's Pilgrimage … Into The Night's Embrace … …
I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one. I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, in the World up to that day. And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay. A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white. She became the best friend I'd ever have, you might say we were tight. I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall. Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all. I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day. Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way. The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff. A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff. As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced. And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice. Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay. This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day. Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete. I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet. Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone. But it didn't really matter, for we always knew the way home. As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below. Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does. The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in. They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend. At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow. Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show. Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow. The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear. We'd talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here. Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song. At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged. He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car. I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar. From inside his car he played a song he'd written, while he had been there. I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete. Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
standing alone...in the center of our own universe while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain holds a circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber tears.... The romantic side of me, wants the moon to be an emotional witness to such love....ahhhh! (For P.D's contest)
Ivory moon how you make me swoon, as you cast your ivory rays. Uncertain thoughts of costly talks surrounded by a thunderess gaze. Eye's of forgotten beauty look upon, as the ivory moon hum's a song. Never the less I must confess, The song that moon did sing; Made me feel a beautiful passion As that ivory moon comforted me.
I awoke one morning It was incredibly bright I drew back the curtains To a most amazing sight It was like we had two suns Orange orbs, floating in the sky The heat that was being emitted I felt the atmosphere dry I turned on the TV It must be on the news From where i stand Surely I'm not the only view Is it a phenomenon Or nature playing her tricks The camera crews are at NASA Lets see what they make of it Deep in outer space An explosion we can't comprehend Has sent a massive meteor To our moon it's journey ends Our world is now in peril The Moon held us stable Can us scientists do something I'm not sure we are able There will never be many times When the whole world stopped and stared But this is one of those times We have every right to be scared http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php
Silently the moon rose from, it seemed The Whispering Trees This, I dreamed When all is dark and silent A Heartstone Moon shall rise It's soft light illuminating All you meant So many things change Never a Heartstone Moon New seasons to arrange Queens, coming soon Such mysterious light Filled a castle with wonder and delight So close, it seemed Such a beautiful thing Can only be a dream Only an Eastern pink sky, can fade a moon So perfect Long, will it lie In your heart A Heartstone Moon Gathered her stars Let them play Above, a castle That will see the dawn soon A moon is for dreams Stars for love This is why... Or so it seems A starlit sky Castle below A Heartstone Moon, above
When night is done and dawn is here the moon replaced with a golden sphere, when all the song birds sing as one that's when a new day has begun. The sun that shines through morning haze will soon become a midday blaze, this ball of orange light will soon spread out to meet the afternoon. The golden sphere now spreads it's web as day is coming to it's ebb, the sun will set, and very soon will be replaced with a silver moon. The moon casts shadows through the trees and shines it's light on darkened seas, a silky sheet of heavenly light heralding the coming night.
There was a battle Between darkness and light The moon and the night As hard as it fought Night was no match The stars glowered in envy Eclipsed by her outreaching glow For the moon reigned over all As if a lighthouse Hung in the heavens Shedding her light To guide lost souls
I am Moon Shining in the Night Softening the Earth's Darkness With my Subdued Light
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun, You instinctively know what must be done. I bask in your warmth to gain energy; Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree. You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night Even aware when your eye is closed tight. You sway our emotions, also the sea; Cause turmoil at times or tranquility. I love you Earth and all of your creatures. There's joy in knowing you are our teachers. I will, to treat you with respect and care And pray that the world will become aware When we poison you, we poison us too. Keeping you balanced will grow life anew. We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire; Ether, divine, our longing desire Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth And love that's bestowed when given our birth. So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune. © Connie Marcum Wong
It is strange how things that we see and take for granted in everyday life should suddenly instil in our minds a new awareness of their presence A silent moment a brief pause from life's ever quickening pace a moment of peace - in times like these a common thing like a dried old tree becomes alive with beauty It stands like a quiet sentinel who has witnessed many an event through time Time has passed by but it remains silently standing there O Tree! What secrets do you store in your noble branches? How many events have you recorded that man knows nothing of? In your younger days when you wore your mantle of green you nested the carefree birds to their offspring you gave protection When the sun scorched the earth you gave them cool shade On a cool windy night you gave them warmth How pleasant was their song to your ear as they sang a song of thanks to you You were a playmate to the children When they romped at your feet or climbed on your branches you smiled Time grew older and the children became lovers You saw them kiss in your shade soft with the light of the moon The aura of their love touched your leaves and you blushed Today they have all gone away but you still remain silent sentinel still waiting and watching How many untold events have you witnessed faithful keeper of secrets? O that my soul could commune with you and share of your rugged beauty! Most Noble Tree! forgive me for my once-waxen eyes
Quiet slide a small boat with two One beautiful summer night in a small pond The water is filled with the silver from the moon Flashing silver pearls on the water Perfect for romance Their hearts are on fire They are only concerned about each other Shrouded into the moonlight and love Hot kisses ... whatever it leads to Romantic tender words to each other The night is colored in shades of blue The man in the moon is witness and whispers ... hush ... let them be .... let them be 12.09.2013 A-L Andresen :)
The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear. Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life. I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself . As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at . By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come. The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South. As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss. There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ? What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body. As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night. It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, By; Shanity Rain
Summer sunshine in her hair The Autumn moon in her eyes Winter's promise buried there Hints of Spring therein lies The Autumn moon in her eyes Winter's snow upon her skin The seeds of Spring wait to rise To field the Summer once again Winter's snow upon her skin Spring flowers to grace her face Summer's vow to come again Until Autumn takes its place Spring flowers to grace her face Summer's sunshine in her hair Autumn hints leave bare a trace That Winter's cold will follow there
A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine God. Into the night sky I gaze, awed by space and time and the wide expanse of the Milky Way, a dot among endless galaxies. They spin and swirl in a dance in the gaping voids of space and blackness, their light coming to us from a time before our Earth formed. A ripple in time, we are here for a moment like fleeting vapors in this vast, great universe-- members of a divine Whole. --for 'A Ripple In Time' Contest --written 05/05/2013
The summer passed so fast I thought you and I would never last You told me our memories won't be just a blast Ever was I the one to doubt our past. Clouds were soon hiding the sun The difficult hadn't even yet begun I saw your shadow everywhere I went I guess that's just how much you meant. But even in the darkest hour The moon was there-a source of power And each look made you feel so near A dream to chase the presence of my fear…
Feeling happy. Lord, I feel so very happy I want to dance, I want to sing I want to glance up to the Heavens And let the starlight, to me bring The sound of angels laughing with me Because this world is oh, so sweet Sometimes I'm just filled with laughter And every day I feel complete. Whether sun is shining softly Or the rain is pouring down If the wind is howling at me I'll never, ever wear a frown For I am living in a haven It be this world so wonderful All the birds are singing sweetly Seems this world has got it all. I see the moon up in the Heavens And the stars so beautiful As I walk on each new morning Oh, yes indeed, I love it all Here in in my world, I have no troubles I am a king, a beggar too I have everything, and nothing I guess I'm of the chosen few. 12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.
A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight At once belief that made him he who walked where others went Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear He saw him casting off his flesh then soared into the air He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." ~Christopher Thor Britt The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest
dancing icy underfoot crackle pathways moonlight loves the feminine presence prescience laughter singing prayerful chants of thank you ritual nurture
lllllllllllllllllllll I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream As sunlight falls great shadows dance through fire and breath redeemed in pulsing rhythm a trek set forth to fulfill a tribal need I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and leap from the edge of nature's bounty and gaze through Savanna's eyes ^^^^^^^
down goes the curtain on this moonless night of stars I spread out and look up
Liberating Luna Luna is making her rounds again Arrayed in her full circle of bright light. . . Casting her luminous rays on bare emotions She barges into the private sanctuary Of the psyche with the powerful thrust Of her surreal self and her imaginings. She offers the promise of lunacy to lean on While shifting the seas to her command. Luna moves through the nuance of night quietly, Often veiled by the shadows of passing clouds, But her radiant silver sheen may still be seen Through glowing mist as she enchants the sky. If you want to feel the full ecstasy of her might Swim or bathe naked in her light! © 2013 April For Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "From here to the moon and back Contest"
Sunrise Sings Sunset Dances Twilight Whispers Moonrise Romances
From deep beyond the canyon rim, Appearing at first night; The moon appears upon a whim And relays its borrowed light. Then rising there above the knoll, Through wisps of misty white; The moonlight falls as flakes of snow Upon the countryside. ~M
In a world of conflict and scheming, may I never awaken from dreaming of someday being able to float out -- out in my own little boat -- out on a moon-lit bay where tropical waters play and a cooling breeze drifts by. The salt sea air would be bracing -- would set my weary heart racing -- there on that moon-bright bay. Only gulls overhead, as they fly, and I, would hear, from the sandy shore, the palms as they rustle. I sigh -- oh -- I never would ask for more than to float on the nurturing sea -- only you and the moon there with me.
New Moon Ships once moved on calm blue rolling oceans Carried by tidal forces and winds in gentle motions Lands and seas bordered one another peacefully Once the orbits of the worlds turned in tranquility Now the seas scramble in strange angles to the sky Fight like warriors on the horizon as they rise Waters reach thousands of feet high to cover continents At first we thought conspiracy, a plot by Communists Ever since the new moon arrived from outer space To join our other one rotating in its place Earth just isn't the same old place of peace and order Doomsday is right around the corner That giant wall of water heading toward you is a tsunami You had better say your prayers and call your mommy (I still think this is the consequence of Putin and the commies.)
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts. In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown. It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land. One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward. As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth. Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good. He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning. As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness. The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood. As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger, there was more light, and warmth. When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in light and warmth. Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours. After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one. The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time. He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth. The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
kissing golden sands in endless admiration accursed by the moon a sweet surrender caught in stoic web of time joy reigns eternal waves hug sand sweetly serenades 'Would you be my valentine?' ~*~ For PD's sponsored contest: "(Double) Haiku and One Questionku" 01/30/13
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night. Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air... The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine! Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream. Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside and possums scramble up the hillside earth. Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there and adds romance to this nocturnal scene. Amid the forest's trees of pine and oak, these charms display the gift of God's design! Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH Soft LIGHT of MOON ob-SCURES the BEAU-ty THERE And ADDS ro-MANCE to THIS noc-TURN-al SCENE a-MID the FOR-est's TREES of PINE and OAK these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD'S de-SIGN ©by Regina Riddle Written on July 29, 2014 Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014 Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Roy Jerden I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.
The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real I spun around on my toes, with my face looking at the stars, The cool breeze lightly touching my face Wearing just my summer dress, The beautiful melody of song, in the Back round touched my heart Everything was a dream, a fairytale I put my hand to the blue moon light ocean and put the droplets of sea salt on my face the smell was amazing, everything nature had to offer, It gave it to me, just for that one night I looked to the sky one more time The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real
LUNAR I wish I could float up And kiss the moon Such a beautiful pearl in the night sky Is lunar on her sentry duties She cast a warm and haunting glow On us all below She makes the shadows seem alive Enchanting the woods as the mist rolls in Lunar my goodness of the night Thank you Your presence fills me with such expectant joy I know not what the night you herald Will bring The wolves howl The owls hoot The frogs croak Night time can be so noisy They all wish to say hello So they sing Waxing or waning As you rise to your perch You glow most beautifully Luna my beacon in the far away sky I thank you for blessing us And keeping us safe at night
pink pearl moon rising in misty vapors slides through the crooked elm ________________________________________________________ Contest- Moon Is My Muse 03.05.2013
One autumn night Lying on a bed of rainbow leaves The stars and moon glowed bright We kissed beneath the trees A lover's air was in the breeze In each other's arms held tight One autumn night Contest: Linda's "One Autumn Night" Date: 9-7-14 Poet: Lyric Man
The singing moon serenades our two eyes Come the autumnal celestial skies The deep orange moon a beauteous glow As the large moon starts its evening show Low in the sky on an autumnal night To the eye a large memorable sight On autumn nights many hunters can see As the large moon sheds it lovely light free The singing moon, hunters and the harvest These names in autumn the moon is now blessed To lovers the moon sends out its love song To help guide lovers to whom they belong An orange glow our skies it adorns Just after sunset to the new dawn © 10/03/2013 ~GG~ It was a contest entry but it just closed 5 seconds before I could enter lol
Sitting alone in the light of the moon Twirling my glass of red wine I retreated back into my cocoon But still felt a chill up my spine Something flew by in front of the moon With a silhouette of a wide wing span Its feathers flapped slow as it sang a tune Its wings spread out in a fan Then off he went out into the night A raptor soaring in flight The environment alive in the moonlight Was an awesome yet fearful sight The quiet stillness of the midnight air Was a mystically charged atmosphere With all my senses alive and aware I wondered what next would appear The skeletal branches of a tree Looked grim in the luminous glow A leaf came loose and floated free To the leaf carpeted lawn below I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep And dreamed of a forest of trees And beyond the entrance further in deep The temperature dropped thirty degrees I snapped awake then in a flash With a feeling of foreboding And didn't really want to rehash The message too obscure for decoding I awoke to see in front of me The same old leaf shedding tree I thought I heard it speak to me But honestly, how could that be? I noticed the tree appeared forlorn My thoughts were definitely wild For it was only a honey locust thorn What some people often reviled I turned in for the evening after that Then heard a light tapping on the pane I saw it wasn't my Maine Coon cat That's when I went totally insane A limb of that tree pointed towards me Like a finger of a human hand No more wine but Sleepy time tea For me, I'm sure you understand September 20, 2012
dawn bright sky full flower moon of may lunar rise One of the Native American names for the full moon in May is the the "Flower Moon". If it is clear where you live May 5 is the night of the flower moon. Enjoy her beauty if you can.
