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| The Moon
Posted: 6/16/2008 7:18:39 PM | Being born under the sign of Cancer and always a moonchild at heart I would like to read more of what you have on the moon. Perhaps a good start would be to post the one I loved that Brawny just posted. Everyone welcome!
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.
Among the long, black rafters
The wavering shadows lay,
And the current that came from the ocean
Seemed to lift and bear them away;
As, sweeping and eddying through them,
Rose the belated tide,
And, streaming into the moonlight,
The seaweed floated wide.
And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,
A flood of thoughts came o'er me
That filled my eyes with tears.
How often, oh, how often,
In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and sky!
How often, oh, how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its bosom
O'er the ocean wild and wide!
For my heart was hot and restless,
And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.
But now it has fallen from me,
It is buried in the sea;
And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.
Yet whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
Longfellow | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/16/2008 7:47:11 PM | follow the moonbeams....
the moon will bring me to you
riding her smiling light, I'll know you
in that moment of glistening silver
she beckons us to our mortal quiver
while loveglow shines upon your face
your soft delight is mine to know
in this warm and sacred space
as I touch you softly so
and place my lips there
taste you everywhere
your sweetest touch and lovers grace
scatters the moonbeams behind my eyes
in her pale peace foundation lies
there in your arms and starlit skies
that shines upon your precious intention
bathes me in your night's reflection
shadow me in your secrets warm
cradle me into dreams yet borne
as silently the sunlight creeps
and dew drops her morning weep
she'll bless me with someone
who will ride the moon
she'll bless me with love
bless me with you | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/16/2008 8:23:14 PM | Tropical Girl that was beautiful. I think we have all written about the moon. This one when I was only 17.
The Moon
Wrapped in a blanket of freedom
You stand your vigilance
Above the earth
Controlling destinies
But only I can see your beauty
For they know not of your powers.
Hiding from the sun
You ride the waves of emptiness
Lost in forgotten dreams of wealth
They may reach you
But still you dwell above them
For you know the paths to follow
And they fear their existence.
To some you are a smiling glow of comfort
Guiding flowing dreams
Unto the sea
And to others
You are an unconquered ego
Submerged beneath the surface
Waiting for a chance to appear.
But to me
You are a treasure of the mind
Locked behind closed lids
Lighting the way to thought
And when the lids are open
The answers
Shall shine clearly from within. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/16/2008 8:30:42 PM | Many nights were spent in the desert sand
staring up at the moon, and the stars
there were many nights that they were the only peace
that we would feel
must have smoked five cigarrettes in a row just sitting out in the
middle of the night
watching stars fall
tracing the ones that I would see
as I pulled in the driveway back home
wondering what was going to happen next
waiting to spend the night under the sky
next to someone out there
even the nights were a hundred degrees
waiting for a spaceship or bomb
to open the night wide open
well it didn't happen so
if ya have a free night to spend
under the moon
let me know | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/16/2008 9:24:33 PM | eyes??? SA or where?
wherever, I saw it thru your eyes..I liked that..
great writes everyone..great thread AF! Maybe I can find some words after the full moon over the ocean waves next week...sighsss...are we there yet LOL? | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 8:59:38 AM | Moon cast
a pool of silken honey glazed light
upon the sky in heavenly flight
a mirror of the sun’s display
in pitch amongst the stars you play
take me swiftly to your side
in nights caress the pull of the tide
in the sheltering arms of a moon cast spell
to meld with your essence there to dwell
upon my soul your gleam steals a trace
illuminating my world in visions of lace
with my eyes to your glory entranced
I bid your embrace bequeathed to this dance
a movement of the ages a waltz in the past
blessed of radiance mighty crown of the sky
in humble reverence I sway in moon drenched sighs | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 2:34:50 PM | Eyes that was wonderful and for the life of me I am not sure why you don't have someone sitting under the moon with you. What is wrong with the younger women out here? Hi Drea who loves the moon. Sunoir I loved the images you created. I can not only see it but also feel it inside. Thank you
illuminating my world in visions of lace
with my eyes to your glory entranced | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 3:04:20 PM | Autumn, I am loving what I see here...Everything I read is beautiful. Thank you everyone, but mostly Thank You Autumn for starting it...
