PAR
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 2:20pm
6th Aug 2024 2:20pm
The Curious Crab Man
In a world of men who walk so straight
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
#astrology
#beach
#cancer
#moon
#sea
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InDreamz
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 10:36am
4th Aug 2024 10:36am
The Dark Moon
The moon has a dark side
…a harem of stars
to fuck every night;
surrounded by his concubines
he sucks up their light,
and glows with an
aura so saintly and white
thus, a naïve is fooled
with his deceptive sight
a vampire in disguise-
the moon has a dark side
…a harem of stars
to fuck every night;
surrounded by his concubines
he sucks up their light,
and glows with an
aura so saintly and white
thus, a naïve is fooled
with his deceptive sight
a vampire in disguise-
the moon has a dark side
#abuse
#corruption
#dark
#moon
#politics
496 reads
45 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2024 5:22am
3rd Aug 2024 5:22am
Mmm..Giving Up That Soft Crazy Love
You kissed my tender lips, slightly trembling beneath yours
His voice I submitted my love, desires upon my skin shall gently pour
I inched back, preparing to flee
The silhouette of his soul upon earth’s pillow where his heart now tease
Gently he pulled me closer, my erratic heartbeats sinking in trepidation
Fallen stars, into my soothing waters stand with me among the thunder’s incarnations
How many moons, shall eclipse whispers from Heaven as Earth dance in...
His voice I submitted my love, desires upon my skin shall gently pour
I inched back, preparing to flee
The silhouette of his soul upon earth’s pillow where his heart now tease
Gently he pulled me closer, my erratic heartbeats sinking in trepidation
Fallen stars, into my soothing waters stand with me among the thunder’s incarnations
How many moons, shall eclipse whispers from Heaven as Earth dance in...
#love
#moon
#sun
#water
#passion
345 reads
8 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
29th Jul 2024 10:14pm
29th Jul 2024 10:14pm
Sacred Moon
when I look up at the heavens
the moon, like a
sacramental bread
held up in the sky
with the divine hands,
beckoning me for a
spiritual communion
Let me consume you, O moon
sanctify me with your
holy rays;
redeem me from my sins,
for I'm a sinner
You are the body
of the divine...
Let in this Eucharistic union
the rain falls like the wine
and cleanses me with its sanctity;
You stay in me forever
and I in you...
for I am a sinner;
consecrate me,
O moon...
the moon, like a
sacramental bread
held up in the sky
with the divine hands,
beckoning me for a
spiritual communion
Let me consume you, O moon
sanctify me with your
holy rays;
redeem me from my sins,
for I'm a sinner
You are the body
of the divine...
Let in this Eucharistic union
the rain falls like the wine
and cleanses me with its sanctity;
You stay in me forever
and I in you...
for I am a sinner;
consecrate me,
O moon...
#moon
#nature
#rain
#redemption
#spiritual
300 reads
10 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
25th Jul 2024 1:48am
25th Jul 2024 1:48am
ROMANESQUE
Oh, Selene
Mother of silver
Aback riverboats; dew-laden coats
Unlike the austere sun
Your light, my heart had won
A night emblazoned
Of wanton and mystique
Both cherished here
The Romanesque and bleak
A coin for passage
Sky lights fold over into applause
Her clouds ever-changing as the moth
Behind the veil
My eyes witness the true beauty
Of rooms without walls
Mother of silver
Aback riverboats; dew-laden coats
Unlike the austere sun
Your light, my heart had won
A night emblazoned
Of wanton and mystique
Both cherished here
The Romanesque and bleak
A coin for passage
Sky lights fold over into applause
Her clouds ever-changing as the moth
Behind the veil
My eyes witness the true beauty
Of rooms without walls
#city
#lust
#moon #Romanticism
#moon #Romanticism
242 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 4:45pm
21st Jul 2024 4:45pm
Buck Incantation
Heavenly gold...heavenly light;
inveigle me to sleep.
Defuse my day into a night
of slumber extra deep.
Bless my soul with your golden kiss
to mesmerize my eyes
and then your soft summertime bliss
will cultivate the skies.
Cast all of your insouciant glow
into our minds and hearts
with all the peace and love you know...
in ethereal arts.
Whisper from your reflective height
the sun's atomic spell...
transmogrified, like angel flight,
to Terra...nonpareil.
inveigle me to sleep.
Defuse my day into a night
of slumber extra deep.
Bless my soul with your golden kiss
to mesmerize my eyes
and then your soft summertime bliss
will cultivate the skies.
Cast all of your insouciant glow
into our minds and hearts
with all the peace and love you know...
in ethereal arts.
Whisper from your reflective height
the sun's atomic spell...
transmogrified, like angel flight,
to Terra...nonpareil.
#moon
#night
#summer
208 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 5:25pm
19th Jul 2024 5:25pm
Buck Moon Nights
The moon was in the weeds last night
all southerly adrift
fading amid powder blue light
which on it seemed to sift...
'twas wild smoke within the haze
that gave a scarlet hue
then dimming in the twilight rays
of moonlight streaming through.
