| The Moon
Posted: 5/26/2009 2:22:36 PM |
New Moon ~
Beauty is the sliver exposed to our eyes
Drawn to where insight beauty truly lies
Viewing this light bright in minds skies
Envision this beauty to our minds eye
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| The Moon
Posted: 5/27/2009 4:09:42 PM | crisp autumn air
a time of reaping
and the harvest moon
hangs low over the valley
soon it will frost
and the earth will sleep
beneath a mantle of white
but for now
smiling pumpkins and cornshocks
adorn the fields | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 5/28/2009 11:06:13 PM | As the snowfalls
My soul begins to live again
The full moon hiding...
My tears of lost memories..
Snowflakes from my heart..
Cold as the icy moon shining....
This is the end..
Alone in the bare silver rays
From the hiding moon... | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 5/28/2009 11:45:38 PM | | Thank you Seahorsey, Fission and Rebel for the lovely additions to this thread. It did make me feel a little cold thinking about the moon in winter and the harvest moon. I am still back on the new moon of spring *grin* | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 5/30/2009 6:45:47 AM | I think that I will never be
as predictable as e.e.cummings
shining bright the moon and me
still with a drummers drummings
shining so splendiferous
across the vast expanse
hoping to be vociferous
waiting for a chance
I see the moon and the moon sees me | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/5/2009 6:58:57 PM | I am alone
the moon is my company
it follows me on wooded trails
it listens to my complaints
guiding me when all else fails
and frees me of constraints
it may be haunting ghostly white
or comforting like a friend
it may not show at all every fortnite
it has a duty to attend | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/5/2009 7:16:45 PM |
Fulfilling ~
Bright in night’s skies a white heart shines of love
Blossoms of love ... reminds us of our flowering doves
Flight in these night skies ... full within our loving eyes
Enlightening our souls light within our spirit we fly high
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/5/2009 7:27:16 PM | Her breasts , he or she
Is drawn to . Because ,
There , life is signed up .
Nourishing moons. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/6/2009 9:13:57 AM | As the moon rises,
Many take off their masks,
Why all these disguises..
Maybe cause of their tasks..
A full moon once a month..
Takes down the pressure..
Night awakens a many a moths,
Might be the calling for sur,
As the moon rises to it's full
This feeling of peace overcomes,
All the days of bull..
A cresent moon is better then none..
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/9/2009 12:10:30 AM | | I see everyone has been busy again during the full moon. Thank you for your lovely thoughts and images. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/10/2009 12:15:27 AM | Hi autumn...
The monn always did have an effect on me,dunno whay but it's there.
Walking down the alley,
Shadows dance silently,
Through the silver rays
Of the cresent moon..
Waves down my spine
Tell me it's time..
Time to open my soul..
To the rythme..
Of the dancing shadows..
I hear singing in my mind..
Moonriver is the song..
As I dance with the shadows..
A smile from my lips
Inspires me to sing out loud..
Funny thing..
The shadows disapeared..
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/10/2009 5:11:34 AM | peeking through the arms of a tree
i spotted a vision looking down on me
the moon was full....her light so bright
a total distraction driving at night
so i found a place to stop and park
to gaze upon her moonlit face
and there i saw it....so very clear
she truly was smiling and felt so near
does she always smile this time of year?
it filled me a reverence and grace
as though a blessing was taking place
as she spread her joy through time and space
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2009 9:59:32 PM | Thank you all for your insightful posts.
So many around me are experiencing unrest
The moon darkens to obscurity
Awaiting the summer solstice
Tempers flare unnecessarily
Rubbing the raw edges of wounds
Not healed
Wake up everyone this is not the time for war paint
Drawing arms
Instead of trying to paint this planet green
We are in our infancy of being a human race
And we still don’t get it
Wasting precious time
I sat in the dentist office reading about the alternatives
People playing God again
To put a blanket over global warming
Cause and effect
It may be too late to stop
The cities from being swallowed
By the waters of the Artic
What will happen to mankind?
A glitch in the system
Are we all blinded?