There was a lunar eclipse not that long ago
and how excited I was, wanted so badly to share
it with someone special. Someone who would stand
with me and watch it turn red in the night sky.
but at that time there was no one so I stepped out
with a glass of wine and looked up, there it hung in bloody glory
The moon she looked Sci-fi and I
wished I could turn and say, "Remember this?"
instead I looked up and thought "I will remember this"
because I don’t know when I’ll see a moon quite this way again
for she waxes and wanes differently, never the same
and when you come and when you finally look up
when you realize that you feel the same as me
that’s when I’ll know its the same moon you’ve seen | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 3:49:48 PM | a hermit's brief recollection of the blue moon
once every million or so breaths
heartbeats? seldom
I love waxing upon the moon
don't you?
slaving my sloth down in the keys
long haired blonde bandana'd beauty
a greatful dead freak
we were camping...
lost all track of reality
when the blue moon started rising
Ironically, her name really was Connie
two weeks and I taught her all the stars that I knew
I may have even made up a name for a new constellation or two
and from the moonlit saltwater lagune
up crawled rickie raccoon
now rickie was an entertainment
until he decided that he would have a picnic
decided that the blue moon meant that he could raid the cooler
so, I put my hottest wing pepper on a potato
rickie stood up and stared at the blue moon
I don't know where he ran to
he just stood up and jumped off the table
now back to the blue moon deadhead girl
that was a long time ago
I guess that I still love her
or I wouldn't be describing the blue moon
ah..... no doubt, just a memory for me, too
and also a blue colored lense of the moonrise's future
no need for a memory filter
I still have mine | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 5:50:47 PM | Tropical you are very welcome and thank you for suggesting it. I see that you also are inspired by the moon. Brawny do you know what a blue moon is? *grin* You are so full of stories and poems these days it's great to see. This one was posted for Wooby but fits in here nicely.
On the eve of a full moon
Full moon mama
Carrying her bucket
Of immeasurable stars
O’er her back
On a cold winter’s night
She’s dancing all over
In her lace petticoat
Bare feet tapping
A spin of the beat
Her tail just a tentacle
Of wandering shine
Full moon mama
Birthin in candlelight
When it is her time. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 6:14:22 PM | Gazing
Brings forth
Suggestion
Of sight in
Retrospection
Never dance
With a blue moon
Hindsight is when
The silver threads wane  | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 7:30:15 PM | | AD I bet the full moon over Australia is to die for! | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 7:55:24 PM | oh square life
where is my moon | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 9:33:37 PM | evening twilight
tomorrow
i wait
for that
moment...
sun sets
moon rise...
silently
times stops...
solstice meets full moon
(almost!)
heart skips beat
magic | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/17/2008 9:39:00 PM | Where is your moon ohmair?
Hiding in the forest of your innermost thoughts
Sailing the waves of a serpentine dream
Dusting the meadows of forgotten fields
Dancing in the sky on a heavenly kite
Of streamers around the May pole of vivid memories
A friend who looks in on you while you sleep
The mortar of sculptors chiseled into a perfect orb
She carried the sunshine on her back
This lady of the night
With Marilyn Munro eyes and
Norma Jeans sighs weaving her
Gossamer threads
Many miles before you sleep
Her lantern leads you down paths revisited. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 3:59:28 AM | where is anyones moon
but behind the eyes of a child
for the squares of life corner love
they are apt to fall like tears | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 5:06:31 AM | AF...I'm happy to announce...nah nothing romantic don't really need it when the skies open to heaven giving me incredible inspiration in the art that I am attempting to do...anyway my new home is full of glorious sunrises and sunsets...where luxury is having a bath under the stars...bring another bottle of champagne for me please
I love this new thread...and have googled moonshine...I'll have to get the next courier to fill up his truck with sugar for me...honestly dear water is precious...and how rare do you think finding alcohol is in the desert?
SAD MOON
So full of haunting echoes
Fulfilling the heart of loneliness
How that moon shines so bright
Glowing in it’s bewitching
Hallucination of shaded sunshine
Closing the curtains gives no relief
The sorrow is in my soul
Going to sleep without you
Awaiting the night without a moon
Releasing my shadows to dream
HAPPY MOON
A world away in your daylight
And in my full moon you
Sheltered me in lively banter
That neither aware of
Day or night becoming
Flattering me into play
I still look at the moon wistfully and
Weaving the golden threads so that
One day being a swing we share
Darling, please get off your star | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 10:26:02 AM | shining
she radiates
vivacious energy
mystical shadows
am overwhelmed by her beauty
i weep | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 10:55:40 AM |
Brawny do you know what a blue moon is? *grin*
Lol.. yes, darlin.. I know what a blue moon is. Connie was the blue moon of that write. She was a true rarity. And the raccoon part was true, too. I cut that potatoe in half and doused it in "everglades heat" seasoning.. Rickie was on his second bite when he stood straight up and stared at connie.. then he screamed as he bolted to find some fresh water. 