Delicate damsels danced While we slept, scintillating white gowned ballerina's Tumbled from the arms of the soft moon glow Until roof and garden sommulent lay Polar scapes' billowing clouds Harvesting winter's surprise Children's time, piled rolled white, carrot nose Eyes black as coal, stretched, moving Arms, legs busy windmills Heavenly forms mimicked, Transformed to soft angels Glistening in the crystalline air And when evening visited Bonfires blazed bright, hard crisp ice Suspended skaters on frozen water She stopped, turned. Moon light flooded Her soft fair face, red hair matched the fire's blaze and I was compelled Kissing her lips, holding kissing So many years ago, now only remembrances Soft shapes and shadows in aurora's memory
Sleeping during the day, staying awake at night; opposite rhythm does harm, I gulp down strong coffee... my body shakes like leaves blown by a chilly breeze. I don't wonder where the spotty moon went; I ponder on words: leaking fate to loss... loneliness to cost. Owls look too sad without moon rays; they have no friend... would that be me? They know that opposite rhythm does harm. They feel fear, then flee.
The sky dusts with barely any mild light Bright deft starlight egressed softly throughout The cool night has progressed beyond midnight My face shines with nobody all about Bright deft starlight egressed softly throughout There's enough light for a reflection near My face shines with nobody all about The water brings life through the sky's premiere There's enough light for a reflection near All the heavens where the stars start to fade The water bring life through the sky's premiere Opens night, the stars, what the moon has made All the heavens where the stars start to fade The cool night has progressed beyond midnight Opens night, the stars, what the moon has made The sky dusts with barely any mild light Contest: One in Three: Write Beautifully! Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Topic chosen: Beyond Midnight Form: Pantoum 7/27/2013
That time of silence It's coming soon, that time of silence When the birds pay their last call They come to feed here from the seed trays It's a time so beautiful. Cause all those sounds both loud and soft Diminish into naught. And cause such depth to touch my heart To cut down all the thought. There's something about the dusk's silence That mesmerizes me The mystery and the stillness How wonderful it be When the sky is blotched with clouds Then the dusk is so unreal Red to orange, fade to darkness So sweet it makes me feel. So just for now I'll sit and wait And watch the parrots eat It's not too long now till it's here This evening show so sweet When once again the sun will sink Into the mystic night To let love touch my heart again And give me sweet delight.
My house has a bay window, quite special It overlooks my great flower garden Beauty shines where the moon carries along No piece of the flowers is a burden Nightfall enlightens the flowers out there From the bay window I can see the light Touching the flowers calmly and with peace I sigh with contentment to view this sight I finish my drink and turn to go back When I glanced right at some fireflies around I smile at this beautiful scene with joy The whole picture is a wondrous surround Russell Sivey
Wanton, seductive, and attractive, the moon calls Earth hither, like sex!
Questions for everyone Has anybody ever sat? In a garden filled with flowers Have you felt the magic there? Have you felt the power? Have you sat there with the body still? And the mind too, just the same? Have you ever lost yourself? As the mind stopped playing games Have you seen those magic colours? And really seen them too! Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze? Have you seen the way she do? Touch those branches with her glory Make them dance in the morning sun As the sparkles nearly blow your mind And you're the holy one? Have you ever heard the dove's warm Coo And that deep, deep ravens croak? Have you seen the mulberry tree? As she dons her summers coat? And radiance and reverence Are all that one can know Have you ever sat there in the garden? And watched the morning flow.
' ' ' ''''''''''' ' ' Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity, like drowsy tunes of autumn's harp sound, saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall's keep their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall's keep spreading leaves' goodbye glory for a final display, and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep as full season of fall sheds life's leaves to pray. Spreading leaves' goodbye glory for a final display, like drowsy tunes of autumn's harp sound, as full season of fall seems to shed life's leaves to pray those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down. ~ ~ ……….. ……… Pantoum poetry © rights reserved By: nette onclaud
where in night shadows only moon and stars are seen blind men feel no warmth with the light of day when a full sun fills the sky all men will feel warmth blind who survive night basking in warmth of that day felt not moon and stars By John Trusty © 1/20/12 for Linda-Marie's haiku trio contest with a little sun/moon, stars/sky thrown in.
Dance thru the moonlight rays with me, Dance above the clouds round the moon. Dance through the night's passing hours, Dance beneath stars cosmically singing. Dance thru the dusk's glow with me, Dance above the city lights on the Earth. Dance through this world's passing horizon. Dance beneath stars brightly shining. Dance thru the moonlight beams with me, Dance above the clouds concealing the sky. Dance through the night's monotone colours. Dance beneath stars silently twinkling.
As the warm sun begins to set Fading on the far horizon Ole Man Moon begins his assent Luna Glory's beauty turns on Greeting harvest moon with Goodnight She shines in delight with her white In love to glow forever bright Their relationship great delight Lunar are you jealous my dear Of your cousin Morning Glory She is colorful in blue clear You are beauty white flowery That relationship between you And Mr. Moon when you greet sweet He brings out the best that is true At night when you soulfully meet Snuggle down between soft starlight That blankets the sky and the ground Softly two kiss cheek to cheek right The reward is seedlingly on the mound
Tonight, the full moon blooms And foils the looming gloom. The remnant doom from noon Has lost it's bullish tune. And embraces dusk's eerie cool. The village square it illuminates Arena of moonlight tales of late The little ones gather and wait While the elderly engage in debates And the goats noisily ruminates The bright night, lights sparks Of bliss and joy in trees' barks The tall iroko whistle in parks Where young lovers end their tracks And skimpy skirts lose their tacks The son of perdition frets unsure The thief in the night fears exposure The pirate sailor steers from ashore The night fisherman denied action For the kind light bathes the ocean Tonight, the full moon beams proud As the town crier makes his round Belting forth a piercing sound. While the town's chorus echoes loud The stage is set for the yearning crowd
T he Moon at full has many names both fierce and comingly, H ere now, harken to the Wolf Moon's call on land or writhing sea. E nlightened hearts greet The Full Snow Moon of freezing February. M arch bring on the Full Crow Moon, the thaw, the caws make us wary. O n April's Full, The Pink Moon reigns, the blush of phlox arrives, O bliging us May's Full Flower Moon brings tulips to fair skies. N uptials in June's fair Strawberry Moon, bring lovers to new highs I n hot July's the Thunder Moon seems to nag, scold, and chastise. N ot be outdone, August has two, Full Sturgeon Moon and Blue Moon, P reparing us for fall's Harvest Moon, where lovers often croon. I n woods deep the deer hide from October's Hunter moon so bright. S oon the ground will freeze traps set in November's Beaver Moon light. C hristmas, time for Yule brings the Full Cold Moon to the longest days E ach Full Moon shows a special path, each Moon lights a special way, S oulfully, we respect the pull, the true gifts and the warnings. *Tarot Card The Moon
This night fate had been decided in the moonlight As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call- The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post. This sure-bet would never miss the net. Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls. Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet And he will never babel any more on this land he keep. Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about And soak the floor with our tears. What an unbelievable seizure of the soul! Do this means our man had parted this world And we would see him no more until the final world? This moon mustn't go in Before his body 's laid (down)to rest As his faith demanded. Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare? Note; ***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death ***home- family ***our man, old man- Elder
a full October moon twinkles silver stars through an old corn field passing spirits unseen yet felt Mice scatter through the maze an oak scented fire fills the breeze apple cider held with a lovers warmth the magical misty lustful night
What glows in beauty Like this flawless nature In the stunning 'super moon' Indeed a relic of divinity When it comes this close Thrills us with its moonlight From savanna resorts of Africa The bears in snowy Antarctic Over the sassy Hollywood parties The spectacle of Arabian nights To civilised homes in Europe It puts millions in awe In moonstruck seas and cities All admire this rare gesture The tides rise in dazzle Sailors dock ships in wait To see pie of marvel In this epic showcase
Only the unfinished moon pierced the gray haze, not a star shown in the mist muffled sky above. The ashen air was thick with the portents, dismayed ... death blanketed firmament, the diadem above. From the south the fierce winds came, their might at bay, from the north the cold winds came, snow fell above, and only the unfinished moon spoke of doom, as the mother of all storms arose and bloomed.
radiant moonlight washes away the darkness sunglasses at night
< Goodnight moon Only God knows if I'll see you soon As I stand under this canopy of stars It looks as if you're riddled with scars From your illuminating harvest glows To those frosted faces from a winters toll You even play your peek a boo With clouds that shuffle by you Don't you know I love you so So please stay and don't you let go You're my guiding light My shining armor through-out the night The crickets are even playing our love song So let's dance all night long For I know the sun will be rising soon And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune Well goodnight moon You've slipped away all to soon It's been fun Dam ! now here comes the sun Entry For Deb Guzzi's Harvest Moon Contest G.L. All
The moon is a hypnotizing crystal ball. It sees your struggles and your hurt, and as it graces the glimmering night sky, it is silent as it glows. It shines the light on all the answers but only for a moment, like a dream forgotten in the first few moments of consciousness... It never rests, only guards you while you cry and while you wonder and boil and freeze Everything is clear as crystal during the night. During the day, we hide. At night, we creep into who we are. We don't like to admit it. We're prideful. But as the moon is our guardian It allures us to the surface of our own hardmetal skin, and melts it into irresistable tenderness. At night we feel the most at peace. At night we feel the most beautiful. But at night we feel exposed and the most insecure.
A moon lit sky of stars Spanning far and wide Preserved on the shelf in jars A moon lit sky of stars Sleeping amongst the sand bars Listing to the rolling tide A moon lit sky of stars Spanning far and wide
Evenings have become colder as autumn leaves change and become much bolder. Summer songs are fainter as leaves fall and the trees are yet another year older. Leaves carpet a moonlit path with hues of many colors as we continue our walk. Without leaves the trees will once again become silent and won't be able talk. Once majestic and proud the leaves look up at where they once stood are withering below. There's sadness that passion ran through their veins and now they wait for a winter snow. Even so we will remember their season for the trees and each leaf in life has a reason. Edward J Ebbs - 09/06/2014 Written for: One Autumn Night (in just 7 lines) - Poetry Contest
Moonbeams shining down dancing with the shadows swirling maiden flaring gown rabbits flee down their burrows Trees casting shapes of mystery whilest the beams light them up changing again to new scenery as the moon rides by at a gallop World clothed in dark of night night creatures shuffling around will be time soon for all to unite and fade away into the background written 07/23/2013 contest Surprise me
how about the lightening bugs aren't out tonight i stare into the darkness for just a glimpse of one the tall shadowy trees under starlights does twinkle a little with sparkles of light i imagined they are fire bugs but, I know it's not them just wishful thinking on my part realizing the full moon no longer shines so bright through my den's window the new moon is out tonight and the only things shining bright is the stars i wonder about that forms andromeda and pegasus
Moon casting shadows as it shines down through the trees forming eerie shapes Exploding stars shoot across the sky leaving trails glittering behind Still mysterious the lake gleaming in moonlight silver in beauty
This fat lady in a dinner dress Raises its crooked fingers up high On this moon lit night The moon is full It shines through the fingers Like a scene Out of a horror film And if a raven came and perched On one of this fat lady's arms I swear my heart would start And I'd run in terror Away from this baobab tree.
The moon rises from her slumber With her she brings her children of the night The moon awakens the wolves for their hunt The owls screech from a distance Bats fly high in the skies Foxes scout the land for their latest stunt Mice scamper by trying to live in coexistence Spiders lie in wait of flies The moon awakens a brilliant danger
The night sky calls, invites me home. The moon and stars shine all alone. The moon is full and starts to glow, When you're alone, where do you go? The stars seem like diamonds in the sky. They have no wings yet they do fly. Their brilliance just continues to grow, When you're alone, where do you go? The sun returns and shines so bright, Providing light to chase away the night. The rhythms of life still persist and flow, When you're alone, where do you go? The air gets hot as the day lingers, I watch as life slips through my fingers. There's something more I wish to know, When you're alone, where do you go? The sun kisses the horizon as it sets, What you want may not be what you get. A cool evening breeze begins to blow, When you're alone, where do you go? The cycle is complete as it gets dark, I look for a place to make my mark. The stars and moon begin to show, When you're alone, where do you go?
full moon and loch's water laps gently; drunk zigzags home
A cold white blanket Underneath a sparkling black sky, As moonlight shines.
Nannup Night The rain has fallen heavily The night feels so serene Insect noises in the silence Are heard, though choir's unseen In the mystic, magic darkness I see those fading trees Drops of rain caress my skin As they ride upon the breeze. I sit here on this cosy porch As the velvet night grows deeper Though TV murmurs droningly The peace within does stir With city life now left behind Here in this sweet retreat My silent soul, it whispers to me And life seems so complete. No yellow moon reflects the sun And lights up velvet sky No shadows cast by its soft glow The dark night passes by It be the touch of mystery That rules this sombre night And lets Lord darkness strut it's stuff Till morning sun shines bright. 2007.
The silk like blossoms That bloom in the night time air It captures moonlight
The world turns and we with it, Sweeping us up in the tide. Anticipation is hell! *Long Nights Moon awaits. Suzette Crous Sponsor Russell Sivey Contest Name Natural Dodoitsu 2012-12-20 *This is the name given by native Americans to the full moon in December.
Journey of the sun on a path around heaven... gives both night and day. Oh moon of desire shines upon this world of love... sinners share the light. Clement moon rising this conflict of interest... sun rises again. harry horsman for Linda-Marie's Haiku Hodgepodge trio contest.
