Moon

Marcella

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The Drabble Ditch

Marcella is a girl so mocked, she enjoys it.

I see her in the window of a high-rise in London,

Where by day, the sun is sulfur yellow, 

Clings to skin and streaming eyes, 

And by night, heads are down and stars shine black 

And dull as a November London road.

Marcella, you are the only moon I see here, 

Your face and hair glowing like a china doll in a wedding veil, 

The white against shadowed streets,

The headlights and streetlamps glare at hooded city stalkers,

Never looking up at people like you, the pure light, La Luna,

Marcella, your eyes seem to speak truths of this city

That airwaves and black print cannot:

Red, yes, that's the colour of a blunt blockade, 

The beefy bloke who bars us from going further, 

Red is the pestilence of London, smiling and shooting streamers in the streets,

All the while crushing and compressing until we're cold.

Marcella, sometimes I wish I could coax you down from your nest,

Show you the steel concrete chaos that your sight has survived.

It's intimate here, I'll give you that, 

But the stars remain anxious for awe-struck eyes,

Lights can be dazzling, claustrophobic and pressuring,

But stars wait forever for our smiles.

Funny-looking Marcella, but in a nature-lover's way,

This maze: Where each twist and turn is a park or a book or a new song,

Where each needle of fern is a final notice or a corporate climber,

You can follow me. Take my hand. 

Marcella, take my ticket. Board a train and run. 

Pretty birds like you don't belong in the city,

Where vultures of all natures watch hungrily for prey. 

Just promise to find the right flock, and fly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

© Lizzie Ayres, 2013

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Dream Waltz

 

.....

They dance.

She twirls, as he caresses.

He caudles her efflorescence

and

sets the tone,

embodies and balances with 

scales of mystery and secrets unknown.

She flourishes in this heaven

of ageless suspension

and bubbles from her innermost depths to 

secrete with agape 

the sustenance that nourishes her very 

existence,

and all 

borne through her

exquisite yet deeply penetrating

enchantment.


 

Ninety five times her size,

a faint ring of the sickle, 

his spiraling girth grazes

her pale blue essence 

and Moon 

as she succumbs to honor

her rightful place within the 

gentle folds of aethereal frolic

and

cosmic majesty

 

 The Earth from Saturn

(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)

 

Celestial breath

 to be mimicked

in every dimension

through inexplicable

phases and stages,

raptures, junctures, 

combustions, 

and culminations

of astral storms.

Pulsating in unison 

to the 

rhythm of all that is,

and all that was,

and what will be.


*

*

 

 The thunderous,

clamoring

enigma 


of

 

silence 

 

heard only among 

the timelessness 

that man can 

but only dream 

to touch.  

*

That which he may have no 

knowledge

of,

but can only

live

for the

dance. 

 

 

07/28/2013 ©

 

 

  .......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Photos by NASA, and pbs.org.

 

About the Earth....and Saturn

 

Poem inspired mostly by teachings of Astrotheology by Santos Bonacci

http://www.universaltruthschool.com/

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My Sunshine

Morning sun, 

In my eyes,

Twinkle, twinkle,

I feel you warm and strong,

Worked all night,

Now it's time to go in,

My guardian in song,

Rest these locks upon my pillow,

And wrap my joy within,

Send it up into the sky,

Let another day of yours begin,

Keep it full of light for me,

And when I awake, 

To see you soon,

You'll be my shining moon,

It will be my daybreak.

 

 

11:01 AM 7/1/2013

 

©

 

......

A Poet's Wish

mystical magical words

of love,

bring me the child in all.

 

mystical magical child within,

remind me, 

unblind me

to my essence

again.

 

mystical magical 

moonlit night,

let blankets of 

moonbeams

restore my sight.

 

mystics in poetry,

angels of rhyme,

shower me,

empower me,

twirl love 

to infinity,

your gentleness is

grace so sublime!

 

 

Inspired by Allets 

 

©

 

 

 http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/961824]

 

 

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The Moon Shines Close For Them Tonight

The moon shines close for them tonight
A thousand lonely souls join together in its light
Encompassing this vast planet
They are binded by the similarities they share
Their lost hearts are yet to discover
Answers to the unanswered
Their other half in this world
The reason to feeling so alone
The purpose of their existance
Some dwell on the desires
That they will never acquire
Repeatedly attempting to obtain the unobtainable
I simply want to ask you
What is your purpose?
When you know that what you are longing for
Will never have a chance to materialize?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone is born with their own purpose in life. This poem is for all who have not yet discovered that, or feel that they don't really belong in this society. However,it's important to know what's worth fighting for and what's better to just give up on.

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Summer Nightlight

Just be awesome,

It's so easy,

Fall into the bliss,

Of breeeeeezzzy!! 

 

I love the wind I love the wind!

And tonight I have the wind and the moon,

I'm going to light a fire,

And swooooon,

Come on night, you can't come to me too soon!

 

4:51 PM 6/23/2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Finally a night OFF!!!! Yes!

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sitting in a box for the summer solstice

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Nature

Why am I not watching the moon,

on this summer solstice night?

I can't figure out why I sit inside,

instead of celebrating its light.

 

In a moment, I'll go check it out.

But it will only be for a minute or two.

For I'll be out there on the concrete.

And that will be uncomfortable.

 

Besides, I'm kinda tired.

I had an eventful day.

And soon I'll need to get some rest.

But I'd rather go out and play.

 

Actually, I'd prefer to be camping.

Sleeping beneath the stars.

Today, I was in the perfect place,

But instead I came home in my car.




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Night Hunters

On a stony cold night,

The sun long since set,

Pitch-black skies calcify.

 

All natural light surrendered,

To a cloak of enigmatic cloud,

Guarding the silver white moon.

 

Hark, a startling hoot is heard,

Above, the beat of a feathered wing.

As the night hunters prowl,

Shrouded by the opaque night,

 

An unforeseen breeze bows in,

Forcing the clouds to advance,

Sanctioning the moons splendour.

 

Obscurities shrouded in mystery,

Silhouetted branches arise.

Like skeletal elongated limbs,

Reaching to claw at the sky.

 

Now the night hunters hasten to hide,

Depths of the shadows a safe lair,

While the moon beams are pure. 

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Sapphire Star

Casting a sapphire gaze around the sun,

You mesmerised my eyes,

That drew inside your mind,

Your Trojan Horse against the world.

 

Into my being was sewn you as rose;

In lucid blueness,lost,

Too vast for I to bloom,

Creation of your pain surreal;

 

Pale of a petalled veil,mirrored sun;

Your colour butterflied,

In rainbow wings which gazed

Into my heart and lit my dreams. 

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