It was one of those trips that just stay in your memory.. a blue moon ordeal and girl. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 11:28:33 AM | Moon stories huh?.....k.....*grins*
It was way after midnight, barely remember the year
we where just two shadows spilled upon the night's mirror
cheap bottle of wine, well, maybe three
barefoot in a park just my baby and me
Singing to the stars in tune with their pulse
cheek to cheek in slow movement a blue moon waltz
up on a picnic table hip to hip
whispering forever in-between each sip
We took our show on the road and strolled down main
arm in arm as the white wined drained
window shopping picking rings and gowns
fools on a quest for that perfect sound
We found it by the water and dove straight in
the rest is censored, just imagine *grin*
we where collecting ourselves putting clothes back in places
when a flashlight glow spilled upon both our faces
Yup, one of those moments caught in the raw
I just put my hands up and let my shorts fall
the security guard said "what are you doing this is a public place"
we just looked at each other, stupid grins on our face
I said it's the blue moon got us all atwitter
thats when she looked at me her eyes all a glitter
I knew and I smiled and we both turned around
bent right over with our hands to the ground
We laughed like idiots and took off running
our own moons flashing in this moment of summer
naked as jaybirds we disappeared in the night
and I'm smiling right now at what beheld the guards sight
Adam and Eve g-strings made of leaves
hiding behind buildings, tree to tree
made it home before day break, whistling a tune
thus concludes my recollection
Of three blue moons.
..T.. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 6:18:48 PM |   Loved that one Truth!
For all you moonlovers, as I am as well, Autumn and anyone that would like to read
check out this site...it is June 18th...The Full Moon Illusion...
http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2008/16jun_moonillusion.htm?list66092
enjoy...!  | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 7:05:32 PM | “Behind the eyes of a child”
Behind the eyes of a child
They are apt to fall like tears (Om)
The sad, sad moon
So full of haunting echoes (AD)
She radiates vivacious energy
Mystical shadows (Rose)
Blue moon and Rickie Raccoon in the Everglades heat (Brawny)
Two shadows spilled upon the night’s mirror
Singing to the stars in tune with their pulse (Truth)
A solstice moon illusion
Craters and seas and the face of a man,
But this "moon" is strangely inflated. It's huge! (Mmmmmy)
Sometimes you just can’t believe your eyes
The sun and full Moon kids on a see-saw;
When one is high, the other is low. This week's high solstice sun gives us a low, horizon-hugging Moon and a strong Moon Illusion. (Science at Nasa)
A lover’s moon? (Me)
(Thank you all) | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 23 | |
| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 7:39:47 PM | That was sweet A. Love this one...hope you don't mind!
FLY NOT YET
-by Thomas Moore (1806)
Fly not yet; 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,
And maids who love the moon.
'Twas but to bless these hours of shade
That beauty and the moon were made;
'Tis then their soft attractions glowing
Set the tides and goblets flowing
Oh ! stay, -oh ! stay,
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that, oh! 'tis pain
To break it's links so soon.
Fly not yet; the fount that play'd
In times of old through Ammon's shade
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like souls' of mirth, began
To burn when night was near,
And thus should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindled till the night, returning
Brings their genial hour for burning.
Oh ! stay, -oh ! stay,-
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake
As those that sparkle here?
Many a moonlit night...I can remember words something like this! lol
T he moon, methinks, looks with a wat'ry eye; And
when she weeps, weeps every little flower;
--William Shakesphere
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 7:59:12 PM | One of my favourites....
The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sing jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. | |
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| The Moon
Posted: 6/18/2008 8:08:08 PM |  Oh.........mmmmmy....I will have nitemares tonite about that poem!
How so deep and dark and simply scary!
Ok....I gotta go to bed now??? lol  
Was a fantastic poem ...A.
now if only I can sleep by the light of the MOON! | |
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