The mysterious times and seasons The changing light is this the reason? A harvest moon giving light for work to be done White light the usual reflection of the night sun Flowing light from orange's to red's some words disappear when moonlit read Gathering up all red's is the harvest light Even the rose looks grey and dead by night Stranger still is the mysterious hue Where does it come from the Blue? * * Note, Strange Moonlight- NASA science
Beyond midnight It's way beyond the midnight hour About three am in the morning No moon, it shines there in the sky Way before the day is dawning A blessed feeling touches me As I walk the morning streets As stars they shine in the velvet sky And the whole world feels complete There's no one here, but Bear and I As we quietly walk together As rain caresses face and hands Oh, I love this rainy weather. There's nothing like these early hours Everything seems pure and clean As the silence seeps into my soul And my world feels so serene. 28 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.
Through the dark still summer's night, 'bove waves of sea-green foam, speeds a beam of dim moonlight that's left its lunar home... Easily it makes its way, as nature was intending, through Heaven's gate its path is straight, not circular or bending. Between the stars, and fields of grain it sets the world a glow, as it slips between the blinds and pane of a single house below... It lands upon a snuggled pair, for its path was true (and chosen). A kiss they share, their bodies bare they're lovers interwoven... Copyright © 2007
Stars hide their faces behind the fluffy white cloud just an odd twinkle Moonshine beams dancing causing flickering shadows that dance joyously Sunbeams hit the water refracting and enhancing the crystal river
orb of ghostly light enchanting and entrancing always out of reach
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders' bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day's prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~
The lakes edge Shone in silver light A moon , so bright, in a dark forest night The moon rose silently In a clear starlight sky The creatures of the night Came out in a dark forest, to play, in moonlight Such unnaturally tall trees, with no branches in sight No leaves Stood still In a dark forest Under moonlight As I drew closer The tall trees were all in a row No branches in sight I pulled away the tangled vines I could see... Masts, spars ropes and lines The ships! The wood in which a ship is made Returned to the dark forest Where the keel was shaped and laid The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone Across a sea, so blue Had returned to a forest That the timbers once knew When a ship comes to die It must return To where its timbers were born A ship to lie.... Amongst the trees The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze The whispering trees Took the ships Took the wood Made it their own As any magic could In a dark forest Graceful ships of wood No longer hear the sea roar instead of sails they once wore They hear birds singing Leaves rustle Masts creaking Ships, run aground In a dark forest Back to wood Back to trees Waiting to be found Leaves replaced sails Spars became branches Became something new
A white moon Mist dissolves Polar bear licks
**~~** The balmy summer breeze Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon While it dreams memories of autumn's golden red kiss Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes - Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs So now -it's time for her to drink the dreams of slumber Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs She asks the moon to wait patiently... For her splendid colorful return When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses Where once more her regal colors will burn She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor But before she goes... She gently reaches out with her one last caress... Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon "It's time now for fall - it's time for me to undress" She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune... "Goodnight", she gently whispers ... "I'll see you soon Mr. Moon Please...will you wait for my return? Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams… Slumbering peacefully - Safely harbored in Mother Nature's loving arms As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister Cordially opens his welcoming hands To September's colors of orange and golden browns Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands Next he'll greet the season's sister From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles... Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter With his warm welcoming golden smile
The sky would be dark if it weren't for stars They sparkle in the night with their brilliance The stars twinkle with light, they leave no scars Overcoming clouds with resilience With them is a dazzling, bright, glowing moon They beam down at a peaceful empty street Waiting, knowing that the sun will come soon The moon stays so she and the sun can meet But the moon must go as the sun glows bright The brightness reigns as the sun takes the stage The day begins and once more rules the light The red in the sky, the color of rage Reflects the chaos of a new day "We are much better," the stars always say
The grey clouds streak in front of the full moon Coolness of the moon lays upon the ground Looking straight up the night drifts dark too soon The grey clouds streak in front of the full moon And beauty lends directly to my swoon There's a fog that throws itself all around The grey clouds streak in front of the full moon Coolness of the moon lays upon the ground Russell Sivey Contest: "Triolet" Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto 8/4/2013
Surely to know the ambrosial quiver Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen With stolen fragrance and lovely flush Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children Is to know also the jealous rain Her green glances gorge on mellow delight Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes Snatching strokes of waxy flesh Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray She is a lean and idle glutton Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes It will be a feast of soul If you do not slay her first
Ask fate does the moon shift As the oceans drift apart With no moon in this sea of dark Visions slowly sank My dead eyes staring blank While i stay idle Forming an illusion of an isle Struggling to find consciousness growing weary Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly Chained as I am to body, soul and mind Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find There is not a line pourtraying a goal As I live peacefully with my soul My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore My soul began to soar higher then ever before
With moon shining bright casting long silvery shadows that hide the lovers from sight as they lay together by the river in dappled shade
a bit of the moon shines on through the deep darkness a piercing of night Russell Sivey
Good dreams, sweet dreams Visions filled with wonder— Flowing gently, While we deeply slumber; They take us far away While we take rest from the day, So make sure you close your eyes And close them tight; So you can see the visions of the night. Moonlight, soft light, Glowing through the windows, Shadows dancing Softly on their tiptoes— They pass the night away In a nocturnal ballet While the stars shine in a blazing silver-white; How beautiful, these visions of the night! Should we long for the coming of the setting sun, Simply because it heralds the day's end; Is it wrong if we want the moon to rise— Just so that, we can stop and close our eyes? Owls hooting, counting off the minutes, Crickets chirping, mini violinists; They set music for the stage As the world turns a new page And the lonely moon observes from her great height; She's watching all these visions of the night.
Might I ask about what the moon means to you? It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite. Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky? It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living. So does the moon fill the air with hope? The moon itself is hope for people. Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching? It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life. Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth, And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth. So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night With romance in the air that is so bright We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk And with such passion we would talk The moon gives us our pull on each others heart With a dinner that we take part The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love The moon is always there to shine right above In time we think we are blinded by the moon But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon It gives out a warmth in the darkness We probably do not think of it less Because the moon is our memories of our past It shows it everyday and night and always last April 13, 2013
A full moon so close to earth slowly vanishes...lunar eclipse. Sponsor: Russell Sivey Contest: Moon is my Muse February 25, 2013 This was very inspiring to me.. The earth came between the moon and sun.. The moon's position that night gave the feeling of being able to reach up and touch it then it slowly disappeared..
Dance around the moon glowing from within not only once but twice Fly amongst the stars with eyes tightly shut dreaming in your bed Shout into deep moon craters the heart songs echoing in your head Happily, awaken at dawn's first light with memories to entice
The tangible sunrays cast their lights to haze, withering the moments in a day, but the moon foreshadows its hue of white across the darkness of the night. In the wooden trails under the moonlit hour, that old oak tree stood as a tower, bowing its head filled leaves to the ground, as though praying or royalty to be found. And the bark is elder, no longer a rich thick brown, but grayness is its coat who always frowns. The brittle roots and twigs overlap each other, The trunk was sturdy as a man but more care giving like mother. And the nature breath's chills the wood, from a solemn warmth to goosebumps who intrudes. The old Oak tree whimpers and woos from the leaves rustling a whisper to the boy who weaves his arms, and swings himself amongst the highest point. He sits to watch the beautiful join between the passage of the moon and the sun. The sky is stolen from the moon; the night be done. And the Old Oak tree, once again, overviews the day of the tangible tangerine sunrays cast their lights out of haze. And the little boy still sits until the sprinkle of rain and drizzles roam. He climbed down the gray old trunk and heads back home. And the old oak tree smiles, never so gleefully before. And wishes for the little boy to appreciate him once more.
The sun rise's every day Displaying wonders in a captivating way And the sun, it sets, every night With Gods paint brush, The sky polishes colors to say its goodnight And the stars, shimmer where ever you are If you're lucky, you'll even see a shooting star And the moon chooses to smile, grin, or frown Once a month it decides to solely be round And the seasons, they change, four times a year Exposing the circle of life, with its turns, tugs and tears A simple seed Awakens into a marvelous flower While a tornado can destroy a town in less than an hour And the snow, porcelain snow, can cover a whole city or state While penguins spend their life with only one mate There are animals in the sea, humans have yet to find Nature,in every way, is exceptionally divine A performance can be found at any part of the day I am in AWE of all of creation, a gift to the potter's clay. By: Sabina Nicole Written: 2/15/13
sun bath . . . an eagle circles the day moon
God have mercy on spiders hanging in their webs, waiting for the moon They seem condemned to loneliness to a long sleeping in between How they sweeten our gardens with their dew encrusted weavings, touching branches, framing spaces And, when the orbed ones have departed in the daylight they are not dead, merely sleeping beneath the nearest leaf, waiting for the moon Suzanne Delaney
Moon Light Bright. Oooh you shine so bright in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, that helps you dominate the night sky with your dens chilling light which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night, without a single flashlight. Theo I wish on every day and every night nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright. Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell
It shone its rays on the lake, making its reflection visible, together with the stars. The lake's skin looked like a divine gate to the heavens; where gods glow radiantly. I was so lost in the wonder that I almost drowned myself in the moonlight, with the illusion that the deep lake had become a clear, night sky.
Falling Star Your time in the heavens, Has come to an end, Slowly plummeting earthward, You bid a fiery goodbye, To all your friends. Orion There is a hunter, Orion is his name, He circles the Earth, In relentless pursuit, Of some unseen game. The Moon The man in the moon, Catches me in his gaze, He throws down some light, And encourages my shadow, To come out and play. The Stars The stars above, Pierce the blackness of night, Visually stunning, Like hundreds of diamonds, Sparkling in the light. The Universe As I stand here alone, And look up at the sky, I can't help but wonder, How I'm seen, By those way up high. Some random thoughts that came to me during my evening walks. I love to walk in the evening so I can look up at the sky and marvel at all that is there. Stayed tuned, there's more to come.
Farther than the semi-dark hickory hill, clouds gather over the picturesque valley of this vast region engulfed by a chill... as misty rain comes to evoke spring's beauty! Its gently pelting raindrops slowly quench the trees' thirst, flowers return to life...it hasn't rained in fourteen weeks; morning and noon with only sun and no soothing breeze... Nature was too arid and farmers expected the worst! Fall, warm raindrops, slowly fall until late evening to make room for a clearer sky with an ascending moon; will only lovers await nightfall while those crickets croon? Rejoice gleaming roses...your petals will overjoy the living! Finally the whitest moon reappears into the Heavens, it will not miss another night and lovers who'll feel dilly; why did it wait behind clouds as misty rain came to evoke spring's beauty? Oh, let those moon rays reach me and make this motionless body dance!
You lay in the arms of darkness; a rose bleeding pedals across the sky and your pure tears of light drip upon cities and seas and forests. Why do you cry, Mirror of hearts? Your beauty, none could surpass. Your countenance, like that of an angel… and yet lonely. Do you weep for your captivity to Time? Is the sadness you permeate for humanity's oblivion? In the distance I hear wolves calling your name and you smile sadly, stroking their yearning howls with mystery. The hallows of sound echo your soft humming throughout the past. For a brief moment, your tenderness is tangible. Then, ominously you shroud yourself with Heaven's mist like a bride to marry the sky. Dawn will soon awake the birds in song… Illumination will conquer the hold of darkness and you will leave, only to return again. I will see you once more, my beautiful Goddess of night.
Universe serving, day and night We are busy, in war and fight The Sun comes early morning Makes a day, full of charming Shine goes everywhere for spread Melts snow, of mountains head Its warmth gives us fruit and bread Reminds promise, what God said The Flower of garden, and the tree They give always freshness to me The Smell of rose is smell of soul Shadow hugs me of tree tall The tree of garden, swing my eye I see leaves, on branches high. The Night comes with moon and star they look very near but they are far Stars look at me, with all his shine The Moon gives smile all the time The Moonlight falls, on bench Street Lovers like angles when they meet. We invent new weapon of war Kill love every where, near and far All men are creation of love Try other to low, keep himself above Do not see, what God made for us We have not time, for all this bless Universe God, and you and me Leave all the work, and beauty see.
Seeing By Starlight. I'm strolling on this clear, dark night, All fancy free, dog by my side I love to walk these lonely streets My senses sharp, and open wide The darkness even bolder now 'Cause no moon rides the sky And I just want to drink it in Don't want the scene to die. I look up at the velvet sky And I see a million gems. And then I see a shooting star! {Now and then you see them} As I behold the mystery, Of that milky kind of grey. That space where lies, all mystery They call the Milky Way. The trees they look like coal black shadows, And the grass trees growing there, They look like people of the night, All lurking everywhere. They even spook our sherry girl, [She'd make no killer dog] But oh that feel there in the air! Be this the breath of God?? About 1993.
Beneath the white power of the moon, Stones rumble. Laughing River waters answer, Field Daisy bows to Meadow Rose. Leafy arms grasp throaty vines and the moonlight waltz begins. Mister Elm directs with head bowed and arms raised in ardent abandon. Miss Willow sways. Skirts swirl seductively, brushing her ankles, stirring the moon-kissed air, awaking the enchanted, who join the dance to celebrate freedom of the night. Only the nocturnal experience the joyful play and learn the secret of Nature's night-time symphony. At the first hint of dawn, music fades, movement stills, creatures retreat into burrows and slip into day-mode.
