| The Moon
Posted: 1/16/2009 4:42:51 AM | brought here from 6 lines....
there is a stillness this morning
snow stopped falling and settled peacefully
now rising over the horizon on her journey
the sun's golden rays light the white
while the moon's gaze is still upon us
perhaps they greet and pass the torch to end her night watch | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/16/2009 9:26:21 AM | stella Luna can't ride in cars
nor does she feel the need
just like a satellite of Mars
Europa,Beteluguisse,or Ganymede
they all have such heavenly bodies
but they don't mean much to anyone
drinking their hot toddies
til they melt within the sun | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 1/16/2009 10:40:48 AM | Ganymede rides on the tail of Jupiter
A moon which could have been a planet
But chose instead to orbit Galileo’s prophecies
On a dark night you can watch the race
As four of the seven walk hand in hand
As children of the universe
Under the watchful eye of their mighty father
They dance and sparkle under the naked eye
One night in the country when the night sky
Was not washed out by cities glare
We took turns looking through the telescope
Seeing Jupiter and his moons. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/9/2009 10:51:51 PM | The Mad Scientist and the Moonstruck Moonchild
Clear, precise, edges, clusters of craters, shadows ripe
cylindrical dimensions, measurement
cold painted hieroglyphics
finely crafted piece of photography
an uncut diamond in the sky
astronomy, telescope, camera, t-ring
shutter release, precision in seconds, window open.
headlights off
naked to the unskilled eye
science without a god
rock and dust
the big bang
fade to black
Click
Mysterious, purple cloudy sea of gently rolling mist
full moon hazy contours out of sync but not out of chivalry
rolling on a bed of blue, a long passionate kiss
subtle contrast, nature personified
painting words into feelings
a breathless moment to watch the sky through a moving cloud
lady moon wearing gauzy diaphanous gown
waiting for her lover
as she shuns Orion’s sword
flirting with his proximity
hold your breath, heaven, painters, lovers
coquettish bride, tulle, dream weavers
knocking on creativities door
awe inspiring force of indescribable power
and shivers that run down your spine
as you draw the cloak tighter around your shoulders
seeking no answers, admiration a quiet sigh
Click | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/9/2009 11:21:26 PM |
Such visions you conjure
Serene in our dream
Our lips mind us in whispers
Glistening moon sight
Awaken from slumber
Night’s armor you’re under
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/10/2009 11:51:02 AM | | Thanks seahorsey a new twist on the moon being - "Night's Armor" the protector instead of the little imp that sets our minds on fire. Thank you for posting. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/10/2009 12:01:08 PM | thought to bring these here....inspired by the full moon....both written yesterday,
the first a last line/first line, so the first line is not mine....
an honesty in notes life understands
played in chords so harmonic
the voice of angels, as some have called it,
visions in our eyes and hearts
touching so deeply
words have left me.....
the view last night was one of these
driving home facing west just after sunset
a full moon gloriously beautiful
shining high in the sky incredibly bright
illuminating the clouds surrounding her....
a spectacular painting in the sky
with black and shades of grey
lit up by this bright white moonlight....
and as happens so often
a rise in energy and sacred feeling filled me
as the miracle and beauty of this planet hit me
especially when I see
the rise and set of the moon and sun
o~o~o~o~o~o~o
'moon tanka'
our sky the canvas
painted last night divinely
a moonlit woman
full and round illuminating
cloudy ladies in waiting | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/10/2009 7:50:19 PM | | Thank you WeAre1. We didn't get a clear night on the full moon but I did get some cool pics of the moon sailing through the clouds. I understand your feelings with the moon. I am very much like that too. *smile* | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/10/2009 8:19:39 PM | Autumn..I hope you don't mind something written a few years back
The Push of The Sun The Pull of the Moon
A sky of molten motion, the clouds have chosen sides
The Sun a smoking kiss, the Moon cold and wise
With hands upon the cloth of day and strings to tie the night
They chase the scent of something new,to give and take the light
To watch them in their journey then misunderstand their worth,
You call it dirt and gravel not the bones of rock and earth.