Yet still there was a rosy glow
when once the sun had set,
the likes of which we wouldn't know
but for a chance briquette...
and lingering filtration there
due to the floating soot
all through the northwest summer air...
from canopies kaput.
all southerly adrift
fading amid powder blue light
which on it seemed to sift...
'twas wild smoke within the haze
that gave a scarlet hue
then dimming in the twilight rays
of moonlight streaming through.
Yet still there was a rosy glow
when once the sun had set,
the likes of which we wouldn't know
but for a chance briquette...
and lingering filtration there
due to the floating soot
all through the northwest summer air...
from canopies kaput.
#forest
#LifeCycle
#moon #trees
#moon #trees
285 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 2:03pm
18th Jul 2024 2:03pm
Moon Garden
The primrose blooms worship the moon
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
as the honesty plants turn gold
like the coins where Scrooge McDuck rolled
on possibly an old doubloon...
and all glowing in unison,
except for the fantasy loot
which I've heard is the evil root
and thusly the hue unchristen.
Yet Scrooge McDuck might just agree
since gold is found outside the vaults
of Janus Christianity
and all their moral somersaults
which forms not on gold as found
on orchard plums and lunar phase ...
#fall
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
#summer
250 reads
7 Comments
Bonanza1
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 10:59pm
13th Jul 2024 10:59pm
Moon
He held the long arch of an embrace
White light of skin
pocketed by exhaustion
(He had shined such a very long time)
Pocketed pale blue
He held in his grasp a question mark
He kept under his thumb an elipses
...
Answers not spoken loud enough
To wake the sleepers
But filled with context
...
Enough said
Far from casting out delusions
He kept them in the mirror
Reflecting a light
That withered in the Sun
He held the Gold
For tug of war
And the seas came crashing ...
White light of skin
pocketed by exhaustion
(He had shined such a very long time)
Pocketed pale blue
He held in his grasp a question mark
He kept under his thumb an elipses
...
Answers not spoken loud enough
To wake the sleepers
But filled with context
...
Enough said
Far from casting out delusions
He kept them in the mirror
Reflecting a light
That withered in the Sun
He held the Gold
For tug of war
And the seas came crashing ...
#moon
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8 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 10:54am
11th Jul 2024 10:54am
Moon Garden
On a land far away.
You were walking down the path on a sunny day.
Clouds were in the sky astray.
As you daydream on this sunny day.
As you walk,you see something.
A feline in a white furcoat.
Green eyes,blue skies.
As the clouds gracefully float.
You follow the feline down the path.
Curious,you wanted to see what's on the other side.
You find something more magical than a slide.
An otherworldly garden.
With a moon goddess in the sky by your side.
The flowers glowed a bright,white color.
And the moon...
You were walking down the path on a sunny day.
Clouds were in the sky astray.
As you daydream on this sunny day.
As you walk,you see something.
A feline in a white furcoat.
Green eyes,blue skies.
As the clouds gracefully float.
You follow the feline down the path.
Curious,you wanted to see what's on the other side.
You find something more magical than a slide.
An otherworldly garden.
With a moon goddess in the sky by your side.
The flowers glowed a bright,white color.
And the moon...
#magic
#moon
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 5:59am
11th Jul 2024 5:59am
The Vesperings
What a marvelous thing the world seems;
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies...
such copious frondescence in the breeze
screening sunsets by cedar dangle gleams
and crescent Luna filtered though the trees
in her twilit west horizon descent...
ever brighter in each degree she drops
like a hallowed blade meant to circumvent
the gentle Zephyrs in the arbor tops
teasing the rudbeckias and borage
and wagging all the oregano stalks
in the soil of their herbal moorage
amid the foxgloves and the hollyhocks
and in and around the ripening plums
or the blueberries and love lies...
#flowers
#LifeCycle
#moon
#nature
#trees
170 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 1:44pm
8th Jul 2024 1:44pm
The Metamorphosis of the Octopus Crab Man
Beneath the full moon’s silver gaze
a masculine form, once solid and sure,
becomes a spectral dance of limbs,
an enigma woven from ocean’s lore.
His skin, a carapace of ancient secrets,
cracks open, revealing lunar scars,
as if the celestial orb itself etched
the map of forgotten battles upon his flesh.
The crab man once rooted in earthly sands
now writhes, limbs elongating, contorting,
his chitinous armor yielding to moonlight’s pull.
A metamorphosis scripted in cosmic ink.
His eyes once resolute and...
a masculine form, once solid and sure,
becomes a spectral dance of limbs,
an enigma woven from ocean’s lore.
His skin, a carapace of ancient secrets,
cracks open, revealing lunar scars,
as if the celestial orb itself etched
the map of forgotten battles upon his flesh.
The crab man once rooted in earthly sands
now writhes, limbs elongating, contorting,
his chitinous armor yielding to moonlight’s pull.
A metamorphosis scripted in cosmic ink.
His eyes once resolute and...
#CallToAction
#dreams
#metaphor
#moon
#war
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