By the dark side of the moon. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/21/2009 8:03:55 AM | The moon on this first day of summer
will not dry the sweat dampened skin
the sun is a merciless tyrant, except shade
the trees are our only refuge
it will be new moon this night
and so we will get reprieve from the human wreckage
our eyes rest, but our other senses heightened
attuned to the bugle or battle cry
"this is war boys" the captain shouts
as the soil laps up the blood of dead and dying
I hope to return to you sweet Elizabeth
when it is finally over,and just let me be at peace | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/21/2009 8:30:57 AM |
Tune of New Moon ~
Plume of heart stands on loves branch
Singing the colors upon held romance
Tones crisp and clear draw two near
Leaves of a growth nestled four ears
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/21/2009 5:57:14 PM | | Not sure who wrote this, but it's one my favorites......" I have loved the moon and stars too deeply to be fearful of the night"................ | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/21/2009 7:08:22 PM | Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, -- I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then till now.
Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?
You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate;
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You "have none but me," you murmur, and I "leave you quite alone"?
Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I "have never failed in kindness"? No, we lived too high for strife, --
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, "Patience, Patience," is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sworn, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars, --
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
Note: Tycho Brahe (1546-1601) has a strong claim to the title "Father of Modern Astronomy" for his insistence on systematic observation.
-- Sarah Williams
(Published 1868)
I found this Dusty is this the poem you were remembering? Hi Fission your poems sounds like an old war epic and yes Seahorsey - new moon madness! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/27/2009 5:13:20 PM | it’s said my life is pulled by the slippery moon
not sure when it’s time to shine
or crawl up into a ball and sleep
away dreams and nightmares
security I long to keep
knowing when the wheel starts spinning
a carriage ride through the summer solstice
wandering unfamiliar pathways - emotions strong
not wrong or very long before I’m
twisting and turning with mirrors and blank walls
the paradox of still being a moonchild
sometimes you just need to feel the ocean squalls
while summer folds you up into her transparent wings
only then will you shed your skin
and sing
allowing the water to resurrect the sanctity of the spirit. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/28/2009 11:45:26 AM | beyond comparison or any real comprehension
can be said about any single thing
what does it take to command attention?
Joy or pain ?what will tomorrow bring?
another quest ,another riddle?
I don't know of loons and Lunatics
complicated algorhythms
physics or quantum mechanics
I only know the sun and the moon trade places | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/6/2009 9:04:05 PM | autumn...a little moon glow por tu...
walking my daisy
in my jammies
my neighbors don't mind
me in my undies
(or the lack there of)
for the evening belongs
to daisy
i serve her
not as a master
but as a servant
removing the thorn
from her paw
looking above the orchard
i see Her golden luminescence
knowing that in the morrow
She will ebb again
like the waves in the ocean
and the rhythm of my body
She flows
as if it was a thousand year ago
today and forever in the morrow | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/6/2009 10:51:50 PM | I loved that picture Rose you sure captured my imagination *grin* fishy you don't have to know all the quantum physics to understand the patterns of our celestrial neighbours. Sometimes just basking in their glow rejuvinates the spirit and brings peaceful feelings.
I often sneak out on the porch at night
to gather moonbeams in my pocket
especially when vulnerability strikes
those raw chords in your comfort zone
sending tingling doubts to collide with nature
you look up and plead with the moon
to set you back on cycle
it's a woman thing to shed emotions in the dark
trying to make sense out of misplaced confidence
that was there only yesterday
I swear we have a biorhythm upheaval
cheered on by hormones
sinking deeper into the abyss
of insecurities, unglued. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 3:46:44 AM | mmmm.....writings here speaking from soul so clear....
so moving and humbling to hear.
suppressed desire
releasing the chain
where once was calm
now a rising hurricane
urging you from deep within
release control, go on a whim
don't think, accept the invitation
meet under the full moon at night
when mist will cast her eerie light
resist and know this chance you'll miss
to feel the passion of sensual delight
Ethics and Supressed Desires...
6/22/2009 11:07:26 AM | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 11:00:45 AM | Holding no convictions or promises
the phase of the moon bears silent witness
to the loneliness that stirs in the heart of mankind
its puissant light is mere reflection of Sol | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 12:04:02 PM | Beyond notice,
Chills from the night
Come to sooth
The day's hardships..
Moonlike rays
Still pierce my soul
As I look up
I see a silver face
The moon smiling
And I know
I'm not alone
To dance
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 7:10:10 PM |
Occurrence ~
Full is a moon that speaks in darkness of night
Shedding the fears and settles hearts plight
Listen you too of love that blooms in this sight
Held of our darkness’ still blooms loves light
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