Moon

My Sun Setting Secret

My Sun Setting Secret

In a land inhabited by ponies
Lived two sisters who rules side by side
Now children I am no phony
When you hear their thoughts on the inside

One sister, who rose the sun
Was the elder of the two
Admiration of others she had won
Loved by most feared by few

The younger controlled the moon
Didn't feel the same love
An awful spirit would control her soon
a presence of hate from above

But Luna, the pony of the night
noticed all the ponies who shun the moon
She tried to ignore, with all her might
The envy of the time of noon

Celestia, the pony of day
Realized that she wanted more
She didn't want her sister to stay
Luna's presence made her heart sore

On one lonely day
Celestia made a vow
Her sister had to go away
One question remained. How?

Try With all her might
Of hate and despair
A dark presence in clear sight
Gave Luna an evil stare

Consumed by the darkness
Made by her sister
Fuel by loneliness
Put the land in danger

To the rescue came the princess
Of the sun to save the day
From one who did not possess
Hatred in any way

Banished to the stars
For a thousand years time
Locked behind invisible bars
Betrayal in this tale of mine

Luna without a home
Celestia became very fond
That they both were all alone
Loves broken bond

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another poem about Luna and Celestia. What if the story we knew about Luna and Celestia wasn't true? What if the evil spirit that consumed Luna's heart was summoned by Celestia out of envy?

True to Me

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Just For Fun

Walking on a dream
A bridge from reality
An escape from normality
That’s where I want to be

Sleeping on a moon beam
No-one else is just like me
The only way I can be free
Is to escape from my humanity

Feelings in a ream
Confused but sure actually
Life is unreality
Because I’m true to me

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Fog on a Mirror

I wasn't ready for the things that I learned,
of the breaking of hearts or how the world turns.
I quench all the fires with whiskey that burns
cause in your November arms I will never find warmth.

You weren't ready for a love that was true,
You were born for the sun, and my heart is the moon.
Colors surround you, I can just sing the blues.
My winter-born heart always plays out of tune.

Now I'm older and wiser, I can see crystal clear,
That I fell for your love, like you fell for my fear.
There's something we're lacking, like fog on a mirror,
Our messages written, soon disappear.

But life has it's way with every person I've met,
Like insects surrounded by a young child's net.
And I am imperfect, on this you can bet,
I only drink to remember, just how to forget.

Elara

It's not my place to tell the stars
their order's out of line.
Nor, tell them which direction
I think they ought to shine.

It's not for me to scorn the moon,
when she hides herself away.
Nor, direct her to the water
and tell her how to sway.

The sun of course, can't hear me say,
that every morning, every ray,
his light's too bright and scares away,
my shadow buddies, kept at bay.

My voice can't carry all that far,
to travel space and time to stars.
My voice of course, it knows it's part,
to whisper to your heart.

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Mirrors

Above the waters
of the cresting fjord
under cradled moon
and suckled stars.

Lo' forth the mid-morning mist,
of ice twice struck upon the throat.

The night strikes;
an optical mirage
mounted upon the mirror
that takes forth
from vastness of god

to be left upon
the stallions of light
that transgress the folds
that pedestals planets
and en-wraps upon stars.

That shine in death
upon this word
and split forth
the mind of man.

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Music of the Night

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Love and Romance

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her jeweled dress upon the ancient
lake beneath the Autumn moon.

I can hear the lapping of the waves upon
the grassy banks, while Zephyr dances
on the diamond-crested billows, and crickets

chirp their strange songs to the stars.

Here, on this side of the valley, the night
spreads her mystery of ages upon the lives
of men, sparkling ciphers over cloudless

sable skies, as she has wont to do since
Time first was and man and woman fell
in love beneath a bright new moon,

spell-bound, as we now are, by
breathless beauty and the music

of the night.

--(c) Copyrght Jim Valero, 2012.

VULGARITY

What is there to relish in heaven
if the vulgarity of relationship haunts
even after retiring from earth?

The loose threads of yearning criss-cross memory
I can still feel the river’s twisted flow
Toward lower reaches, exhausted and strip teased.

The nudity of moon and stars is beyond touch
who cares I evolve or end like them
suspended from a plane I can hardly reach?

--R.K.Singh

Night

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Love

Love loves the dark
For only then it is alone with it’s beloved
It’s enchanting melody
Sweetly playing on the breeze
A nocturne of lovers
The music of midnight
When shadows hold no more fear
Where there is no time but right now
No time at all
When lovers can run away
Away from the world
And revolve around each other
Like the moon dances around the earth
So they dance also
The stars shine above for them
For the night belongs to lovers

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Nox Sacram

Twilights know our name
so speak soft our fame.
they know my shadows sight
of crisp shade and blessed flight.
under star-light shine
to darkness I confide;
for at dawn's first light
we close our sight.

Now stalk the night
and keep to flight.
To preform our rites
and cast our mistress' sight
by bitter blade
and the blood left to fade.

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