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 Sep 2016
r
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 Sep 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Through anarchy, you gain fame.

Through monarchy, you claim an executive name.

Through trial, you earn a new automobile.

Through a steal, you gain a first class meal.

Throughout it all, you learn that the battle is not worth the fall.

Throughout it all, you learn how to find your natural call.
One of my better poems I think, as it can be very difficult creating rhymes aligned with the same rhyme throughout; without losing any authenticity or creativity. Hope you enjoy.
 Sep 2016
Ma Cherie
"The stars are kissing the moon
because the moon is missing it's shine."

Cherie Nolan© 2016
Random, moon love,
No moon tonight...dreaming. ❤
 Sep 2016
r
Time ruins our eyes
for each other,
while the moon burns
down the nights around us,
as if attracted to our madness
and spellbound by the dark
- ness that surrounds us,
yet here we remain, apart
and together, alone in a home
for the stone-cold heartless.
Gnite, Zelda. Morning comes soon enough, says the moon.
 Sep 2016
Nishu Mathur
Life has beauty in her nooks
In woods that trill of feathered songs
Where fireflies dance at dusk  
And starlight blankets night till dawn
In the rhythm  of falling rain
And drops of dew that shine on leaves
On mountain tops that reach the sky
The mystic shades of coral reefs

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your eyes on hyacinths
And on the moon cradling a crest
Catch the starlight streaming down
See angels in clouds that pass
Lay your head on a flower bed
Run bare feet on the grass

Life has beauty in her arms
In kindness and the touch of  love
In promises of hope and strength
Like the warm sun from above
In bouquets of wishes of care
Hands that tuck a flower in
Near and dear those precious ones
That soothe and balm a broken skin

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your head on a shoulder kind
And His eyes that forever bless
Your own shoulder, a solace be
Hands clasp another tight
For other spirits sag too
Then-
Into the beauty of the night.
 Sep 2016
r
A storm is brewing in the east
and a white bird is flying high,
like the shadow of smoke
from the last fires in the moonlight,
lying crossways over the bed
on her belly in dark *******,
whatever she is dreaming
its meaning she keeps to herself.
 Sep 2016
Lazhar Bouazzi
The moon, a hollow
Saint Jacques shell,
whose kernel
lovers
and language figures
had wasted through the flow
of time,
came
to this eerie pond
a dry vagabond -
now a dweller
of the surface deep.

© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016
 Sep 2016
Marvin Lurie
I take my wine out to the garden
and raise my glass to the moon,
as I often do.
We are old friends.
Trees and shadows play with moonlight on the walk
as people stream by from the park where sun held them all day.
They do not understand why the bright moon
chose me to shine on.
 Sep 2016
r
Morning will be here
soon enough says the moon,

only the night knows the truth
that lies dark in your heart

where love sleeps forever,
deep, and never dreaming.
 Aug 2016
Nishu Mathur
Summer moonlight that casts its spell
On beds of flowers and boughs on trees
That soaks the earth in ivory
Has spun a summer spell on me
For everywhere does beauty lie
With the moon aglow on the green and blue
Dreams cradle in rays that fall
'Fore dawn wakes with eyes of dew
And the stars scattered in the sky
That glow beside the sliver's light
Spin stories of worlds above
Down below in the heat of night
- Though sultry the summer air
Warm the breath of wind through trees
Yet the crest of ivory
Has spun a summer spell on me
 Aug 2016
South by Southwest
Hello ,
Take my hand . . .
we will step out
onto the stars and run
across the Milky Way

We will swim
in the pools of
glistening light and
share to our heart's delight

We will catch comets . . .
putting them in our pockets
making wishes
along the way

We will visit the darkest moons
and give them light
from far across the galaxies

But the most heavenly light of all
will reside in your smile
 Aug 2016
Alan S Bailey
This moon with a white gold aura,
And I saw it's pretty halo of love.
Don't go out tonight, your gonna
Get hunted by werewolf and stuff!
A silly poem, no meaning at all, stupid ideas I come up with! Since when did the moon have a halo that was glossy and shimmered?
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