The setting sun passes before my eyes. As it lays to rest it waves goodbye. Behind the mountains it stays in bed. To ponder lifes words that all have said. The risen moon lights the way. For the hidden dreams weary minds make. The watter lies still in the lake. For the moon to reflect its light on to heaven. For it to have and to take. As it lights the second sky. Written by Author Joseph Adam Burchett 12/21/11
Beyond the moon Dragon fruit has long bloomed Moon lit stars glow bright As owls glide in the atmosphere Returning the night to the moon And the frogs sing a melody Before the moon leaves the stars Contest: One in Three: Write Beautifully! Date: 29/07/2013 Topic : Beyond Midningt
Dancing moonbeams shone down cavorting with the playful shadows the lake gleaming with silvery tones as the beams danced on its surface The only sound to be heard is that of a hooting owl perched up high keeping a close eye for its dinner suddenly silently swooping down In the middle of the still lake a perfect replica of the moon that orb of mysterious magic captured for a brief few seconds Then it disappears as clouds pass blanketing out its light momentarily the world now very dark and quiet as if nature herself holds her breath Sliding back out into open skies it hangs there all silvery bright casting its shadows once more filling the world with its light
In the falling shadows of autumn's reds and yellows, Children dance across concrete sidewalks, Laughing in and out of the bright, white street lights of Eighth Street. Screen doors slam at nine, dogs yap, yapping in the backyard As rustling leaves blow from manicured and watered green lawn to green lawn the full, white moon shines down, down across town dusty yard to dusty yard The rustling leaves blow, scratch at the earth, Screen doors slam, sirens sound, mothers' screaming, Screaming in and out of the darkness of broken, yellow street lights, Children dance across concrete sidewalks, In the falling shadows of autumn's reds and yellows.
Conspiracy Satellites Theories Of Rogue planets Binary sister stars Earth consciousness panics When Niuburu is really Mars. Chaos Global anarchy Prophecy of Amos A 9/11 Mobocracy Gas lighting Distribute fear with treachery Suppress knowledge Heinous blight Manipulate under shrouds of democracy Are the privileged A shadow civilization Secret society. Ruling class. An anachronism A chosen nation. from primitive past. A enslaving ancient dichotomy Our Creation Of the last homogeneity Class system Societal entropy.
on Facebook it is the talk of the town friends living down under upside down this unique outburst of the universe clouds hopefully won't organize a curse suddenly a message coming through from a member of the huge ground crew their red moon struggling with the clouds but still trying to please the head-lifting crowds the mighty clouds going their own way unfortunately not avoiding the Gold Coast bay out of sight for a moment her big red ball of fire hoping for the return of that glorious squire more clouds gathering across the big red balloon she reports: "I've lost my bloody moon" (c) Elly Wouterse. Witnessing form a distance (Netherlands and Australia being positioned on the opposite side of the earth) but being differently yet for sure personally connected with this eclipse.................... and sharing the moment with a dear friend down under.
River, Moon, Giants Old wood, river banks Saturated with moon, spills Trees grow giant, shade Created on 8/27/14 for One Solo Epic Haiku – River Walk contest
I dreamt of little daisies that yestereve I'd spied, All bathed in paling sunlight, dewy and honey-eyed. A silken soft reflection of the dawning moon they wore As stars their silent love into their hearts did bore. And as I leaned towards one to breathe its beauty in, I heard a silent whisper from somewhere deep within. A deep enchanting treasure, a picture of seven hues, When the withering rays formed a spectrum With a drop of water blue. As the last of violet vanished And the petals bent down to sleep As the moon took over the night sky and smiled At the little daisies, in their slumber so deep With such reflection of happiness, I awoke to the orange sky And searched for that vanished beauty that with My vision's passing, itself had slowly died.
The moon is now bright doesn't it cause such a fright? I see glorious beauty There is always light In the darkest of places When the full moon lights the way
Full moon energy; Elixir of night time light; Induces madness!
The moon glistens bright Trees extend to the moon light Darkness fades to night
Upon the rise and fall of crescent moon Befalls a strange and unfamiliar tune Of ringing, singing beams of light and sound From fragments seen and heard upon the round. For waves and lumination grow the sight Of nothing but fine bursts of time and light, But time as inconsistent as the flow Knows nothing but the quickest way to go. So how then will this energy be spent? Will it keep the unknown most content? If then the wearer concentrates this fire Expression brings such rapture and desire.
Awareness of cold and biting pain Ruthless purpose of wind and pouring rain A wolf cries out to his moon again I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. When thunder strikes and hael hits earth Flashes of light do fear and moaning birth Waters angrily crashing through hostile firth I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. Pupils dilated for the dark and danger Peace and light – which is stranger? I am this wild place's only ranger I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. My frame I glimpse in a window's reflection Not feral, not savage but far from perfection At once I observe a mental correction: I am outside, alone and very afraid.
The Beauty Your beauty is so breathtaking that even the sun comes back day after day half-awake after a restless night using the mountains as camouflage until it wakes up completely to see your beauty with its own bright eyes. If I were the sun, I would bow before your presence and I would shower the morning with kisses which would be in the form of sunlight warming your hands, touching your eyes with my sunlight receding off your eyes for the whole world to see the glow in your eyes. Your beauty is so radiant that even the moon comes back night after night with a afternoon nap as the only rest to try and out shine you. If I was the moon I would kiss the ground you walk on with my luminous light so that you may perhaps come out at night so that I may perhaps have a moment to stare at your beauty the only problem is that I am shy and perhaps you would make me blush more some nights than other nights till eventually I have a full blush for the world to see how bright you make me feel. Copyright @ 2012 Rogelio Munoz
As the moonlight shone over the mountains The stars starts to flicker one by one Humming winds eases the roughness From the day's unforgiving sun. Chilling wind caresses the darkness Serenading them softly and low Night critters goes out to mingle Under the moon's mesmerizing glow. The calm river chimes in its flowing Flickering waves illumes the riverside The chilling winds keeps on pushing Quenching the thirst of the countryside. As the sun lifts the shroud covering Of mountain tops to the grass of the plains Leaves and flowers bow to dew drops falling As the sun kisses them once again.
In Ontario, you can't go anywhere without seeing a tree. Here, all is green and beautiful. I caught a fish. Rowing against the current, the wind, and the rain. The hills, the beauty of night stars shining bright. The deer running frantically, before they are shot. Not wanting summer to come to an end. The roars of the dying bear, bleeding and waiting for death. The night so dark I can hear howling at the moon. Without thought I carved and starved. With tons of fish I wish to eat. I have no knife to cut or gut, these tons of fish. I wish to catch some more, what a chore. Chanting camping songs all along awaiting wishfully for the heavenly fire.
Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat, still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation. Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat upon a sea of desertion. Beneath a canopy of constellation she finds herself lost in time. The forest unfolds before her like a revelation. An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime. It won't be long before a mistake is irreversible. Every turn is just another minute to live. The last road taken proves an ironic circle. Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.
Would you like to go with me my love? Perhaps better not… to go! I go into the woods at night you see Neath Winter night's Moon glow I listen for the night bird's cries And when I hear them I know That I'm close to where I want to go Neath Winter night's Moon glow For March is when Winter starts to die It's life force ebbs and slows The night birds cry, the cold winds sigh Neath Winter night's Moon glow Would you like to take that walk with me A stroll serene and slow? Perhaps we'll be, in luck and see Things that we shouldn't see… or know I'll only ask you one more time (or three) You alone must decide to stay or go Winter's demise waits not, for you or me The night birds say it's so You'll not soon forget what you're soon to see Again!…perhaps best you not go! the night bird cry, high in the skeletal tree Neath Winter night's Moon glow When Winter dies, and Jack Frost flees And barren limbs sway to and fro It's only fools and lovers like you and me That dare bear witness to tortured throes …Neath Winter night's Moon glow…
The moon inhales a bunch of cosmic dust Making it seem the craters are of rust Unknown is the start of glowing stardust Maybe he's found his powers that adjust I love the moon and if he surely must He digs in his pocket, showers stardust Nice here on Earth with heaven sent stardust It swirls in the wind, picks up in a gust The moon delivers its pride, not a bust What we have embraced, the love of stardust Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Blanket of Stardust" contest 1/11/2013
I do not trust my form, to act as an adequate vehicle to carry my Love for You. It aches with decadence and decomposition. Skins cells flake in exhaustion, Hair follicles abort out of fatigue Finger nails and toes nails crack , peel and tear. Bones creak in warning, Muscles retreat in lethargy Skin hangs, falls and sags. So I place my Love in the sun, the moon, the stars, the grass, the leaves. So that I may continue to adore you in everything, with everything.
Oasis at noon What a wonderous quiet place it is the heart of a palm oasis skirted trees stand guard about keeping dusty heat without holding shaded cool within a small breeze sneaks past a frond dancing in ripples across the pond am I intruder, am I part I wander and wonder in my heart. as I penetrate deeper in. Oasis at sunset Guardian against sunset the ancient palm stands resting in drifting sands Beneath whispering fronds cicadas begin to sing brown bats take wing Firey clouds, cooling breeze evening deepens, night decends Oasis awakens, day ends Oasis at Dawn Darkling shadows intertwine With the sprinklings of the moon Every night paints a new design That smooths across like puddled wine Evaporating just as soon With pallette of rainbowed hue The sun splashes the eastern sky Painting over the shadow's blue Which however remains in view Absorbing the more brilliant dye
WINDY NIGHT The storm-running moon dips in and out of sight How the wind howls over the rooftops tonight Whistling through the keyholes a treble yarn And shaking the timbers of the barn The windows rattle and chatter in frightened code Lest their panes be shattered under the load The cat hides closer to me in the armchair Peering out the window at the branches bare Stripped of leaves and groping jagged to the sky Fing'ring the moon as she rushes by
one may say a Lune primarily the orbit satellite reflects
Enchanted by moon Light filtering through tree limbs Creating shadows
Nature plans to run rings around the moon Light that's seen only by the mighty rock The master brightness fills the countryside Where there are fields of grey and black that mock There are flowers that exist which are dim In the day they are yellow and bright red At night they are various shades of grey Lit barely by light of the moon that bled There's a sound of a stream that flows downward It's black as the night, a source of wisdom The cool moon covers its bed on the field And stretches out its hand for its kingdom The sky and the clouds is where the moon lives Being beautiful was its heartfelt aim Blessing the ground with a white glow about Light shows what to marvel and what to blame Russell Sivey
summer solstice moon bright as an oncoming train pressing silver light into my glistening pint carving stark shadows from the night Michael F. Lewis 6/21/2013 Invented another new style... tanka + pint = pintka
THE LADY WHO BATHES IN PUBLIC Harlot Moon Languishes in Star-bath Shamelessly Victoria Anderson-Throop 12/27/12 Juja, Kenya
dogs come cats go just like moon waxing Don't let it phase you Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL Also Don't Forget To Turn Those Clocks Back
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
Cresent moon consorts Met on a hillside, dew-soaked and overgrown Seducing the sun from sleep. Before infomercials succumbed to scheduled shows You were my cartoons and cereal. Sugary, sitting so close to your screen. Our skin blowing steam, Fattening the fog until it fell from the sky. Delicious and dark the dawn Anticipating light The day stretched and yawned, Bluebirds cleared their throats, Street-cats rubbing eyes, I held you as you cried. While responsible citizens were stuck in traffic You were a full tank of gas and an open road Dreamy, with your pedal pushed to your floor. Barren and yellow became our hills The sun never stops shining. Not a shadow exists to take solace in sipping each heaven-sent breeze. Directionless pursuits no stars to find my way by Lost like the moon in the blinding blue heavens Sunburnt flesh died on a hillside, windswept and thirsty. Begging the sun to sleep.
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right Let it shine bright, close out of shrouds Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds For this gift to see I am proud Gift was gentle, eager soul took flight Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right (First attempt at the style of Triolet.)(My poem "Opportunity" explains about the term "Blue Moon".)
It was on the night of midsummer's eve, there was a pregnant pause. Not even a leaf was moving, the sky so starry bright and the moon benevolently shining lighting up the moors. It was the kind of night that anything was possible, up here far from the maddening crowd Kept company by horses and sheep I climb to the top of the tor to be met by a vision of utter perfection. Under the full moon it was almost as light as day with no urban lights just a sky with a meridian of comets and a shooting star canvassing the landscape. moon so silvery back lighting all in warm glow yet keeps it secrets In the distance down near Timbercombe the harsh cough of a stag softly calling to his doe's gathering them up to climb to the top of Winscombe Face. There they will browse until the dawn starts to streak the sky as night turns to day. Hush now, see that? A pair of hares sparing and chasing each the movements so fast as to be just a blur. But I transgress, led astray by the magic of this ancient place that in times of old was a beacon where a large fire would be lit to warn of maundering fleets of Vikings and later the Romans both coming to plunder and enslave. harsh cries ringing out as metal swords strike in rage blood spilt on the ground In the distance a moving shadow streaks across the moor rather catlike but too big for any domesticated cat, was I seeing the beast of Exmoor setting out to hunt wanting a closer look I set forth on an intersecting course. I managed to come within 300 yards when it turned and hissed at me warning me to back off. I did not Argue but stepped back to give it space with a last snarl it vanished from sight and search as much I could no further sight of it I saw just a couple of paw prints by the stream bank left in its soft muddy soil. on the wind swept moor a large cat stalking its prey it leaps and then kills Many are the rumours that abound up here, sheep taken and eaten not dog mauled but a clean suffocating kill. Do they really exist? these beasts of the moor? This has the experts in uproar, some saying yes, others no yet if you talk to farmers like Fred Bell he will tell you of his many sightings as he works his sheep farm a couple of miles from the face. He will tell you of seeing it stalk and kill with never a sound uttered and the sheep barely lifting their heads pay it scant attention. Up here with houses and farms far apart could it really roam freely yet leave so little proof of its existence? myths and mystery blend into the moors fabric whilst the night masks
As Dawn cracks over the horizon The small crescent moon takes a bow Greeting her was a delight For she paints silver in his hair The moon was hardly visible Painted the same shade of blue That the sky chose as a cloak On this morning of early dew The cloak of blue had a trail of mist That shrouded the hills and vales A misty blue to silver gray That was light and very airy still The birds enjoy the cloak That fanned the air with damp Cooling mist of the night But soon the sun put on another Cloak as she became much brighter With her dress of brilliant red That she wore to grace our summer's day A cloak as colored as poinsettias' tips On a gray December day This means that the sun Will bring heat with her as hot as A fiery oak wood coal And the cool of the morn Will go as the summer's sun Has bid us a warm hello The moon with his silver hair Disappearing into night To another land so swiftly Did he go to bring it a high tide While ours will go very low The sun rose cloaked in red Bringing her heated stove She will bake and cook some bread Heating the south as across the sky goes
Foundation powder, sparkling in the night. Eternity is seen in the wonderment of this silver dust. Creation is amazing with all its' textures and brilliant glow of this big star and its' stunning light. We are made of dust, not unlike how all creation seems to be. With so much dust, its' as if the moon is the desert of the sky, no life is seen. Sparkly moon dust shining in God's light. How it has remained with gravity's pull is His true delight.
sky brightens in the night,as hands interlock and tide rises... DATE: 3-1-2013 CONTEST:"Moon is my muse" sponsored by Russel Sivey.