We see around the story, then think we hum the tune
While the cycles of creation take their cue from Sun and Moon | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/10/2009 8:36:22 PM | | Of course I don't mind transcend. It has always been one of my favourite moments in life to do nothing but empty my mind and gaze at the moon. Your last line tells the true story "the cycles of creation take their cue from sun and moon" | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/12/2009 3:55:39 PM | li po, obvuiously
one of my favorite
chinese poets,
loved the moon
and the lake
near his hut.
one night
li po took his writing brush,
a roll of paper,
his frail rod of dry ink
to scrape into a simple cup
and wet with water
from the lake,
and a tankard
of fragrant wine.
he pushed the boat
into the water
and paddled away
from the shore.
he settled back
wrote his poems
and drank contentedly.
the moon was lovely
in an ink black sky
and the wine
had eased his soul.
li po wrote poetry
to the moon, the sky
and the great lake.
and then
li po
glanced at the moon
with the love
for an old friend
and, on the still surface
of the lake
the poet saw a reflection
of the moon.
with poetry in his heart
and wine in his belly
he leaped into the lake
to hug the moon.
the old poet
drowned. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/12/2009 5:48:16 PM | Thank you for introducing a new poet to me and yes it made me do some research on who Li po was. He did love to write about the moon.
With the Moon and His Shadow
With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me;
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
And see, there goes my shadow before me.
Ho! We're a party of three, I say,—
Though the poor moon can't drink,
And my shadow but dances around me,
We're all friends to-night,
The drinker, the moon and the shadow.
Let our revelry be suited to the spring!
I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky.
I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about.
While we're awake, let us join in carousal;
Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us.
Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know,
And often hail each other at evening
Far across the vast and vaporous space! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/12/2009 7:25:36 PM | lovely poem autumn ..... thank you.
the moon is
a glass of white wine
raised
with a loving hand
to the possibility
of a full life.
on the sweet earth,
we gather
in the bed
of the sky
and we drink
the nectars
of love
and feel the sweet hair
of love
on our tongues
the moon
of deep romance
has substance
as does
physical love. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/12/2009 7:32:50 PM | Just to keep the record straight the poem I posted was by Li po. He is an interesting writer - I was reading up on his history.
Was that poem above yours or Li po's? It was very beautiful. Thank you.
His Dream of the Skyland: A Farewell Poem
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss,
It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves.
But the Sky-land of the south, the Yueh-landers say,
May be seen through cracks of the glimmering cloud.
This land of the sky stretches across the measures of heaven;
It rises above the Five Mountains and towers over the Scarlet Castle,
While, as if staggering before it, the Tien-tai Peak
Of many thousand feet leans toward the south and east.
So, longing to dream of the southlands of Wu and Yueh,
I flew across the Mirror Lake one night under the moon.
The moon in the lake followed my flight,
Followed me to the town of Yen-chi.
Here still stands the mansion of Prince Hsieh.
I saw the green waters curl and heard the monkeys' shrill cries.
I climbed, putting on the clogs of the prince,
Skyward on a ladder of clouds,
And, half-way up, from the sky-wall I saw the morning sun,
And heard heaven's cock crowing in the mid-air.
Now among a thousand precipices my way wound round and round;
Flowers choked the path; I leaned against a rock; I swooned.
Roaring bears and howling dragons roused me—
Oh, the clamorous waters of the rapids!
I trembled in the deep forest, and shuddered at the overhanging crags,
one heaped upon another.
Clouds on clouds gathered above, threatening rain;
The waters gushed below, breaking into mist.
A peal of blasting thunder!
The mountains crumbled.
The stone gate of the hollow heaven
Opened wide, revealing
A vasty realm of azure without bottom,
Sun and moon shining together on gold and silver palaces.
Clad in rainbow and riding on the wind,
The ladies of the air descended like flower flakes;
The faery lords trooping in, were thick as hemp-stalks in the fields.
Phoenix birds circled their cars, and panthers played on harps.
Bewilderment filled me, and terror seized on my heart.
I lifted myself in amazement, and alas!
I woke and found my bed and pillow—
Gone was the radiant world of gossamer.
So with all pleasures of life.
All things pass with the east-flowing water.
