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  • poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    I don’t wonder about the beauty of the moonlight
    I never question the luminosity of the stars
    what they mean when they’re together
    burning up in arms
    I don’t want to see them fall shoot across the sky
    because they’re already perfection in stationary
    twinkling searing being
    diamonds slicing the serenity of my eyes as I gaze  
    into the epiphanies of my solar tides
    I can be without existing so it seems
    in this world, creation of myself
    affirmations I use as treatment
    my words treasure
    the ephemeral nights lit by haunting future days
    I sing for my sanity
    I rise for my delirium
    I call to the moon for his approval
    but he speaks not
    simply shines fortuitously
    with serenity
    a kind of all-knowing telling me that
    everything is going to be as I desire
    as I hope for
    this coming hour I will feel the tides
    the shifting within the voids of the night
    and dance within the intents –
    my soul utters  
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  • Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    look at the glowing
    a bed of starlight before me
    burning in its fluidity
    already passed but beauty present to see
    to experience,
    whilst being.

    what is this luck that I feel
    whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
    shine of their moon
    his smile is knowing
    as though he’s telling me soon soon
    but soon, for what?

    my heart tells me to beseech
    but my mind instructs me to wait
    contemplate, contemplate
    there’s no level of censure in my ability
    to remain here, concentrate
    on the future, away from the past,
    beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
    part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
    to last to pass

    I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
    hidden behind the tapestry of the night
    awaiting the stars’ closing time
    so she can again shine soon
    and so can I
    with the brightness,
    effervescence I’ve found within
    because, being sprightly has its benefits
    thinking positively yields its merits

    I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
    for something lost –
    perhaps I am, perhaps I am,

    at least I’ve found my newest self,
    pleasure to be gained,
    my spirit, oh, how she soars,
    the world is patient, waiting for her,
    bright spark, to fully explore.
    (19/11/21)
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  • Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    I dance with my heart in the moon’s mouth
    he treasures it gently,
    carries it lightly
    never will he drop it
    because he is divining surely
    total ineptitude
    I sit here hands open wide
    and smile
    give me my heart back
    I speak with earnest
    he shakes his head a little while
    and sighs

    and relinquishes as he views
    my desperation
    to once again be in pure contemplation
    in recipient of my beating heart
    filled with fervour and pace
    like a startled rabbit
    I need it
    I want it
    he hands it to me
    reinsertion:
    my heart begins to race

    what is this feeling I have
    this flighty adrenaline life
    the moon the moon give me a
    look so wise

    i was merely looking after your heart
    making you feel less alive
    so you could live in the undergrowth
    of your contentment and strong strive
    (11/11/21)

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  • Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    The Moon in all his glory, 
    pale, craggy, yet luminescent, 
    he smiles down upon our Earth
    as though in a parody,
    a soft spot held for us, and meant. 

    The Sun, she tries to jostle with him
    for pride of place in the sky, 
    I laugh, shake my head to myself, 
    I don’t bother to ask her why. 

    They can and do co-exist, 
    but one’s more prominent
    than the other, 
    I don’t have to, 
    need to mention
    who begs for more or less power. 

    Demand much from the clouds
    and they may wink 
    before the Sun or Moon, 

    obscure them from our eyes, 
    us mere humans on this Earth, 
    here to appreciate the 
    glowing orbs hanging from the sky on high.

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  • Poem: Eclipsed – 30/08/20

    Poem: Eclipsed – 30/08/20

    You eclipsed yourself onto my heart,
etched yourself amongst Sun and stars,
a silhouette of burnished red and brown,
a luminescent glow of you all around.
 
Your pattern, your shape,
my mind recalls,
the beauty of your face,
your expression,
I’m in thrall,
and I remember the smiles we shared,
so many days and nights together,
I am basking in the memory of your glow,
ghostly light upon me thrown,
alabaster shine upon us both.
 
Hand in hand,
you took me into your view,
fingertips laced together,
we shone, reflections of youth,
and together we created an energy unseen
by the lower land,
eclipsing my heart as you
tightly grasped my hand.
 
What will happen, dear,
when we must part?
The irreconcilable moment when
hand leaves hand,
and hearts extract entwined valves
from each other,
for one must depart.
 
I know this time will come and to it,
I revolt, as I say,
I wish I could stay in your presence,
please don’t desert me,
please remain.
 
I cannot do this on my own,
I imagine myself sadly call,
I’ll gaze into your light,
continue to further fall, 
fall further, and fall into the night.

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  • Poem: A Lasso on my Heart – 15/08/20

    Poem: A Lasso on my Heart – 15/08/20

    I’ve got a lasso on the moon and I’m holding him
so close to me,
his glow causes me such 
excitement and trembling,
because my hold on the moon is tight, 
though it is gentle enough to be kind,
and I know that our love for one another,
it is spectacular, it feels utterly right.
 
