| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 9:37:24 PM | | Full house on the day of a full moon. Thank you everyone for your terrific poems. I agree WeAre1 lots of soul in here lately. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/7/2009 10:26:25 PM | "We Had Him" by Maya Angelou [Written for Michael Jackson’s Memorial]
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/8/2009 9:42:40 AM |
Notion ~
Earthly beings we witness the greatest romance
The sun and the moon in the skies of their dance
Reflected loves light a grand spectacle of our night
Drawn to this faith inspires visions that are bright
Our circle in the emitting of our own loves light
Inspired by Purecreative “ Poem Moon glow “ | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/9/2009 7:09:55 AM | Autumn...what ever happend, or what was the thread called where you asked people what kind of tree...they would want to be? I heard something today that made me think of it. Barbara Walters asked Katherine Hepburn in an interview and it became sort of a thing ...she began asking everyone that question! ? is that right?
 no Moon poem at the time...sorry! Just was wondering...:) | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/18/2009 3:17:12 AM | Crescent moon in the dark winter sky,
Wind blowing leaves off the evergreen trees.
Rain pouring down heavily on a rusted iron roof,
Old folks massaging their arthritic knees.
Moon now hidden completely from view,
Wind broken branches falling on the ground.
Raging rain making rivers quickly rise,
Fearful folk hearing each and every sound.
Screaming storm at its zenith,
Jagged lightning flashing fast.
Spectacular burst of energy,
Accompanied by thunder's blast.
Two hours later,
All is quiet and still.
The crescent moon visible
From river, tree and hill.
18 July 2009 CRH | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/31/2009 9:23:49 AM |
Showers ~
The rains of summer come in the night
Raining a down pour of moon’s delights
Shadowed visions fully white skies sight
Rain summer’s beach front holidays insight
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| The Moon
Posted: 7/31/2009 10:29:24 AM | | Seahorsey that is a sweet poem! I think I saw tranquilrose up there too - welcome! | |
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Posted: 8/6/2009 6:23:26 AM | (written under last night's moon...originally posted on 'country roads and a full tank of gas...finding myself)
writing under the fool moon; reflections of summer's end...
country roads
leads to places
i have never been
home.
pristine beauty of
the northwest
magical birds
wait with eagle eye
heron flock
in mystical melodies
salish people
bleed
high desert of southwest
bring vast beauty
within painted skies
mystical morning of light
shadows mountain deep
dawn breaks
with thunderous tranquility
ghosts of chirachua
moan | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 8/6/2009 8:58:15 PM | | Rosie please no summer's end just yet! It finally feels like summer here - everything so lush and the grass green and flowers blooming. This is heaven and so unusual from the August's past where everything was dried out and brownish yellow - water rations, air quality poor - too stinking hot to go out and see the moon riding the sky with Jupiter following close on its coatails. I heard a cicada the other day when I went for a swim and he was celebrating life not screaming about the heat. At night just throw open the windows and let the fresh air in - no closed up feelings of an airconditioned mortuary. I do dig your painted skies and mystical morning light. A sorjourn out into the countryside. Full of images Rosie! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/5/2009 10:28:10 PM | Under a full moon
We marvel at the enormity
Galileo glued to the sky
A stamp over Jupiter
And the children
Lo, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto
Lined up as perfect children often do when
Their father is a star
Born again and again
They are the gifted ones
The keepers of our imagination
Our longevity. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/6/2009 12:36:53 AM | The Moon now wanes,
and hopefully do these pains,
in dreams, I've seen,
the Earth eclipse the Moon.
Not sure where I stood,
not Earth nor Moon,
if I did not wake so soon,
then I would have more to tell.
My most important Moon draws nigh,
and before it graces the sky,
I must write down all I wish,
and what I must accomplish,
so the oracle spoke,
inside of me she awoke,
that even though my dream thus broke,
there is still a shred of hope,
So sleep and keep away the gloom,
and we shall speak very soon,
and my words shall be a boon,
to keep you grounded and in tune,
you shall not return to the womb,
till you have done what you have come to do,
be it glory or your doom,
we shall speak before the next moon.
So she said, and so she groomed,
me into a flower, yet to bloom,
and that night as I dreamed,
I saw the Earth Eclipse the Moon. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/6/2009 7:06:38 PM | ~this moon
smelling sinewy like
a roaring fire
deep and orange
with lips of blue
~this moon
hanging oh so low
exuding light
so bright inside
the depth of you
~this moon!
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Posted: 9/6/2009 7:34:16 PM | | Jesse what a peaceful poem. I wish my dreams were that vivid. Jules I saw the orange moon tonight - it was so big hanging close to the horizon and amazing. Thank you both for the great poems. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/7/2009 6:20:53 AM | her golden countenance
rises about the altamont
astonished by disbelief
i think
she is so true to her cycle
coming around again
simply who she is
no judgement
no thought
no care
just there
she rises reflecting his glow
pulling the ocean tides
no predetermined
thought
she simply is | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/13/2009 7:18:59 AM | In a clear sky
you can see the moon
even one the sun is high
washed out blue silvery spoon
and when nite falls
the firelight beckons
and the moon calls
sometimes up half the night,I reckon
just staring up | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/13/2009 6:36:12 PM | Night is encroaching
and my sight dims
just to pause-to think
turning it -finger to hand
take it off toss it aside
and rest with the weary
go out with the tide.
