| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 8:40:24 PM | the forms and states of solitude arose back in the fifties
with frank roberts
still photos of a land spread apart
then flourished outward as they do
to topsy turvy
ansel adams also remarked on solitude
no one is even present at all
only surfaces, etches, edges, sedges,
just like the pear tree on my block
the neighbours
which continually sheds even now
the neighbours
one side of it is bronzy | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/19/2009 9:42:36 PM | | Hey Trulio that's cool but where is the moon poem?? | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/21/2009 7:54:40 AM | I sit and wonder why
this happened to me
the edge of the moon
appeared
and seemed to whisper
my name
wonder sure
but worry not
all answers come in time
so shall the sun rise soon ©2009the mission | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/21/2009 11:23:33 AM | watching the world from the moon
so much to be said
i think i'll just lie in bed
and think of all these crazy days
where something grows but nothing stays
you and me
lost in eternity
and nothing fits until there comes a sign
from mother nature or father time
until then...
i'll be crying tears that don't belong
singing someone elses song
dreaming life in a cartoon
and watching the world from the moon
yesterday
was carved right out of clay
today is just another try
for new born wings to learn to fly
flaming child of the sun
we've always been as one
and from where i stand there is no fear
until the next eclipse
you can always find me here
until then...
i'll be crying tears that don't belong
singing someone elses song
dreaming life in a cartoon
and watching the world from the moon
-B. Paul | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/21/2009 8:09:42 PM | | Fishion the sun always come out again - yup and Ben is that a song? I really enjoyed the rhythm. Thanks guys. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/22/2009 10:56:16 AM | | yes! it's one of my songs | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/22/2009 9:42:24 PM | | It would be nice to hear it to music. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/23/2009 11:10:19 AM | | the only song i have available to be heard is the one on my profile...sorry, no references to the moon! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/23/2009 6:10:32 PM | During those blank ones
the nights with no moon
silence is thicker
air is quicker
voices wear no sounds
whistling goes nowhere
humming not allowed
waiting in the blankness
waiting for the round
finally finally
waxing moon found | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/23/2009 9:08:56 PM | The Moon and Venus,
sometimes close,
sometimes so far apart,
yet they are never far from my heart.
Venus used to be my savior,
now she has become my slayer,
and I was dead before the last word you said,
you needn't have finished the sentence,
as my sentence was already revealed,
and it was a wonder my blood hath not congealed.
It continues to flow,
as the Moon moves it so,
and Venus continues to cut,
and never has she let up.
Have I deceived the Morning Star?
Shall I call upon Izar,
to heal my heart,
as it heals the limbs of beasts?
For she no longer serves me,
and yet I serve her thus,
and continue to bear her awful thrusts,
that delve so deep into my heart,
and all the threads, she cuts apart.
The Moon, The Moon,
at her I croon,
and beg her to move the tides of Venus' mind,
my ruler has been unkind,
so if you see her thus, please moon,
tell her not to be so cruel,
for you know it's me she rules,
and I will serve her no matter what,
This is my ultimate love. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/23/2009 11:08:37 PM | Luninous tear drop
Hanging from the sky
No amor to wrap silken
Whispered beams upon
Lovers call inspired
by her requiem solo
As Apollo dies each night
she does wax and wane spinning
in the reflection of his last light
Each fortnight the midnight
Sky is dry, the tear does hide
behind her mourning shroud
Succumbed to grief in absence
of his light In fresh wellsprings
of misery She does delight
Shining brightest when reflected
upon.... | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/24/2009 2:34:56 PM | | I loved both of the above poems. Jesse why is Venus so cruel? Inicia if that doesn't inspire me to write nothing will. Thank you. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/24/2009 10:14:02 PM | thanks autumn
i want to see the moon
but instead I hide behind
these dark windows
afraid to step out into
the cold night chilled
to my soul
I hold to the lie that
she is hanging out
there waiting for me
but I know she holds
her reflection tight
this opaque eve | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/24/2009 10:42:21 PM | where is the moon tonight?
nowhere to be found
behind the clouds...not visible
naked vision falls to the ground
blades if grass growing in countless directions
the dew has settled on the cars
the moon works it's magic, still
when we cannot see the stars | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/24/2009 11:35:27 PM | | One side shows up as bronzy this night. The crescent is just above the south horizon. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/25/2009 11:59:44 AM | | Ah Ash I have missed you!! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/25/2009 8:47:11 PM | I saw the moon tonight,
as the sun shed it's last light,
no cloud to mar my view,
the sky was still bright and blue.