I leave you and go—when shall I return?
Let the white roe feed at will among the green crags,
Let me ride and visit the lovely mountains!
How can I stoop obsequiously and serve the mighty ones!
It stifles my soul.
Adapted from The Works of Li Po, the Chinese Poet, done into English verse by Shigeyoshi Obata.
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/15/2009 9:23:29 AM | what can be said about the moon?
for all the love and craziness it inspires
it's magic as couples swoon
and all the gaudy celebration transpires
what is it that can be said about rocky luna
can be told about mankinds relation
life ,love ,happiness,death and tides
that causes such heartache and elation
up in the black velvet sky it rides ©2009the mission | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/15/2009 9:32:37 AM |
In tea plantations brown
girls pull the very tips from the
life-giving plant, fingers stained
up and down the mountainside
sweaty-browed and tired now as the
afternoon recedes like a
tide over the rim of
mountains holding back the
full moon
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/15/2009 10:31:14 AM | i woke in this morning's darkness
wrapped in warmth
and smiling as i acknowledge
the cool of my cheeks.
the taoists sing of in and out, of light and dark
of coolness and warmth, of female and male.
the taoists sing of doing nothing,
that most of what i do is noise.
the half moon, this morning,
low in the south sky,
walking silently past me
was veined with the limbs of hemlock and doug fir.
my cheeks and my skin
show the easy streams of the years.
so many times watching the moon
slip on black water
past these islands
towards the possibilities
of tomorrow. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/15/2009 10:20:31 PM | | It's nice to see you back fissionmission but why the copywrite sign? Anything posted under your name is automatically copywrited by you. Thank you for leaving a new poem. Walstib69 that was a lovely poem and thank you for bringing it in here. Lipotufu I liked this poem for it's simplicity - it always feels like you are telling a story. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/17/2009 10:56:03 PM | I found a moon on my doorstep
The darkness just beginning to break into light
Shutters closed and sleeping
And yet
The moon-glow lingered on
Shining ever so brightly in the sky
A reflection off shiny metal
The brass door knocker shimmering in diamonds
The ruby lampposts danced in appropriate decorum
Not afraid to greet the birth of the morning flower
At first the sky had yet to shed its sapphire blanket
That covered the sleeping still
But as the moon dimmed in the sky
A candle was blown out
A new feeling began in that very instant
The sun and moon greeted one another
Over that first sip of coffee
Respecting the gold and silver in each
They kissed unadorned and not ashamed
Their window opened
And I wiping the sleep from my eyes, had witnessed a miracle being born
In the fleeting imagery of imagination. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/17/2009 11:31:45 PM | If I could whisper just once
I would tell you the secrets of the moon
We would dance in it's dimness
Exploring creations in shadows
Orange and gold bliss
In the hush during dusk
~Blue | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/18/2009 6:29:11 AM | her crescent shines
opaquely
thru the clouds
i am not drawn
to her light
but to her
dark
calmness
the unknown | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/18/2009 3:30:48 PM | i reflect her possibilites
i am dark and light
the shadows move
slowly, silently across me
followed by light,
over and over again
across the years.
am i as beautiful as she is?
yes, if i allow
the dance of dark and light
like she does | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/18/2009 8:04:43 PM | Blue it is so nice to see you posting again - welcome back. Thank you Rose and Lipotufu and everyone for adding dimension to this thread.
Something spiritual exists
Inside illuminations crease
Oh what thoughts must have been born!
Gazing up into the night’s eye
On evenings of ceremonial feast
In forests thick
The voice of a dream
Soft and sultry the gardenia rises
A golden ring as streamers sweep
Gentle maiden of the moon
Cast your spell or lovers weep. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/19/2009 7:45:20 AM | cast your spell to make them weep
in the shadows so dark and deep
into your life it will creep
from the cliffs so stark and steep
embraced for the drop two lovers leap
still the secrets it will keep
as the duo forever fall
the moon the moon sees all | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 2/19/2009 7:59:50 AM | She is standing behind your curtain
She wishes you a rewarding voyage
Through Life.
She nourishes your dreams
And holds your hand
When you stumble
As your mother would do | |
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