The sun has set, but the world is aglow The light of the moon reflected by snow. A blanket of ice, it covers the ground: A glaze for the earth that muffles all sound. The trees are bare like skeletons dry, Bleached white like bones that reach for the sky. They wait for the spring and hibernate deep; Tucked in by snow, they dream and they sleep. A house in the forest is covered in white, Warmed by a fire and bathed in its light. The people indoors look out at the sight, Enjoying the splendor of this winter night.
I kissed the moon goodnight and it smiled at me I drank my homemade dandelion wine and picked the flowers As I walked through golden fields I embraced the sun and it hugged me back The sky rolled for miles and made me see how big the world is And how small I am This life is simple This life is serene I listen to the music of a soft breeze and birds filled with sweet melody I soak up the earth, the dirt, and the roots that stay grounded I soak up this simple life I kissed the moon goodnight and it kissed me back.
monsoon's end patches of emptiness on the evening moon sun bath an eagle circles the day moon harvest moon a path of lantern traffic to the farm hill harvest moon taproot of a carrot shows up red full moon – winter's stillness in a soap bubble holding on with what she left behind winter moon
The moon and I, We swung on by, Like children on little swings, As I enjoyed life's simplest things, The moon and I, We swung on by, As my swing reached the sky, And the moon pressed its face, Against mine, The moon and I, We danced through the night, As its radiance, Dazzled my sight, The moon and I, We swung on by, Like seraphs living up high, As our halos lit up the sky, Making the stars seem so trivial, The moon and I, We had a glass of wine, While we talked about life, Grief and sorrow began to twine, And twist around my heart, Like a beautiful morning glory, As the moon placed, Its hand in mine, And said its final goodbye, The moon and I, we are one... The moon and I, We swung on by, Oh, the moon and I...
The trees are made of feathers and sticks The sun is made of golden cheese The moon was made of whipped cream A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid The grass was made of gummy green strings There was no houses and no place to hide A place where a boy ate the sun A place where the Moon swalloed up the world A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid No one could swim in the sea No one could tan underneath the branches A world where time stood still and the hours were long A place where humans never existed "Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour" Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!
The moon was large, round, and glowing; the lake's skin was sparkling like crystals spread everywhere. The stars were almost invisible to the naked eye. Birds were able to fly in the night, as though it was day! Children could get out of their beds and play in the grass fields! It was a divine moment; the moon goddess was being ushered in, to earthly realms; she was meeting her mortal lover.......
THE MOON by any other name it's still the same Full moon SEE the Moon! Where is the moon? Over there rising big bright round and full High in the night sky is the moon Wolf moon/Full hunger moon/Sugar moon/Walking moon January February March April Milk moon/Strawberry moon/Thunder moon/Lighting moon May June July August Harvest moon/Hunter's moon /Blood moon / Long night's moon September October November December Dark moon/Bright moon/ Silver moon/Pink moon/ Blue moon Rose moon/ Peony moon/Lotus moon/Chrysanthemum moon Spring Summer Fall and Winter Winter moon/Trappers moon/Planters moon/Honeymoon Dog Day's / Fish's /Beaver's /Dragon's/ Worm's /Crane/Hare's Moon of horses /Planting moon Hungry Ghost moon/Old moon/New moon Moon of the winds/Moon of Ice /Snow moon Bitter moon/Kindly moon/Dispute Moon/Singing Moon "Sleepy moon"...Sleep in the full moon light.. moonlight madness Moonlight/Moon Beam.......See the moon..... Moon of calming Turn your head here and see the man in the moon I SEE THE MOON Ahh! I DELIGHT IN THE SIGHT OF THE MOON Super Moon Saturday 11:45 pm May 6, 2012 Jbs
I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall Shadows chase me wherever I run As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun Just like me as I search for my soul Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole
Rising is the Blue Moon. An amazing sight to behold. You won't see one again very soon. They are beautiful, I was told. The night wears on. We stare at this amazing sight. Before we know it, it's almost gone. It is the end of the night. And as the Blue Moon sets; I will hold you in my arms. And watch the sight fall. I protect you from all the harms, I choose you over all. The Blue Moon dissapears Behind a dark horizon It won't be back for many years When it returns, my time will have been long done.
We crested 30 thousand feet as I watched the clouds pass by. To a full moon sonata, wrapped up in my mind. Cotton ball clouds shimmering frosted white of moonlit dazzle to my eyes. An ocean of rolling cloud tops, Hover as I pass by. Off in the distance bright orange and yellow collide, as flashes of sprites leave the earth, to a darkened midnight sky. The awesome inventor of this great scene, the painted pleasures my eyes have seen. Makes me wonder on this red eyed flight How many know such amazing delight.
The moon shows up at night And gives us all light The Moon gets its light from the sun This helps us all have some fun The moon can weigh more than a ton But its light helps our work get done It's really weird people have many myths about the moon But who can prove it because people make myths very soon Benedict
Our ripe minds protrude Waiting to be ripped- A signal to leave behind The excess of all other moments We allow our fallen tails Re absorption through the ground Back into the neverending fervor
In it's floating presence One gains hope Through it's gorgeous glow One finds the beauty Finding the hope to push on and See Gaining the vision...that All is Not Lost Floating in the it's sea of Dark Speckled with the Lights that were Seen once Glows the beauty of that which must BE Seen Never Wavering Always Moving Shining Evermore To bathe thee in rich Silver
Sun Drunk Sun drinks the oceans up one drop at a time Given one bright eye by nature at its birth Not to think of sin or crime but to drink in life Perform ordinary functions in its light of day Burning in the sky to make things work It needs no water but still evaporates The moon has some complicity in these matters Watches from a distance with its one cold eye Peering through the darkness under cover In night, with gravity, oceans move in waves Are calmly made Oceans crave attention Under moon glows protection Nothing can save them from the sun Sooner or later it comes up again to drink Every drop until it's drunk and done
Blue Moon tonight which is very rare It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years Will you be watching to see if it peeks through In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida Utah, Alaska a state so fair How about in the United Kingdom Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where It may shine on ice and snow Or rain reflecting streets Somewhere on the desert plain Where the sidewinders sleep Will the clouds part for just A short time for you and me So we can see this phenominum That will be such a treat I will be watching and hope For just a peek, if only for a moment.. That would be so neat My day will be filled with excitement As I watch and wait This could be the night That I might stay up late Sit out on the porch in the cold Hoping to share with you A night of anticipation Of a moon that is blue Will it cast a shadow On my gray gray hair Or hide all the wrinkles That shows my character So that youth is reflected On this night so fair On this night so rare On this night to share On this night be there (Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise particularly high. Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man. Last blue moon on New Years Eve was l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term came into being but I will let you look it up.)
The moon awakens before us in all its majestic glory casting a sombre light along the mountain face, as the gift it gives twinkles off water. Delicately cascading down a beautiful waterfall. Glistening along gentle swirls of the sea, and culminating in the crashing waves that caress sand and leave wonders of natural bubble and foam. How Could It be? You and me in this mystical place. How did you Get Inside My Head? And Know This Was My dream? My lover My friend, Shall we stroll along the shoreline? Or maybe take a sunset dip? We head into cool waters with the moon peeking through the clouds above us. The crisp night air sends a chill through me. So you bring me to your arms and embrace. As always you hold me close and let me feel your love. And we keep looking…………………..
As I wished for a dawn - The dewed leaf fell up on the miry earth, And the budding friendship blossomed with the auroral sky The birds cheeped out of their ardent nests And I greeted another new day Charmed by the chromatic rays. As I wished for a morning The jogger lo and behold by the graceful cyan, And the solitary realm pelted along with those hasty walks The birds twittered yet their voice fainted by the lively crowd And I hastened another fussy time Peeved by the discomposed sounds. As I wished for a noon The shadow of mine lost somewhere under my feet And the sweated hours seemed so long with flames that illumed the paves The birds nested themeselves peeping out from the quenched trees And I abided another hateful infinity Jaded by the grieving entity. As I wished for an evening The juvenility amended out from those felicitous doors And the twilight that ignited the sky above with the shining moon and the stars The birds whistled along with the faithful breeze And I dewlt by the golden rays sparked in the sky Honoring the sun with a good-by. As I wished for a night The spiritual approach to life was fended by the saltatory notes And the solitary moon esteemed the streets with the splendor of love The birds benumbed along with the intimacy that followed And I whispered to the midnight mo Awaiting for the next dawn to another midnight wo.
Crossing on high The winter sky A lone goose cries The stars shine bright And hung nearby A Quarter moon I wonder why Where does it fly? No mate in sight
as the moonlight flushes the white plum-tree blossoms down the night-black bark arms like snowflakes softly landing on the calloused ground without a sound a mirror image of a petaled sky above filled with star blossoms and fragrance deep and high whirling around the moon cold and distant aloof yet pouring out its cold love like a symphony of softest flute and bassoon ah, the moon, the moon casting shadows black and deep as the blossoms go to sleep
The sun shook With tremor to his core 't was going to be shunned, he knew Looking at what was coming from the North. Clouds of doom Spreading across the sky Obliterating its view To the blue planet, its favorite sight. Felt such pain For the earth was his child Wondered when he would see it again What could it do? And he felt weak inside. The moon came And with her, the sun knew It still shone, renewing its faith The sun understood the moon loved earth too. And the sun Fell deep in love with her That is why they meet now and then Watching the earth like their child, together. By CarolineCecile – 12/17/11
A friend told me that we all see the same pale moon at night, and that thought struck me as comforting and rang so simply true. But late one autumn night I cursed the luminescent orb, because it guaranteed what I already knew: for me there'd be no peaceful slumber on this weary night, with this all-consuming headache come to stay. Would it, I asked, keep hammering industriously on as wakeful dawn turned into harried day? I fixed my eyes upon the moon with burning beams so bright as concentration fled my painful mind. Squinting, I could see not all those rays were shining white, but glowing colors of all different kinds. It was dumb to be awake at such an unattended hour, but for me sleep rarely came without a fight. Perhaps, I mused, I'm lucky, for how else could I have seen the fascinating rainbow in the middle of the night?
Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt orange, am I Circular-fools, neurotic halves, wise courters and sickle-slices shape me Liquid-masses bow down to me Extinguishing my counterpart, and transforming light into night Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All's kisses Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light, am I Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I Chaos enlivens all awe-struck viewers while in my foolish-state Shadows piece together my possession A maternal-nurturer for, a fertility-bearer, and an enabler-of-harvest to all, am I Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament's-Darkness
Tonight is the full moon, through the clouds it's blazing bright, And from the tingle I feel in my bones, it'll be quite a night; It's the one night a month that the moon has control, I can feel it in my being, all the way to my soul; The sway the moon holds over me, is calling out in victory, I can feel it now I'm letting go, soon the monster will be free; Just one night a month the beast can roam, And it's the one night a month that I never come home; The brute takes over my body and will, And destroys everything with deadly skill; All I can do is sit back for the ride, All conscious thoughts are trapped inside; So many times I've tried to get out, But I can't even do so much as a shout; When the demon inside me once again is at large, Beware to you all, because I'm not in charge!
Why in the World? I asked myself, "Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis? There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering. And then, I knew. Long ago, before man populated the earth, Before men developed metropolitan areas upon the ocean shore, When mother earth was free to ebb and flow, free to grow. There were seasons and tides, rotations and revolutions. Her face was painted in different shades as time progressed. Upheavals and uplifting, subuctions and cooling took place. Eons saw her crust and mantel strengthened, altered…recycled. The ocean waters rinsed the shores rhythmically. The moon reined its beauty upon the nights and sands drifted. Pulsating waves washed the shore…cleansing and eroding. Crushes of elements sank to her ocean floor. The shore rejoiced in its newness…for a while. But balance is a key to restoration, a function of recycling. She quivers; the earth quakes; the ocean regurgitates upon the shore. Tsunamis return upon the land that which had been washed away. Regaining equilibrium within the earth's core. Forcefully, volatile, crushing, engulfing, and renewing. Long ago, before man populated the earth, it served her well. Earthquakes and tsunamis were a blessing to the planet. A natural renewal process maintaining balances purposefully. Fulfilling a function…like a hurricane or a tornado. Perspectives changed when man spread around the earth. Civilizations developed; populations increased. Man built upon Mother Nature's shores to enjoy her beauty. But the moon still reined her forces. And the need for balance amid life cycles remained. Freely we are given that which can be quickly removed. Our souls cry out for understanding of that which must be. Balance amid all things: atoms, cells, bodies, systems, planets, And universes… © March 13, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen
Hateful is the day and gracious is the night. The Sun burns, The Moon heals. The day is so bright We keep our eyes closed. But the night is dark and our eyes can open. During the night We can see everything, Though it is dim. During the day, Everything is so bright and clear, That it's too much to understand. The Sun is warm, But it is cold. The Moon comforts you, As it doesnt hurt to look at. So more to say, The day is perilous And the night is tranquil. So says I.
no moon to be shown on this sleepless night. no moon to be seen on this blackness night. no moom to be seen or be shown for the people below, no light not even a peck of white light that comes from the moon. not even a glint on the starry night.. who wait for their beauiful moon want to get a glint of the light to be shown on this blacknes night. for the goddess of the moon, gives the light to the moon, that makes me love. as i am the fallen angel of the night, without the glimps or taste of the moonlight.