The Devil's mountain loomed in the distance,
upon it's foothills, did I glimpse it,
and the moon shone bright, in the light of day,
I could not find the words to say,
The sun was setting fast now,
so on my beast, did I mount,
and quickly start my journey down,
praying I don't fall and break my crown;
many scrapes did I take,
with no fear of rattlesnakes,
nor the mountain cat who may give chase,
I have looked into it's face,
we both know our place,
and our flesh, we do not wish to taste,
so no time do we waste,
we just go on our own way;
Faster, faster, down wee go,
never a thought of going slow,
we race the sun and we hath won,
a journey which none will ever know;
The light doth fade,
yet the path we make,
still remains illuminate,
just in time,
as the sun now hides,
and in the sky,
the Moon with Venus in tow.
Welcome to Mt. Diablo!!! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/26/2009 8:49:22 AM | Last night as I put my little one to bed
We prepared with the blanky
Dolly in tow
Sat on the couch with her heart pillow
I cracked a book
I read it softly
It is Called Goodnight Moon
I looked on to watch her eyes swoon
We said good night to the mittens
the spoon and kittens
goodnight to the mouse
and the doll house
As we walked off to bed
She stopped opened the sliding patio door
And said Goodnight Moon
I love hearing her say I love you Daddy
Yet that was the cutest thing she has ever said
(Goodnight moon by Margaret Wise Brown) | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/26/2009 10:33:08 PM | Mo it gets confusing when the moon rises in the morning sky before I get up. I'm hoping for a wonderful harvest moon rising over the corn fields on a windy night.
I suppose Jesse you can only ask and see what happens? Wishes and dreams a puff of smoke up the chimney on a cold winter night. Forgive yourself and the rest will follow.
Mr. Shankly "Goodnight Moon" I spent many a night with as each of my children hit that age and in fact remember taking the babies around waving at each picture on the wall and the Christmas Tree. I think it was a wonderful calming down book for the tiny ones.
I didn't see it as it pierced the night
a fireball which travelled
from Ontario to Rhode Island
He came in all out of breath
when I was told that the most amazing thing just happened
to have the night turn to day in a fleeting moment
to see a blinding light with a green tail
sail over your house
like it was an every day event
before it disappeared a crackle, rumble could be heard
without a doubt
the moon on her daytime trek
dimmed the night for this miraculous audition. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/27/2009 6:00:44 PM | The Moon is the mother
radiant is she
Sweet surrander that pulls at the see
To show so much and say so little
In the night she can blind us
or make us quever
The moon what a love so patent so kind
sweet moon the mistress of stars that pine
Loveing a carress can pull us all near
The moon
What moon
My moon
is near.... | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/28/2009 11:11:44 AM | | That was lovely Wasabi73 and thank you. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 9/29/2009 8:09:34 PM | Many a night I’ve stood on the moon
Feeling just right in that sassy stance
Wishing romance was a sparkle of light
That gelds right through the heart in the night
I wonder why the world seems small
Concrete ruins of a mall
I don’t feel very tall
Standing on the moon
I use to wear those silver shoes
Didn’t much like the smell of booze
Most of the time I’m the girl in red
With childish glee of thwarting bed
Standing on the moon hands on my hips
Defying gravity
A bird on a wire. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 10/5/2009 9:39:20 PM | Full, rivaling the sun, for rule of the day,
the moon is aloft, high in the sky,
and the hawk flies by,
with something to say,
"why is the moon out and full,
when the day is bright,
and light doth rule?
Tis the sun's time to shine,
and there is no better light, that you can find.
The moon is sweet, but it must retreat,
and when the sun doth fall,
it shall earn it's keep.
For moonlight is a special sight,
but in the day it has no place,
it's presence is a certain waste".
The hawk sayeth to me,
" Do you not see,
the combined beauty of the the trinity?
Sun, Moon, and Blue Sky,
all are high for you to see,
there is a special meaning to the three.
The meaning shall be known to thee,
for when you close your eyes to sleep,
you'll begin to understand within your dream,
it's all part of a prophecy".
I now take my rest. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 10/5/2009 11:09:29 PM | Every thing is a work in progress dear
this was seen and said from a ridge
some say it is not an object
apart
someone
no made that correct
somebody
etched this
with the lightest copper rain
and stained it out
on the dew drop range full
of thick waisted ponderosa
pinus contorta
contortiana
the outside part of them punky
it was no longer an the same slender object
as it classified itself above Mount Peter and Mount Paul(ine)
the bighorn flourish in it
on the way back
the long hair gave carrots
contorted
due to lack of thinning
la luna huana
in Cerro Pasco
this was the coppery strain lifted above
los cordilleras negros
the black folding figurines
folding in and upon themselves
gigante
the fish are waiting with mouths open
black and gold in a pet store
the coppery stain/strain evades
these for lamparas
and this is light for now
to show the way for used souls to exit
via the south gate
of antarctica
this moving luminosity
proposed to ascend in winter
to descend in summer
aka our place in the shucking mud
so that souls and other tatter sticks can find their way out
during the long boreal night | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 10/5/2009 11:54:53 PM | Fabuloso...
it does hang
When progressing
Trulio............
Exiting or
Entering
My soul
Hungers for
The moon
you painted
in
That Night
Sky | |
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