Everybody has to write at least one poem about the moon

[Sue]

it sucks

[Sue]

Paco Ibanez canta el 'Romance de la luna, luna' de Federico Garcia Lorca:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qICLxonP ... re=related

[Cate]

Moons light through blinds
stripes across my chest
I am a prisoner

[daka]

I am always startled
as I see you suddenly
your face seems new
at night or during day
dressing differently
like a wealthy woman
with a walk-in wardrobe
dressing to impress
or seduce in silks
or to appear proper
like pasteurized milk

sean

(sorry.... I needed to rhyme with silks!)

[jill]

Full moon.
high tides.
lunacy.
maternity.
gravity.
rebirth.
my son,
a moon
child.
(for David )
3minuites, tops.

Jill

[Cate]

Hi Jill - My first was a full moon baby too - we ended up having to go to the hospital - where it was crazy busy with all the other full moon babies.

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I am always startled
when I see you suddenly
your face seems new
you come infrequently
during the night or day
dressing differently
like a wealthy woman
with a walk-in wardrobe
dressing to impress
or to seduce in silks
or to appear proper
like pasteurized milk

sean

(sorry.... I needed to rhyme with silks!)

Sean - Your poems have changed so much since you first started.
This has a nice sensual feel to it. I don't like the last two lines - but I love the rest of it.

Cate

[daka]

Hi Cate

I am glad you like it (most of it)
My favorite part is the last two lines
I guess I am unique

Seanj

[Manna]

I might chop it down a bit, but I like it too Daka. And I like the finish too.

[Cate]

I guess I am unique

oh o - we're not going to get into that again are we? LOL
Yes, unique but not so very different.

Your humour has a bit of bite - which I like - I just enjoyed the poem without the end bite.
I was just enjoying the nice sensual feel until I get to the words "pasteurized milk".
Most people will probably like the end - I think it's me that's unique here.

Hey - guess what - almost 20 out and only 10:00 a.m. - I may have to go into the office so that I can find a patio buddy for lunch.
Don't you miss a hard winter ending and a warm spring starting?

All the best

Cate

[daka]

I remember the torture of Toronto
this time of year
cold and warm
rainy and sunny
heaven and hell
indecisive to the extreme
extended unfulfilled promises
of an ending to winter
and a beginning to summer
dependable disappointment
no, Cate, I miss none of it

Sean

[Alan Alda]

Divine Intervention
(the moon and the stars and the sun)

As the milk glass moon
gazed through the lashes of the evergreens
we were in opposite rooms
licking our wounds
in the dark.

As the candles in heaven
winked and played with their colors,
we lay bound and gagged
by our pain
face down.

And as the frozen ashes of our hearts (*)
poisoned the air,
even the sun
could not
melt any sense
into
what we have become.

(*) Yes, this is in violation of all things the poetry militia believes in (with all their hearts) myself included. It's an olde piece.

[Manna]

i like the eyelashes - evergreens thing. thanks.

[EuchridEucrow]

There is a place
that I go alone
when the moon is red
and all my dreams
have yet to be told

And Lord I pray
and Lord I hope
that someday
I may follow You
and go back home

How I hate
this barren road
these crooked hills
so pale and still
and cold as stone

In the shade
the midnight crow
is still waiting
as teardrops fall
and turn to snow

In my grave
I will be dead soon
forgive me, baby
I still love you
you are my red moon

[gingermop]

Oh, wonderful moon!
A thing of beauty
And an excuse
To observe strangers
With their pants down

[~greg]

I wrote this a long time ago. It's about Vietnam.
Somebody (maybe me) had suggested that
if everybody looked up at the moon at the same time
then it would have to have some kind of profound effect,
like stopping the war.
It was about that time I began to think that maybe
symbolic gestures weren't enough.

Communion Through The Moon - gmw

The moon in its cowl
Is no angry god incognito.

With no arms to cross
And an idiot's face with which to scowl
It's just another soldier come home
From another of our famous wars
In which there were no survivors
While all we prayed a god's bolt of lighting
Would flash our famous dove's foot print of peace
Across the allegorical wheel
And our whole world would kneel in shame and bemoan its loss
And lift its senses and reach a consensus
To reject the continuance of the incontinence
Of the banality of our evil.

But the moon just wrapped itself tighter in its shawl
And balled itself up like an armadillo
And left us scrounging around looking for other signs and slogans
It simply abandoned us to our songs
It hasn't done a damn thing for the cause.