| The Moon
Posted: 9/22/2008 10:44:01 PM | Oh, I can't believe I've missed this thread until now! The moon.... the perfect muse.
in utter stillness of a winter night
the midnight hour has long since past
i huddle in layered clothing
shivering in the dark
waiting
then a sliver of brilliance
and you rise slowly behind
the skeletal trees
illuminating everything
making all the hushed world
come alive with sparkling frost
but in the cold, cold night
only you and i are about
this is ours alone
perfect silence and frozen beauty
simple moments made holy
in my memory | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 10/11/2008 7:17:06 PM | two on a bench
sitting passively
arms around each other
heads tilted up the sky
they live, they love,they share their happiness
with the moon as a silent witness | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/20/2008 9:53:16 PM | | I didn't think this thread would carry on if I left but thanks to fissionmission and many others my favourite subject kept shining on. Some wonderful poems, thank you. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/20/2008 11:50:59 PM | the lonely moon across the heavens did stride
all torn up in the atmosphere looking for his bride
He came upon the brightest star
and along the two did ride
never had they come so far
the lonely moon and his bride | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/25/2008 6:03:55 PM | - THE JULE MOON -
The moon in December is shiney and blue
The solstice moon always so strong and so true
A new year is ready to spring forth and bring
The promise of growth to make one's heart sing!
- Erik -
Happy Holidays Autumn! - Erik -  | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/25/2008 6:17:21 PM | I may have posted this before, but this is one of my old moon poems. Actually, it's comparing the moon to the host in the Eucharist, the eating of it, and the delirium that follows...or something like that.
DELIRIUM
Mystic moon, silver host
Shimmering on the sea
Lure me to innermost
Tangled complicity.
Hold me in your knowing,
Redeem me through your art,
Fill to overflowing
The motive in my heart…
Savoring sensations,
Spell of an endless dome,
Twinkling evocations:
Imagination’s home.
Arbiter of distance,
Magician in the mind
Summon from existence
Mere consciousness in time.
Timeless aberration,
Abstract affinity,
Seamless correlation
Exuberant to be.
Glory be earth’s delight,
Blessed the primal spark
Wild for the skyward flight,
Aria of the lark…
Stream through the dogged urge
Like truths as welcomed guests,
Burn in the stricken words
Defenselessly expressed,
Cleanse the inherent wrath,
Release a valiant trust,
Light an immortal path
Through streets of bones and dust….
Demon of indifference,
Intimate irony
Fixed upon your essence
Pure possibility
Ushering in the fear
Crowding a lonely thought:
No image will appear
To justify your plot.
Sting of the perfect hate,
Emasculate despair,
A fragment of your fate
In awe of what you bear:
Death and grief, time’s bequeath,
Beauty’s resonant cry
For the love dared beneath
A blazing golden eye….
Empire of survival
History’s episode
Lost in your arrival
Deciphering your code.
Cradle of departing,
Ghost in the silent tomb
Patiently imparting
Hope for the weaver’s loom.
Soul of the all within,
Delicate mutation
Straining to shed its skin,
Bloom in clear relation.
When...how...where will it cease,
Flavor its final crumb
With its own unending peace
For its own delirium | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/25/2008 10:36:40 PM | | Thank you Erik for your warm wishes and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Thank you heartune I haven't read that one before and an interesting concept of comparison. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 12/25/2008 10:44:43 PM | Thanks. That poem got me through the semifinals of a "slam" once. LOL
Every once in awhile I get astounded again by something like the moon. How could such a perfect metaphor for so many things in our human experience so neatly exist like that? Do we just perceptually adjust to it so that it seems that way, or is it just some utterly uncanny coincidence?
Some nice poems here that I enjoyed. :) | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/10/2009 7:26:54 AM | A good friend said once to me
Let me see the world through your eyes
I laughed for she was in daylight
I was surrounded by night
Both enchanted by a full moon
She’s in the coldest winter
I’m in the extremity of summer
It’s almost another full moon
Never blue for I get to talk to her most days/nights
You can capture that perfect orb in daylight
Logic is understanding there is no season
For a reason
Must be almost autumn
I hope my friend sends me some spring
Nevermind we can open a bottle
Under any moon *wink* | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/10/2009 12:52:07 PM | | I think tonight's full moon is supposed to be the biggest appearing one this year. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/10/2009 6:02:21 PM | brought over from annie's tanka thread...
rising of the moon
her brilliance kisses the night
light for those who seek
her compassion and wisdom
a beacon forevermore
as he slowly fades
in hues of orange and purple
into the twilight
silhouetted oaks twisting
mightily into the night
thx grizzzz...
last night there was a cartoon moon
the face so real,thought he would swoon
he drifted cross the star lit sky
the glowing orb,i watched it fly
there was a ring,with purple hue
the beauty made me think of you
viewing him i saw a blink
i looked again and saw him wink
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/11/2009 7:30:34 AM |
as he slowly fades
in hues of orange and purple
into the twilight
silhouetted oaks twisting
]mightily into the night
That was beautiful Rose! I wish we could see the moon last night it was high above the clouds and snow!