When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars, My mind wanders as I search for where you are. Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found. Standing alone at the Ocean's edge and hearing its roar, My heart pounds and aches for so much more. Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea, I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me. Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see. One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me. Infinity with the depths of this Sea, This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me. Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea, Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me. Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me! Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea. Endless and endless ripples! This vision I know I will forever see! I hold my breath and carry a true smile, Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile. Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, The depth of this Ocean covers over me. I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me? So if ever in search for that which you know you believe, Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea. One by one they collide crashing directly into me. I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me. Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me! Feel what has been given just for the love of me! So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe, Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea. The ripples one by one know you will believe. They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea, And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
Under the moon light Down by the sea We have a calm sight Of everything free View the sea in its might Where it all will be Power in the moon light The unspoken dally One that's only bright I never do deny openly That this moon is right A feeling coming tenderly Russell Sivey
"Magic Moon Dust" I see you up there watching over me back-dropped by the sky netted by the sea with those eyes...that stare. I hear you call a haunting pull that beckons me across my wall. I see you shining Oh! so brightly. Won't you touch me there moon with all your dust your magic for broken weary hearts so once again the tastes of Spring explode and bloom from me within... Shine! Oh! Shine! Bright Moon on me as I speak! Put magic moon dust from my head to feet... and Please!...Make it soon! ~deborah burch 3/31/2012
Oh temptress of the earth and sky Why must you rise so soon? The fields are full with wheat and grain So comes the harvest moon Come september ready or not Our crops no longer wait The harvest moon and autumn wind Will surely seal their fate Oh golden moon that shines so bright Give me light I pray I cannot see to glean my fields Turn darkness into day Oh harvest moon why can't you see? I do the best I can I plow my fields and plant my seeds Why can't you understand? Harvest moon oh harvest moon Just give me one more hour Help me see to cut my wheat And grind it into flour
Moon Flower The sun is long since gone The last strains of its light have faded behind the horizon The moon shines down on a sleepy world Stars twinkle with their own beautiful light Animals move on their nightly paths Birds make lonely calls looking for a single friend One the ground the moon flower opens Catching every bit of light it shows its beauty No one will get the chance to see it bloom The coming of the sun hides what only the night brings Such beauty wasted in the night
Red moon in October night, Crimson sprays, from pale light. Earth's shadow, casting lovely glow, Red atmosphere transferring light to pale moon, The Blood Moon shines tonight. Watch from the land, Watch from the sea, Watch from the air, Watch from space, Watch the Blood Moon. Red light shines down on Earth's shadow, Common night displayed in bloody clarity From land, air, and sea. Cast lovely light glow around Earth, From outer space, Lights out, deep red glow. No red moon in black depths of space, But red Earth, made brighter From the Blood Moon. A night of sorrow, warrior loss, Pray for survival, Of warriors fighting abroad, Tribute paid to dead warriors of the past, The Blood Moon shines for the dead to. Night is over, The Blood Moon is gone, One more year, till the time is right, And the Blood Moon shall shine again, But now back to life, Anticipation for the next crimson night.
If there was no sun, there would be no moon. If there was no moon, there would be no stars. The stars would be gone, for they follow the moon. The moon would be gone, for it gets it's light from the sun. With no sun, moon or stars, The world would be grey and cold. The sun would not warm the lakes, The moon would not light the night, The stars would not beat the dark. Morning would not come, Night would never end.
Caitlin 10-5-12 Does the moon have holes and why are they there? It looks like it's been injured, but no one seems to care. Does the moon have a face? Is it looking at me? I don't really know. Tell me what you see. Why is it so far away? Look at its light! In all of this darkness, it looks pretty bright. Why must it change shape? That funny little moon. It has happened many times before, but it will turn round again soon. Why is there only one moon, but so many stars? Why is it all on its own? The stars need a leader, something brighter than themselves, so nothing is ever alone. Even with light, shadows still lurk. Why is it so dark every night? They are so far away, still at war with the blackness, where the moon and the stars must fight. Why is there nighttime? Why in the dark must I lay down my head? I'm too tired to think about that question right now, so just let me go to bed.
I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe. And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge. The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large. And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse. The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse. The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge. The door had been widely opened and many came by barge. The stress was great because the world went into a reverse. Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards. Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before. And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards. And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door. The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all, And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Rain paints my soul into silvery streams Life is like light All is more than it seems Something is here, in the night of your eyes Something is here, in the tears of my cries In the darkness, like velvet, I feel and I fall The tide of my life fractures down through my soul Wave upon wave And stream upon stream Everything Is more than it seems Tide upon tide The moon of your eyes Everything Might bring this night into me Rain, wash away, purify, drown my soul Life is like love All is pure, water cold Everything's here, in the night of your eyes Everything's here, argent tears are my cries And the sky is like velvet, so freely I fall The moon is a crystal in silvery scrawl Wave upon wave Written stream upon stream Everything Is more than it seems Tide upon tide The moon of your eyes Everything Will bring this night into me
The full moon caresses the starry night sky, moving in slow motion across the expanse. No street lights, no head lights, just the moon in her full glory. As I ponder upwards toward the light, breathing in the cool, fresh, clear night air, the stars seem to write my name across the sky, and that's when I know
They had dreamed. They had gone so far with their dreams. Yet, so deprived they lived. Like them, I have become a denizen of the desert, ever since I laid my eyes on you. Like them, lovers of a hundred decades ago, I was destined to wake up everyday in a new shelter, a new tent. What would my shelter be anyway, that ceases lamentation. So far from here I have gone. An inhabitant of the moon perhaps have I become, ever since your love was seared in me; ever since I started missing you like the desert misses the rain, I have been unutterably agonized. Now, it has been a month, an eternity shall I say. Now, to believe that you'll be back, it would take me as many trials as there are miles between the moon and us. "Us". What a soothing word. As soothing as it is for you to realize that a series of flaws have been nothing but a lame nightmare, and as queenly as stereotype works. Like the sand under the misty skies that I have seen from my window, scattered grains either cemented or carried away, is my salvation. Waiting to be held closely, with cuddles and a sweet lullaby, the immutable child amid my exhaustions cries in grief… …and when it rained, I had to believe…at least to recall the hope that I had lost. Yes, today it rained, amidst the scalding and the warmth, it came; I believe it did, yet I still don't know whether it was sent to heal the pain, or cut the line and cease the chain. Jessica J. Hanna November 2006
The sky thralls me- my eyes e'er drawn to her center where she emits her soul a single star. her skirt of scalloped clouds, rose hued, darkens with her mood. She is royal, royal blue. She is enshrouded by inumerous precious stones, sapphires and diamonds she wears in her rolling tresses. Sometimes she is lit by fire. Her skirt is incandescent, lit by the relentless flame. The moon is the eye of a certain storm. The eye of the soul. It is rimmed in the sun's smouldering embers. Tonight the sky enticed me, sending the sun to rest with such a flourish, a swish of the hip, sending the glowing folds of her skirt in a frenzy. And it was all for me to draw my eyes to her, so that I may be tempted to keep my eyes upon her. The moon was stark on the dark stage, soft and full perfect, cratered and undulating. I plucked her out of the sky and replaced her with my own golden iris.
What have I done? Left you this morning out of haste, love and distaste for solitude? Oh, what are you to think of me? Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, I think that some apology is in order: to earth moon sun and sky - - my humble service, the living day for you Sun under cloud over sky around us all and I am grateful from your offering Nature and Earth, water open sea, gore crevasse terre Sky To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds of air of wind and birds, I thank you for sending my lifeforce in meditation... And Moon, to whom I have no words, Moon for love invested like bankmoney I love you most Moon not more than earth sun or sky not more than water not more than nature's wind Speaking but as forwords and backwords revolve or like a spring fog or lowing mist off the sea (Fogbells and light) I think of Moon at each passing note With each hair growing steadily suspended on sand The overlapping plane of mountain Sun And Night
The moon had risen; The earth was aglow, And I saw all of this from My bedroom window. I thought to myself That a wing had unfurled, Transforming the planet Into a new world. Such a marv'lous change Was wondrous to see, 'Twas if the dry land Had been changed to a sea, And the moon looked down From the clouds a'swirl Glittering silver Like a midnight pearl. Tara Andre Midnight Pearl June 06 2012
Violet storm clouds rippled menacingly above us Painting the water in sinuous lilac waves. Their lily white caps broke against our ankles On Maribel's shore beneath her caves. Lady wind, ran her fingers over the earth Caressing everything back to life with her touch. If we leave this world behind us, cease to exist This conscious moment would be enough. The cat tails and tree branches swayed to the music. Our eyes glittered underneath the moon light. The thunder swelled and the lightning pulsed. Black birds against a violet canvas a breathless sight. We waited for her strength to rain down upon us. Smooth slick pebbles in the palm of my hand. She waited to show her face until after sunset. Tranquil treasures standing among the shells and sand. The blissful aroma of flowers over us As she releases her dark cascade . Tresses pasted to our rose cheeks As the last bit of horizon fades. The moon peeks out again behind a cloud. You shimmer as you reach out to touch me. Ebony rocks slid down into the water The taste of raindrops off your lips, ecstasy. Your long flaxen curls wet, same color as the sand Your eyes shared the color with the sky. Your lashes held tiny stars that captivated me, silencing the passage of time. Shielded from the worlds scornful sight Not even the stars could peer through the clouds. We were alone there on that velvet shore Where our souls tried not to drown. We took the storm into our veins, Felt it course through, till it tasted the same. Your ruby blood, ebbed black in the night. As a tangle of arms, spent, the skies were tamed. You and I huddled together on the cliffs Together jade smoke warmed our chilled skin. I watched the russet embers illuminate your face. I still see you in the smoke circles you love to dance in.
The night is young The night is long The night is a rythnever ending song The stars are diamonds Infinite spots of wonder The stars sing a tune That is louder than thunder The moon is exultant Yet all it is, is white The moon is so beautiful An unforgettable sight The sun has rised The night has gone Here come the dances of spring The promise of dawn
Letting the moon consume me It is my night light for night life Its bright perfumes me In tuned are we It is my pearl of the sky sea Many hours and Many mountains we have roamed I see you combing through the branches I am the human tone, it's my galactic clone Every night it finds me to tell me that I'm home The power that it fills me with I feel as a super being a myth Super moon almost cartoon Which then in turn I consume. 8/11/14 -RhymeRoyalty
The sun, going about her daily chores, glimpses a new star in the sky, one smaller than herself, yet strangely familiar. Used to catching her image first in puddles, then growing larger in lakes, she at first only sees a stranger, then catches herself spread in the moon's reflection across thousands of miles of sky. Hypnotized by the beauty of this strange new view of herself, she can't ignore it, sneaking looks time after time; she can't take her eyes off herself. Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky, the sun catches tantalizing glimpses of herself from multiple angles. By then, the sun imagines herself to have the moon's full attention, claiming it as her mirror. Like Snow White's wicked stepmother, the sun asks this mirror repeatedly, methodically, almost hypnotically, "Who is the fairest of them all?" The moon answers all questions obliquely, bringing the sun back time and again, puppet on a string seeking a definitive answer. By day, the moon untangles its strings of moonlight, puts out its nets. Their dialog moves sideways; the sun's questions, always direct, glance off the moon; the moon's answers slip around behind it as the sun tries to get a better look at what the moon might be saying. Who was created in whose image? Which came first, the chicken, the egg, or the yolk, small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies of albumen?
Moon's joy is a reward for our admiration and appreciation of her light and grace. She shares it freely with her brothers and sisters. Mankind, beasts, plants, Earth itself are her children. She lights our night paths, lives with shimmering white threads; golden fingers reach for us and reiterate her love. Her liquid silver fire burning with elation for the God who created her. Fireworks of luminescence rain upon her children, her siblings. She lights the way through the darkness of nights and lifts spirits of those who drink from her shimmering fountain; a mother nursing her young, a sister, navigating her siblings through blackness. Moon is eternal, feeding our souls, our imaginations, sharing insight, when she is full-figured and humming her songs. Would that Moon were ever to abandon us; dreams would die and Gaia turn to ash. Moon babysits when sun naps and all life is safe in her bosom.
Sprinkles from above This powerful dust Brought identity All under the sky And their love with it Referencing The love brought there It's the wonder Of the moon dust Within life Love's wild call In moon light Complete Moon dust Rave Mist Open Feng shui Enter up Aboard one Gleaming moon Star dust above Of moon nature Bringing about Love everywhere Spiral the dust floats Moon dust from above Comes down into eyes Arms of trust inside The peace with great love Russell Sivey Entrant into Catie Lindsey's "Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest" contest 3/12/2012
It was the night after the full Moon. This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees. It was huge! It was the color of melon! My world was lit as my life had instantly risen. I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions. My moment had come forth and all at once, I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe. Three decades of life had passed by me. Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray! Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see! "Oh My God", dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way! And this is what I have dropped before Thee? At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me. So many nights I lay before Thee. Not one word and not even one moment heard. For it was silence, for I could not breathe! An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees. It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see, That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze! I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me. I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe. "Oh My God"! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee! I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see! "My dearest dear God, my only one and true God", Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!