And here resides a man in the moon, why, he curses and scorns,
he is jealous of the Moon's and my love
thinking that I am set to take Moon away,
quietly, he is right,
I vow to snatch Moon from him with all my might.
 
This is not to say this man in the moon will be extracted,
nor will he be sent away to a land of unknown,
he can remain if he wishes to do so,
but he must understand my love for Moon is more
than he can ever have thought he’d be capable of performing,
let alone feel or inherently know.
 
I have a lasso on the moon but the moon has a lasso on my heart,
it seems like we’ll forever be entwined,
and never shall we part.
 
Moon smiles at me gently, and he wisely says,
“We must keep Man in the Moon wrapped within our hearts,
because if not, it is cruel to hurt another being's soul that way.”
 
I cry, “If only the pesky man in the moon would accept his relegation,
it’s not so harsh,
it’s simply a slight demotion.”
 
But Moon shakes his head, beams sadly now, and holds my hand,
“Our love cannot last a second longer, if you’re unwilling to accept the man,”
and with a gentle tug, up and away goes the lasso from around my luminous love.
 
He and his friend rise like a balloon into the night sky,
and take pride of place where everyone can all share in admiring their spirited light.

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    This poem has been written in response to Manic Sylph’s Writing Prompt #77, “I’ve got a lasso on the moon”. I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading!

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  • Poem: A Moon’s Search – 18/06/20

    Poem: A Moon’s Search – 18/06/20

    I stare at the moon,
she is full
and round
as you can see,
 
beautiful, chubby
smiling cheeks,
glowing luminescence,
she is so free.
 
She travels through
the night hoping
to gain her 
sought-after company,
 
Sun, Sun, Sun,
when will you come,
and make this moon feel
so complete?
She requests you hurry!
 
She searches high,
she searches low,
but his presence isn’t revealed,
not on show.
 
Where is this Romeo
to her hopeful smile,
will he return? –
surprise! –
in a little while?
 
After a night spent trudging,
though tirelessly travelling,
inspecting every inch
of the cosmos,
 
she searched arduously
but now
sadness and despair,
of her overwhelmed state,
none can deny.
 
(Have you ever seen a moon cry?
Nor had I,
but there’s always a
first for some things.)
 
But there is this
tiny window
of opportunity,
of allotted time,
during which Sun and Moon’s
paths will cross,
 
Ecstatic be they both!
Lovers reunite,
kisses upon healthy cheeks,
delicate mouths and lips,
and openly appreciative, 
fervent eyes.

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  • Poem: A Loyal Sun, a Faithful Man – 19/01/20

    Poem: A Loyal Sun, a Faithful Man – 19/01/20

    Hey, let us not be so hasty,
let us not be so rash.
Instead, let us flow with the sun and the wind 
entwined as one,
woven with thrice strands,
a plaiting of joyous warmth, breeze, and cheer 
neatly entangled by a pair of deft, invisible hands.    
 
I admire the sun for the effort she makes each day,
no matter how low or despondent she may feel,
she always rises for us,
no matter anything, she won’t allow the world to weigh her down.
 
Nothing troublesome seems to cross her path,
or get in her way,
she is never dismayed, at least not visibly
but into confused darkness we may be thrust 
when considering what lies in the heart of another
when we don't know precisely what causes their pain, joy, ecstasy, or sorrow.
 
The sun always brings a burning intensity,
if we were to bring ourselves 
close enough to the fair maiden,
we too could experience her true potential of expression
though, she insists on brightening the way for her king,
she selects the path of righteousness; she promotes his healthy well-being.
 
Sun shines her cordiality onto the path which is set
for a man of great mystery, 
perhaps of deep melancholy
but someone definitely dusted with
the makings of luminescent mastery,
make way now, it is evening, it's time to introduce 
the Man of the Moon.
 
She and he share the same skies during the light of day, but at night,
his lost lover is nowhere to be seen, she has upped and away.
His misery at being permitted nary a moment with her,
only observing Sun during the clouded skies from afar,
a teasing of his heart which 
miserably plucks at guitar strings,
breaking the strums into dismayed delayed arpeggios 
rather than solid ringing chords.
 
Heartbroken, the Man of the Moon waits for her all night,
glowing hopefully, yearning, silently begging
for her to rise and turn her wondrous face his way,
but then the night winds to an end,
erasing any fervent hope, now an empty lull in his heart,
he will reposition himself where he now belongs,
and soon, Sun returns to the blue skies,
just out of reach from her admiring love.
 
Let us not be so hasty, I repeat in a whisper,
let us explore the beauty of this day and morning, 
again with wild abandon,
because while time now seems so slow
it is succinct in its fleeting moments and is amazingly precious,
don’t allow these days to pass us by,
I want to remember our times 
when our hearts were as broad
as Sun's grinning orange-quartered mouth,
filled with the tartness of freshly squeezed juice 
and the vitality of our youth.

The sun smiles down upon us and gives me 
a mischievous wink as though she wholeheartedly agrees.    
 
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