The morrow will be a time
for recovering-getting it right
sifting my bearings
collect a handfull of seaglass
carry it home in my pocket.
Smoothed edges-waves
of the moon
all worked clean. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/15/2009 10:11:49 PM | | Rosie, Fishy thank you for your poems each with different perspectives. Welcome Mo I loved the different take on the moon in the seaglass. Thanks all. | |
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Posted: 9/18/2009 10:53:26 PM | Telescope reaching for the heavens
No moon in the sky
But what a miracle it is
A treasure trove of hidden gems
Discoveries not seen by the naked eye
I am dazzled by the planets
How far away they are but how close they seem
From a tiny view finder in the backyard
Of a neighbourhood polluted by streetlights
And the cities aura hanging low in the atmosphere
The night sky a circus of colour and form
Names such as snowball, a round blue object or dumbbell, a purple haze
Some alive some died thousands of light years away
A comet that is forging a path through the patterns of stars
The duck cluster - opening a pirate’s chest
And witnessing the sky filled with gold and silver clusters
Not even a diamond could show such depth
What do we do on a Friday night in Canada? | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 2:31:18 AM | My Moon of Intent
My moon has come,
my wishes done and set in stone,
my intentions are now firm,
I must achieve them alone,
The moon has come,
anew again,
and so the cycle shall begin,
shall I fade or shall I win,
only time will tell my friend.
I would give up the moon,
if it meant that I would see your face,
I would remove it from the sky,
and I would put you in it's place,
I would never look again,
into the softness of it;s light,
if it meant that all the wrongs,
will one day be made right.
I would live under the moon,
and be content without a roof,
if I could be the roof for you,
and surround you with my truth,
perhaps the moon will move your heart,
as it moves the waves ashore,
perhaps we'll no longer be apart,
perhaps we'll love forevermore. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 2:54:12 AM | to love forevermore
with no one keeping score
no more crying on the floor
feeling abandoned at one's core....
when suddenly through tearful gaze
a light shines through the fluid haze
now catching your attention
like a sign's been sent from heaven.....
the moon has come to help you
its bright light appearing at night
as if to gently guide you
bringing calm and wonder back to view.....
for in those times we feel we're losing our minds
in those moments we're wishing for company
if the moon should shine upon your face
within your heart will love embrace....
for moonlight fills us up with grace | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 8:03:49 AM | A Moonlit Tale
He strode along a forest path, the woods blanketed by the night.
A gown of evening mist enveloped him, white ribbons stole his sight.
Steps obscured, footfalls bewitched, he was guided through the gloom
whence he found himself at a river's edge beneath a carefree moon.
The mist fell away, his heart transfixed by the scene he was meant to behold.
Upon the gentle waves swam a green-eyed nymph, her tresses starlit gold.
She languished there as if she were alone, wrapped in water's embrace.
But she knew of his gaze, pretense betrayed by the playful smile on her face.
He thought he heard her laugh as she glanced his way ere she dove from view.
He awaited her return to the surface, stood vigil the whole night through.
At river's edge he patiently waited, night after night passed in vain
and though others should have surrendered all hope he could not allow his to wane.
So he fashioned a lyre of tortoise shell with gossamer spider web strings
and hoping forever to entice her return, of love and happiness he would sing.
Young lovers now by the river, between kisses oft hear his tune
yearning for the return of a green-eyed nymph beneath a carefree moon.
*dedicated to a friend* | |
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Posted: 9/19/2009 1:10:59 PM | Hi Autumn..well i guess in my case..animate a radio show..that is what I do..
On this rising moon night..
Winds cooling my soul...
I see through shadows
Lingering among the trees..
Waiting the full moon..
And the wind breez..
As they await the music
From the branches
Of the great oak tree..
So they can dance till morning..
Can you hear the melodie..
The wind chanting..
And the moon smiling down..
On the dancing shadows..
Dance of joyous beings
In peace with their souls..
On this moon rising night
I dance with an angel..
She awaits in heaven.
But comes to dance..
With love to my soul..
Can you hear the melodie?.. | |
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aka,om
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Msg: 273 | |
| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 1:53:10 PM | moon ku
to girls in windows
the moon is still in the night
a silver token | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 2:13:32 PM | I ever tell you about Egmont Key?
It's actually a frickin bird sanctuary!
I ain't kidding!
It's just a lil island at the mouth of tampa bay
for years and years it was my get away
you back in when anchoring
and that's where you do your camping
right on the boat
and take moon notes
The harvest moon there is totally star melting
it rises like it's some kinda god needin hailing
and it rises right above the Skyway Bridge
if you've never seen it google it
it's a golden bridge
makes the show quite impressive
I first seduced my kid's mother there..
but, that's a totally different tale
anyway, the moon comes up thrice the size of the earth
and it's such a bright yellow that it makes your eyes hurt
it puts out stars like Smokey the Moon
normally even sparks a few buffet tunes
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 7:48:03 PM | | There are some wonderful moon poems above not even sure where to start and maybe I should just say wow. Omie how about a silver dollar out my window - I don't have any tokens :( - we also have a skyway bridge not far from where I live definately not the same size as the one in Tampa though but still a place to sit by the water and moon gaze. Rebel do you ever ready poetry on the show? Jesse and Weare1, Fishion welcome. | |
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