A cold moon comes up After the hot and billowing day The black beaks, black eyes White plumed necks And fanged claws masked as talons Still sizzle on the sultry brain There is no safety here It is a long trek to edge of pain The constant circle of the crow The swift alight The turbid swarming of the flight The cawings grow Not trees, barely scrubby thorns Whose shadows hide the struggle Between life and death So urgent nothing is forlorn No snuggles close to happiness One only pause to catch a breath And I walk this Namib place Towards the moon for one embrace
A Mellow, Intoxicant – Moon-Shine Out of This World – But Orbit's in Line Controls The Lunacy- Longing, Just Fine Heard Howls At The Moon? … It Was Mine… Not a Lunatic – But Lipse' – Scientific … Sometime Like a Space-Kitten, Who just wants to Climb And Prowl 9 (?) Milky Way Planets, in One Lifetime… Not Nine And Purr in Milky Moonlight… On My Spine My Soul is all Aglow… You're in My sight And Even, My DarkSide… is Searching Mister… Right ? I'm and Emotive, Aspiring, Silhouette-Shone, Light Full … of Faith, Formulas and Moon Flint-Rocks, Bright So, I'm Not Crazy… But I, Phase… A- R o u n d – Sense … at Least, to Your Grounded, Male-Ego Logistics yet, I'm Glad, You Still Try To Reach The Moon… … but Maybe, I'll Beam "You" Up Scotty !… Soon … So, Brace Yourself… I Can Bring The Bravado Pace Yourself… We, Got A Long Way To Grow Race Yourself… Flash Your Flag… Fly and Follow Raise Your Rocketship-Ride… Ready … Set … Go ! … 'Cause Modern Moon Miss… Miss Ya'… You Know…
Just take a walk and look around There's lots of beauty to be found Stay out late and see the stars How bright they shine from oh so far The sun feels warm throughout the day But when it's gone the stars do play In the evening cold but yet Look at the moon a glow you get The little things we take as so But what would happen if they should go No sun to warm no moon at night No stars to twinkle nothing in sight The world would be a worthless husk Living in a total dusk Just like some of us who choose Not to look but sit and lose
I turn my face up like a waiting cup Ready to catch beads of beam that falls From your face turned downward to mine. And between our distant thoughts, silence. We, two black souls, face to distant face And heart to heart beating near Allow nothing to be corrected or erase For truth needs no voice louder than love I am not a child again Nobody can manipulate my pain. I remain Transfixed with adoration's eyes Though the moon is only barren rock The stars are only balls of gas The moon shines in the spell of a star And drink of silence As diamonds melt into liquid of light still. Still, earthless, silence implores silence.
I walk and walk the many miles for you. I give and give until I have nothing more. I go on and on until I drop or fall, But I'm searching deep because I search for it all. Everyday I die more inside. Eaten alive by myself inside of my core, Because I'm left alive with life that only I can sort through! I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high. I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow. So I'll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me. I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes? Everyday I'm alone and it's nowhere that I go, Even when it's my thoughts that I clearly identify! I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light. I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day. I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me. Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see. Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay. But I'm left alone with reality in sight. I just want so much for you and me. I even want the same air that you breathe. I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe. Searching for you I'm with all that I can ever be! Everyday I'm straightened by what my eyes can see, But now I'm alone with what's left alive and what didn't flee. So I'll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
Night after night I sit to see the Moon shining over me. Watching its shield unveil a bright night I can just sit to be. For each night gone by a star shines so bright, The more and more I sit here this night. Deeper and deeper I think tonight, "What if" I had no sight? Watching its gleam covering more than a lot, I just sit to see it shine its big light. For each hour gone by the moments are sought. So more and more I sit here deeper in my thought. My mind farther than my further with what this glow has brought, "What if" the man in the Moon was never sought? Watching its shadows lurk in the glow, I sit to see if he will finally be caught. For each moment gone by clear nights I'll now know. So more and more I sit here watching the Moon grow. There's just so much to see because it covers over me. I sit here night after night because it's just such a true sight. I give it quite a bit of thought because "what if" all of this was not? For the more that it comes to glow the more and more I can watch it grow. There's just so much to know because it covers me with its tremendous glow. I sit her with thought after thought because I have more than your lot. I sit here night after night because "what if" there was no true sight? For the more I can just come to see the more and more I can just sit to be. ®Registered: 1998 Ann Rich
With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river. Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died and buried in music of quietness of night. With perfume of flowers giving weight to air cool of dark beauty night's peace granted prayer. Cathedral as reverent as echoed Lords prayer as gentle as songs by frogs from the stream. Harmony hanging in a gemstone sharp air, with touch of sadness as dim sparklers in tyrees while chirping of crickets brings richness to night This will be the hour which wretchedness died. The stars in the heaven pronounces day's death, still speaks of the coming of fresh morning prayer as glorious moon-glow reigns above night while weak light reflects off bountiful river twinkling in beams through branches of trees, gives a roar of stillness through paper thin air. The sky and the dark and the shadows of air The river, moon and the sun as it died. As leaves slowly descend from generous trees. An answer it seems to nights granted prayers it all means little to approaching rivers which has born witness of deceit of the night. So quick in the darkness will charge storms of night? Critical lighting strikes in tranquilized air heaved by the wind once magnanimous river thunder and rain, wind and foreboding of dead comes terror and fear and murmuring prayers amongst shacking of limbs and bowing of trees. Fierce is the storm and with uprooting of trees as wind rips and cries through cover of darkness. All creatures will witness the dark Devil's prayer as thunder splits atoms of wild burdened air. The night cannot sleep till storm's ferry dies and silence of night returns to the rivers. Storms of the night and night's peace granted prayer. Shadows of trees and moonbeams on the river but rising of sun will bring death to night's air.
Can you hear it calling? It's been trying to say Come join and run through the moon light Yes its the moon who is calling Can you hear it calling? I sure can I am close to giving in To the moon It's been calling all day Even though its not out yet Can you hear it calling? It's been lonely all this time It only wants a friend Can you hear it calling? It wants to play with you That's why its been calling you Can you hear its cry? Cry for a friend
I sit here remembering times that have gone by toward the end and near the beginning the musical notes of my life faith and hope the sustainers of my path the cartakers and builders the moon and sun my light the stars my many dreams each holding me together as the world around me crumbles falls to pieces on my floor my broken heart slowly mended as time slipped me by as faith and hope kept building and the sun and moon still shine the stars still go on glinting waiting for me to realise that it is now my time
the moon is made of lovers' wishes Gorgonzola, and other dishes heard knighted lines of ardent passion of tears and wars of lusted action fallen harvest moon shines emphatically a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically dancing fires with nights painted pagan and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin' timelessly written in songs and tomes those emotive thoughts we've come upon matters not whether orb is woman or man it touches us celestially like no other can call her she, or the man-in-the-moon beginnings wrap to endings all too soon her light, like a lover's love waning your pull on her, has gone, abstaining yet new he comes 'round in the night dark and mysterious a shadow of light and more look up with wonder and lust under earthly moon all cratered and dust canines in deserts howl their approval lone wolf on mesa or in packs communal eclipsing all that the earth can give it pulls oceans of emotions that we live whether I'm mental or merely sentimental some core of lunar moonin' is elemental and moves me in arcs of sorrow and elation soulfully to cry with ecstatic damnation pulled nearer in mind to phased lunacy by the gravity of the moon you see whatever it means for all the fuss this moon surely has a pull on us © Goode Guy 2011-09-13
the cloak of the night skys glitters with its jewels and the whitecaps glisten neath the moon and I am drawn in to its majesty the hearld of darkness sparkling with light and stand sheltered by its expanse the cast of moon scattering gloom and my smallness is felt deeply familiar patterns are there by virtue of the light there reflected and the surty of knowing its ceaselessness and its boundries as yet unknown and undiscoverd that we look away from ourselves to something greater what is dark in ourselves is far lessened by the light reflected from another source to draw strength from without the whitecaps lap at the shore the limits defined by her moon and sky a night of peace unfettered by storm but the storms will come with shadows and obscurity to frighten children and make seamen pray mankind will scamper to their burrows and I will be one with them casting my sight till the sun rises again chasing away storm and shadow another morrow to illuminate the confines of our lives as is imposed by time and law unceasing COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A round bright moon glowed low in the night sky throwing silver pennies onto rippling water, A nightingale sang a beautiful haunting tune accompanied by a sedge warbler a nighttime bird, I listened to a song thrush singing from the upper branches of a haggard, horny old oak tree, Earlier before the light had nearly gone a redbreast bathed in the lake always his last chore. I sat outside on this warm summer night the twilight showed me shadows of monsters and beasts, An old lime tree like a thief in the night creeping up on me as the sun sank and the moon rose, Noises from the forest sounded like madmen that had escaped running in chains I looked around, Twigs, dry branches snapped then a hurried rustle, was the forest haunted like the locals say. Popping open a bottle of ginger beer sounded as loud as a hiss of a sidewinder rattlesnake, Crunching a biscuit was as loud a huge avalanche of snow sliding fast down a huge mountainside, Eating my peanuts I thought an army of soldiers were marching at the back of my wooden cabin, I tried to think what creeps about in the dead of night making these noises, I wasn't scared. A small owl seldom hunts by day except in the spring when he becomes restless and excited, Little owls normally crepuscular and nocturnal rather than diurnal may sit on telegraph poles, The creatures of the dark creep out from their hiding places when night time covers the land, And a badger sits in a silent motionless vigil hiding having dug out an old wasp or bees nest. Sitting outside my cabin on the lake on a moonlit night you are last person left on this earth, There is rustling in the hedges and trees it is relaxing yet startling you are being watched, A gander of geese fly silhouetted past the huge bright moon on their way to warmer countries, My bottle of ginger beer nearly gone the same way as the biscuits I yawn and make my way to bed.
The full moon whispers its secrets To the winter skies, Telling the dark clouds why its beauty Is so profound, The snow drifts eloquently, through The night it flies, Till its gently caressed by the frozen Winter ground, The trees are frosted with diamonds, Glinting with the stars, They stand tall and strong with eyes As cold as ice, The south wind covers winter tracks, Erasing the white scars, Until north wind blows again, Ripping another slice, The full moon encased in silver light, Over crystal, glows, Reflecting its prominent purity, It's luminescent white, This exquisite rendition of silence, Traditional as a rose, There is no tender beauty like Winter's Midnight.
The sky is a collage of purple and red As the sun hits the horizon and goes to bed. Mixed in the middle are dark blue and gray, It is so impressive I have to say. The words are illusive as the moon does rise. When I need inspiration I look to the skies. I see this universe so much larger than I. The stars appear to mark the day gone by. I look up to see this star shining so bright. Bringing needed light to the dark night. It seems like a beacon shining for me. The twinkling of stars as far as the eye sees. I sit for a while so I can take it all in. It's so quiet I could hear the drop of a pin. Though I've seen this before it is never the same. The moon rises up to join in the game. The beauty of these moments set my mind free. The possibilities before me are as vast as the sea. It stretches from land to end at the sky My imagination soars I think I shall fly.
Lust for blood when the moon is high primitive instinct in the wolves' cry The call of hunger to everyone near those that fall prey hide with fear. Whispers from the wind swaying the trees, moving the leaves not sure what you heard running faster trying to flee. The white moon growing brighter on each tree around the loch knowing your at the end between the water and the rocks. The scream can't escape from the throat that once was yours. It now lies in his belly as he rests on all fours. You were warned never to go into the forest around the lake especially with the harvest moon bringing the werewolves awake.
The garden at night in the moon light doesn't look the way that it does in the day. The moon light shines down upon the dark ground making shadows fall while night creatures crawl. You won't see a bird. No bees will be heard. Although you might see a night owl in a tree. A bat in the sky flies swiftly by. No butterflies are about, but the moths have come out. As moths flutter around making eerie sounds that disturbs the darkness and the swirling night mist. A cat on the prowl, the hoot of an owl, the chirp of a cricket hid inside a thicket. The rocks on the ground form shapes all around. Images of things in the daylight unseen. The moonlit path trail winds around like a snail, weaving out and in back to where it began. The roses are dim. You can barely see them by the ghostly light in the garden at night.
MEET On a journey we go to Ashton to meet our fellow pagan friends down at Eclipse. They are just like us and we all have fun together coz we share similar beliefs. We count down the days down to Halloween when we will get together for our Meek to drink to the witches and celebrate the ritual. Everyone shall become one as the gods and goddesses come and join us as the boundaries between our earth and the spirits thins and our worlds combine. The beliefs that have lasted centuries shall come forth and continue to do so for millennia. from my earlier pagan days. for those interested i write as nick armbrister and jimmy boom semtex. lots of stuff online.
A childhood lived apart from the usual existence, made innocence more intense; watching raindrops from unclosed windows... while welcoming a shivering skylark! A moon adorned with dreams gleamed over shadowy hills, taking me to their forbidden realm; and as my little arm stretched out to reach it...the further it seemed to move deeply into space, arousing my curiousity and making me aware of infinity, of which I measured no distance... to avoid controversy and doubt! An entire adulhood being the jack-of-all-trades, never having enough time to stop and stare at a moon adorned with dreams, whose smile was as alluring as its glare... with the intention to deceive! A moon adorned with dreams arouses my old emotions... drawing me to its extraordinary charms; somehow relieving my unspoken grief, which is as irresolute as of my belief! Its face so dotted and pale shouldn't be so plausible, or nevertheless graceful, but it constantly changes like me... to find its destined place in eternity!
