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|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?
Posted: 6/17/2008 3:49:48 PM
|a hermit's brief recollection of the blue moon|
once every million or so breaths
I love waxing upon the moon
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
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.
Posted: 6/18/2008 8:51:55 PM
|how strange........i wrote this,this morning..........lol|
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
Posted: 6/21/2008 2:51:06 AM
|I wondered why I was wired at 5am|
It's the moon.. isn't it
nicotine is my only stimulant
a couple beers and a doob should make me a fellow mellow
I reckon that's why they call it moonshine.
and I really can't keep track of what stories I've written about
or just told someone on the phone
but, I've got a ton of memories that include the moon
and sometimes when the moon is full, I tend to repeat my stories
different words with the same beginning and ending
I ever tell y'all about Eggmont Key?
I've got a few minutes before the sun paints pinks and purples in the east
There's a bridge that they call the Skyway
a florida interstate
it's about six or seven miles east of eggmont key
when you're nipple deep in the gulf watching the moon rise over it, it's amazing
the cables of the bridge are painted of yellow or gold
when the harvest moon starts to shine upon the horizon, it glows
and the moon looks twice the size of all heaven, for the first hour
and as it get's higher, it gets smaller
nipple deep in near ninety degree salt water, I remind you
crabs crawling over ticklish feet and fish bumping off of you, if you don't move
the harvest moon rising above the atlantic with stifling majesty
stuns a person even from a gulf side key
that and I'm a scorpio
I'm all wound up around the harvest moon
the beach boys sung about kokomo
they left out crabs tickling toes
girls in happy-trances with sunburned noses
top on or top of.. it doesn't matter
watching the harvest moon rise while nipple deep in salt water
Posted: 6/21/2008 4:17:16 AM
|another case of the moon coming up at a different time on the others side|
of the globe.
Posted: 7/7/2008 2:02:27 AM
|something inside of me unfurls|
when you come
a subtle invasion
where Gia moans
and sighs ...
and I feel her
when you come
always have been
but didn't understand
'til I knew you
as you lay over me
enigmas beam from these
your shimmering mysteries -
glimmering over my secrets
that with you only
...and I've seen you sneak in to look on me
before you usually rise
tonight you're gone ...
but I'm okay-
something inside of me will unfurl
when you come
Posted: 7/7/2008 5:19:28 PM
|TY AF... it's been a while ... really like this subject|
Posted: 7/19/2008 1:27:10 AM
|as it were|
life was difficult...
from my perch,
splayed over me
words, prayers sent up to you
for direction, solace and....
this ... your lusty response
this enigma that has spoken for years
to so many, for so long
yet for me..... nothing
you, our celestial sphinx
our minor goddess...
burning with silver fever waxing romantic
I cursed your response
what you shone to mine mind then
to what you shine
in my soul
Posted: 8/6/2008 3:22:49 AM
|born by chance, testament of afterthought|
of celestial passions
inevitable collisions......and universal law
scars you bear of those days....leftovers
sometimes wet, sometimes blue,
in a Harvest, blood or new
crescent, half, fairy, black
full and rising
phasing seasons, love, treasons
timeless truths, lies, reasons
what's yours has been mine
now your dust ... now cell memory...now silver echo's
mysterious ..... fine
and .... I, as you ... as kin
Posted: 8/8/2008 7:23:52 PM
|The Artemis Of Eustis|
As days last golden rays, escape behind far off peaks,
And evenings chorus strikes up their familiar tunes
I know, yet again, without the one my heart seeks
Sky so black, losing myself near friendly Neptunes moons
August 8, 2008
Posted: 8/14/2008 11:11:22 AM
|I took a midnight boat ride|
under a big full moon....
I gazed into its brightness ..
its reflection in the eyes of another...
and the ambiance made me swoon...
and yes , oh yes......
it was the month of june....
Posted: 8/22/2008 1:12:28 AM
Dark velvet sky,
Suspended silver stars,
Bright yellow moon.
Garden bathed in natural light,
Playing fountain splashing water,
Sound of croaking frogs.
Moon disappears behind a cloud,
Momentary darkness descends on all,
Rapid change - a quick transformation.
The moon reappears,
Lovely garden is visible,
Fountain and frogs are viewable.
A rooster crows,
A fox listens intently,
Then returns to its lair.
The moon shines on,
Throughout the night,
Vanishing before daylight.
Posted: 9/16/2008 3:32:55 AM
|the scarecrow in the garden|
wept under the orange harvest 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
then a sliver of brilliance
and you rise slowly behind
the skeletal trees
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
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.|
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.|
Mystic moon, silver host
Shimmering on the sea
Lure me to innermost
Hold me in your knowing,
Redeem me through your art,
Fill to overflowing
The motive in my heart…
Spell of an endless dome,
Arbiter of distance,
Magician in the mind
Summon from existence
Mere consciousness in time.
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
Cleanse the inherent wrath,
Release a valiant trust,
Light an immortal path
Through streets of bones and dust….
Demon of indifference,
Fixed upon your essence
Ushering in the fear
Crowding a lonely thought:
No image will appear
To justify your plot.
Sting of the perfect hate,
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
Lost in your arrival
Deciphering your code.
Cradle of departing,
Ghost in the silent tomb
Hope for the weaver’s loom.
Soul of the all within,
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
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.|
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. :)
Posted: 1/10/2009 12:52:07 PM
|I think tonight's full moon is supposed to be the biggest appearing one this year.|
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!
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.
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
Posted: 1/12/2009 12:34:36 PM
|Wolf Moon |
hid amid clouds
Yet my hands
gnawed at me
inside four walls
My destiny called
me unto nightmarish
while I devoured
you in my naughty
Nothin's as it seems
brought over from "infinite memories" A.
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?
this endless night in the forest
As she conducts
the sky's ethereal chorus