Oh AD Autumn is around the corner and spring just a dream but the moon we can share! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/11/2009 8:05:59 PM | Maybe it was highway hypnosis,
hear it can lead to gnosis.
Perhaps it was the reflection
of God's eye in a spoon.
Everything was crystalized,
so much was coated with ice.
logic offers no explanation,
just blame it on the moon. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/11/2009 9:07:49 PM | Perfect time for a 'moon' poem.....That ol' guy is bright as all get out right now.....Spectacular through the telescope....Damn cold though, brrrr.
Its cold up here
260,000 miles away
Alone, frozen
Far above the
Stratosphere
Part of some
Milky Way
The earth my
Only friend
Despite
My celestial skin
Dust fine as time
Mountains
Valleys
Seas of a different kind
& this i'll do for you
With this ol' aging face
Through shades of gray
& black empty space
I'll send
A single sign
Through
Darkest Night &
Dyre gloom
A white light so bright
Somehow strangely blue
There & then
From the other side
My face will shine
Shine
The sun......upon you | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/11/2009 9:12:17 PM | see..there you go again phish..
this time
a journey up to the moon
cold, sterile
'thru shades of gray and black empty space'
WOW
and then
and then
you leave me feeling all warm!!!
i do so love you stuff...rosie
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 4:58:56 AM | I also love the way you become what you write of, phish..well done!
These two were written a few months ago, the second one edited today....
bluest depth of sky
midnight blues erupt
into dawn's first light
and rising from the grey blue
comes a pale blue touched by the sun
as it rises higher the clouds depart
to reveal the deepest clearest blue
not a cloud in sight
beware the sunlight for it is bright
the afternoon passes as dusk approaches
the blue deepens in hue
and as sunset comes through
with rich shades of crimson
violet hour appears
and as evening comes
slowly the sparkle of stars come out
and with the moon guide the night
our sky is a magical screen of light
..............
lives are rearranged
when the tide is high
a full moon in the sky
energy flies so strongly
when the tide is low
sometimes sorrow can be felt
lovers' whispers start to melt
serenity enters gracefully | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 12:34:36 PM | Wolf Moon
hid amid clouds
last night
leaving little
room for
visual swoon
Yet my hands
grew claws
my dreams
gnawed at me
inside four walls
My destiny called
me unto nightmarish
folly...
while I devoured
you in my naughty
visual dreams
Nothin's as it seems
beneath the
Wolf Moon!
brought over from "infinite memories"  A. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 6:28:37 PM | she waxes and she wanes
Empty,then full again
An eye that opens,winks or blinks
What does she see? What does she think?
Offering light
this endless night in the forest
As she conducts
the sky's ethereal chorus | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 8:46:57 PM | Yukiko I loved this line…
"Perhaps it was the reflection
of God's eye in a spoon."
Phish….what is the moon’s glow but the sun lighting the drama in the sky.
"From the other side
My face will shine
Shine
The sun......upon you"
Weare1…sometimes it does look like a screen in the sky
"and with the moon guide the night
our sky is a magical screen of light"
Hummingbird this is haunting…
"Nothin's as it seems
beneath the
Wolf Moon!"
Yukiko….and what a chorus it is!
As she conducts
the sky's ethereal chorus
Nice tributes to our lady or man in the moon!! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 9:16:57 PM | she rises blood orange
in the eastern sky
smiling coyly
she looks down upon us
as she has for millenniums
quietly
emanating her wisdom
for those who seek | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/12/2009 11:32:12 PM | ahhh rosie, we were watching her tonite at almost the exact same time!!!!! only here on the east coast it was:
Giant Pearl of the night
luminous
above skin of the earth
shimmering
dreamer of our dreams
rising up
speaks to us
sings to us
eclipsing eternity | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/13/2009 3:20:14 AM | giant pearl indeed
viewing her high above me
her aura so crystal clear
in the frozen winter night air
showing us her eternal beauty
lit so brightly from within
perfect internal and external reflection
and to her light I raised my sight
drawn uncontrollably I was last night | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/13/2009 9:19:13 AM | sometimes when poised just right
it seems just like a beacon
but it only is reflecting sunlight
who knows maybe we can
see the craters in ourselves, imperfect like the moon
yet we are still here or there
and acting like a bella lune | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/13/2009 5:05:25 PM | I love to see the inspiration flowing freely in this thread.
Fishy on a mission I loved this concept. Thank you
“see the craters in ourselves, imperfect like the moon”
Silverswan I cannot just pick out one line of your poem – the whole poem speaks to me!
Welcome back.
Rose that was lovely – “smiling coyly indeed.”
Weare1 I too am drawn to the moon and have been my whole life. As I child I would gaze lovingly at it as if it held my spirit. Thank you | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/13/2009 6:22:23 PM | Hmm...
The Moon
in muted stance downward stares
at the mutating virus of man there
uses her mass to make the tides
that carry man from side to side
What is it in each man that we
stand outside the moon to see
and while she looks with silent scowl
and laughs not at our empassioned howl
and whilst man tries to spy her form
she holds her ever silent scorn
she waxes and wanes, and patient waits
for unknown things on unknown dates
for while man plots and plans his wiles
she stares right back and gently smiles
for ever man attempts mastery
she's seen it all before you see | |
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