The moon is full above the canyon listen to the call... The music of the river echoes between the walls. A love song for the brave who boldly choose to walk, The path of their true destiny as the drums begin to talk. The boulder on the ridge catches and holds the light, Providing a mystic place for passion in the night. Hearts beating to the cadence of the drums far below, Sharing souls and secrets only the moon will know. Breathe deep the magic moment, It is here by more than chance, Come out of the half shadows, Listen...Live...and Dance.
As The sun So ascends The moon descends Appearing to go But, yet the moon hangs on Visual, in the day sky And reflects on the blue waters That we sail upon each lovely day So be it, the beauty of sea and sky
Where does the river flow, If not to you? You make my heart sing. I sit gazing out over the lake. The sunsets, as the moon rises. The water glistens, So calm and peaceful. Ducks fly going to their home, Reflections on the water. So peaceful yet so lonely, And I think if only ………... If only you were here to share, To share in this wonderful time, To share in my life. For you to know how my heart feels. A lonely tear falls, as I am missing you. Wanting you by my side. A deep breath taken as if it were my last, A sigh, thinking of the past. Where will my life go, Is this the end? I am loving you so, Why pretend? The sun now gone, As I sit all alone. The lonely moon rising.
Escaping reality seems the only way to really feel free; lying back on a soft meadow, looking up to see the scarlet moon rushing against another shadow... before the coming of dawn! Losing what's not mine, its very hard of letting go, because it took more that faith to get where I am... and only be left with pride! I took a forgotten dream, and turned it into a vision: to set the mood of passion... to steadly touch, not just feel! Losing what' not mine makes me doubt the meaning of those unconvincing words; how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving, too unpleasant to be remembered by time... to which everything belongs? Every star has gone to another sky, and the pale moon won't leave; how should I forget about Eve, if I have no strength to cry?
My eyes were opened to a bright red burning veil. Sun scorched and Moon dried, It was fried! But, I brought it some water in a crystal blue pale. The more it burned higher went the scale, God knows that I at least tried. There was just nowhere to hide. But, I wasn't about to fail. I put the veil in the water and made it wet. I held it to the Sun and the Moon to air dry. The veil melted and glowed where it was set. It was sparkling and made me want to cry. Perception had been weakened to what it really should be. At least, that's what the burning veil conveyed to the truth inside of me!
Out from the beach, the moon glistens, brightly, Upon the frothy waves, parading to shore, In the distance, the peaks climb, to the heavens. Reaching for the clouds, in a sculpted backdrop, Their greenery sparkles, profiled and shadowy. Bluish green under currents, bless the perfection. Sand, sparkling, moving slowly as crystal adrift, This night's full moon is the victor of nature. These are glorious sights of diamond night.
The clouds overhead linger and the wind blows through my hair, I constantly wonder how can I be amazed in such a place that is in the middle of nowhere. I love the smell of the newly cut grass and I love the sight of the sun rising, Watching the sun rise in the morning can be hypnotizing. The golden yellow in the sky shines down on my face, Taking me to an exotic place filled with life in all it's grace. I close my eyes and listen out but I don't hear a single sound, The wind blowing against me makes me feel as if I am 100 feet off the ground. Soaring through the air like an eagle or a plane, Looking down at all the animals and my horses with flowing manes. I open my eyes to see that I am still a country girl, A country girl living in a country girl's world. The end of the day is drawing near and the sun is about to set, But just because the sun sets doesn't mean the day is over yet. So I go inside and look out my window and stare at the moon up in the sky, The stars shining around the moon sparkles in my eyes. A light rain starts to fall and began to tap against my window, I climbed into my bed and became comfortable with my quilt and pillow. Oh' how I love this place, this wonderful place The place where my life goes on, The place in the middle of nowhere the place that I call home.
Swan Song Stealthy killers have crept Their secret bullet Reaching this empty nest Swans too unaware of attack Arms aimed riffles Pleasure hunted Shock Smile Blast Exhilaration Death Only one reflection now No other dark gaze looks back No other gliding ripples All reassurance has gone The lake of desolation Coaxed her half hearted rage Bleeds from a crooked corpse Pathetic winds stir dead feathers and reeds To animation No gentle neck arching Wings now absent haunt the breeze She is a pose of fear The air to void to fly No other yellow bill or back glinting eye None could vie with her chosen White beauty now unmoving Scarlet slash wickedly marring Maiming her heart with sudden isolation The ballet of the dieing Cannot see the cruel eyes prying Exulting in the deed Do not hear her lament Joining in a pact a spur of black Still mournfully beating Madness flapping struggled with reflection To lift his head from under To breathe till breath would burst her lungs asunder But lower still he seemed to fall Days shot sound echoed constantly Unmoving nights which found her Till dawn would bring its shadows Illusions born by sorrows Sends haunted dreams In madness before her Cast the moon in images of death defied before her A phantom wrapped in eyes of night And side by side they glide Mourning on the silver tide Three nights and no more can the moon contain In her heart the spur of black Lay barren ready for a violent ice caress For paths to cross just once She vowed in her willingness To become in her will an ice sculpture of Vengeance So harboured deep in proud beauty A malice in hatreds empathy Prayed for fate and chance to shake hands And there on the shore The assassin stands Gliding wistfully she Using all her grace and beauty To bind her quarry In her natural mystery Slipped over the stillness Approaching with coyness Mesmerizing light in water gleams Her fatal white and an arrow beak Fixed the man by her darkest dreams Opening wings Sheds intent glare beguiling Her neck an arrow javelin Unleashed her fury broke true and deadly With lethal intention And For her mate She launched her self upon him
I am a farmer of the night, cause I plant the starlight! I raise the moon from wheat of grains, and wool the darkened clouds from herds of sheep. I scare the sun rays down with a hound, and with a cande light I strive to plant the night. Yet at a time or two, I can be tired or lazy with grumpiness. That is when the moon is half in shape and not as bright or stars are only few without the twinkle delight. But I am what I am. Which is the farmer of night.
The tranquil moon permeates the very skin of man Entering into the depths to where inspiration lies Allowing breaths of wonder to escape the being While staying eternal as a source of beauty It is during this autumn that the moon shines dim But yet with a fullness and brightness of life and hope The autumn moon hangs low as if to kiss the earth While the hearts of man rise to meet its touching rays Look up to the sky tonight, breathe deep, take in the view The moon welcomes all who seek beauty, romance and hope Let the dreams inspired by this moon remain as a spark When the dim light of winter's death darkens dreams For then it represents hope for change, growth And the very spring of our lives and summer of color
In the midnite of earth's noon, Sun's shadow blackens the moon. Silver shades of pale desire Are consumed within its fire. Adrift in darkness of death, The burnt moon struggles for breath. Unremembering the plight Desire brought, it slays the night. This envious moon of sky Sighs with dispassionate eye: The sun too will one day die.
Season come and season go Tis the moon change in the Season A neon orange moon glisten in The night.. As the moon shine his brightest Is there a light inside the moon While that little boy sit's and fishes Off the moon Can you see him all relax and laid Back With his fishing pole dangling off the Tip of the moon Can you see how cold the moon Appear in the midst of January Brew.. The season come and season go The orange moon glisten in the Night.. As The frosty chill cover's the land from An age "ole" neon orange moon visit The night. Which being his time to shine in the Midst of January brew
The night turns purple as it sleeps in dead men's fingers still in the gelatinous state we find abhorrent rocking waves in an ongoing performance under wisdom's moon while you steal me shells and lace me seaweed necklaces At this moment, I'd take every pearl drop from every oyster and throw it to the edgy sea, every sleeping gold doubloon in silt compressing decadence a laugh lost in history left there in the dark of the dark. Far away from the luminary whispers we ignite. Just let me trace the moon shadows on your face once more. Leave me with a ring of salt for commitment and hum under your breath just loud enough to lift the waves a little higher a little higher still... and this purple night will sleep on, grumbling of lost sea items and treasures, erasing our footprints from it's memory as we eclipse the moon with our kiss.
It's crunching and glistening, quietly snowing, 'neath a moon peaking out of the clouds. The evening is calling for lovers are falling in love with the world, less it's sound. The busiest street corners, silent and forlorn, the end of the blizzard is nigh. A winter land wonder, without all the thunder a blanket for the full moon tonight.
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Wax and wane/ constant change Tides will rise/ tides fall the same With moon in phase/ bodies spin Tides roll in/ tides ebb again Revolve the earth/ elliptic line Moonbeams shine/ signs of time Moon on water/ Heavenly Father Good tidings heard/ no more wander In five moons/ coming soon Eclipse of sun/ in the noon? Red moon glow/ return of Son Light is come/ darkness none No moon in phase/ no sun but days Constant tide/ one source of rays Yet all the same/ tides roll in Tides rise again/ no body spins
Sunshine on lips which have starved for a drop of attention from forces impenetrably hot Holding the hand of invention's conception having cracked open the moon late last night Eating the shell was a task of elation Belly filled full with a thought born of mirrors The moon on the inside was frozen, congealed filled with inedible, silver holed dreams Buoyancy stretched out it's hand to deliver frost on the lips born to shake and to shiver Moon shell reflective and only the image of sun drops imbedded in all that's alive Now, on the day after lunar consumption, the yearning for solar shelled rejuvenation eclipses all thoughts bent on birth or starvation to lean toward the sun for new growth.
Nobody has to know whatever happened between us that made us glow; let this remain something of a secret, this man knows where it lies... hidden from others, not from us! And you woman, keep it inside as long as you live...it's as deep as pride! Erase my number from your cell phone, not let him see it... don't make him suspect that I even exist in reality: make it look like a shadow passing... leaving no traces along; when I take what's not mine...I feel so guilty, but it won't stop me from taking! Let this remain something of a secret, let's it confide it to a moon that's so scarlet; a silent moon who hears the lovers' whispers... and turns them into real, sweet whishes! Let's die for a moment's bliss, deny our reality and hysterically laugh; this is not cheating on somebody who didn't finish what he started off... we're free and need not to worry, and if there's a price to pay: we will! We're not kids who are kept from indulgence, we are responsible for our own tendencies... challenging those who oppose us with rage, changing what others can barely change... to let this remain something of a secret!
Sweeping clouds Billowing white, Hiding tomorrows' Moon, in golden light For, where there is gold light, there can be silver too Precious colours, that can be seen through the night Dusk fell, swiftly The emerging night, changed all... In to silver light Tomorrows' Moon, shone steady and bright Silver lantern light, lit up the night Yesterdays' Moon faded away, when night became another day The day will end soon... and we will have tomorrow's Moon
Something not to miss a twilight eclipse when moon is pale and all things wail When moon is full and the waves feel its pull when all things beneath the sea of red are either sleeping or happily dead When moon is high with spirits nigh the bloodred sky chills to cast a soft glimmer across these hills When moon is bright hanging high in night all stars creep back to hide behind the silver in shamed black
The soft moonlight shines down upon the lake this evening as we venture, hand in hand, and a blanket under my arm, deeper into the woods. Being serenaded by the sounds of the night owls and all creatures we find just the right spot where the trees seem to circle like viewers ready for a show. That moon leaves just enough light for our eyes to see the splendor of each other and witness the actions of our love, let alone be witnessed by the trees and all inhabitants. We lay the blanket down and lie atop, with our backs on the ground, sharing a dream or two and admiring the beauty of the moon and stars and of each other. I reached to touch your face and gently caressed your cheek, noticing the highlights the moon cast upon your beautiful face, much like an angel. I can't stop but think that here I am now, the luckiest man on earth, as I look at you, you are beautiful and soft and so caring and warm, my eternal other. I wish to make this moment last forever, the passion not yet surfaced, but is rising within the two of us as we contemplate the emotion, the need, the undying love. All is gone now, there are no trees, no moon, no lake, no animals, no beauty at all, other than the beauty of you as I look into your eyes and yours in mine. The temperature rises and we find each, with hands as eyes, exploring, and our hearts as our guide, through the night of passion and sheer joy we express our love.
life glitters on the lips of the swimmers who kiss each other goodnight cantelope ,brandy and sugarmint candy add to their dancing delight deep in the pearlwood the fairies who feel good circle the moon on the wing under my pale hair they know how I still care I know by the songs that they sing My carapace shivvers coccoon gently quivers as I spread dark wings to the stars come with me I whisper the moon is my sister and the whole milky way can be ours.
The evening sky covers the field like a blanket As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see The beauty of the land's new reflective splendor Opens to the eyes of those who wish view happily As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see My eyes squint to retrieve the beauty falling before I smile as my heart sighs with the image bestowed At this time of the evening, the earth now adorned The beauty of the land's new reflective splendor Is a daily reminder of the many gifts on the earth I remain thankful for my time and my witnessing These many gifts granted as a right, from my birth
silvery streams of light touch my cheek silent, mysterious moon inky blackness pale jewel in starry setting sister to the sun glorious orb of the night travelling across heavens shadows dance with soft light silver in its finest form nature's gift to the night moon, mysterious moon captivating my heart with your placid beauty silver streams touch my senses bathed in soft silver, closed eyes ifeel its transluscence the calm of night will end soon moon mysterious,beautiful moon
I held the Moon......... In my open hands Blew on it gently, saw it glow Far it was flung....... I watched it go There it hung...... Moonglow There I stood..... So far below Moonglow Things I could Things I should All for a Moon If I could touch again Feelings understood If I only could............ So far below......... Feel a moon glow