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Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Fabric

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Liz And Lilacs

Fabric

I ripped open the night sky
to see the mysteries behind the facade.
But the constellations wrinkled
and the moon was torn
the stars winked out
and fell from the sky
and I ruined the beauty
looking for something real.

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Untitled

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Bryce Perry

Untitled

It was a cosmic morning,
The stars faintly hiding behind a drone blue sky
I'd been driving
Down streets,
Blur of
sacharrum
in the flash of road and freedom.
I remember two men,
being daylight and road
Cruelly battling for my attention,
both suited
and grinning from the clouds
down on my
nothing-green car
That has no difference
on this massive,
bizarre
earth.

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

A Love Letter To The Boy Who Cries

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Montana

A Love Letter To The Boy Who Cries

Someone once told you,
“Boys don’t cry.”
And for a while,
you believed them.

But like a flower,
kissed by the sun
and nurtured by the rain,
you opened yourself to the world.

And the world can be harsh.
Cloudy days can be cruel.
But if you wait for the sun,
I promise it will come back.

Your empathy may destroy you,
but that’s the price you must pay
to feel happiness and love
as deeply as you do.

And they will tell you,
“You are weak.”
But darling,
you are not weak.

And they will tell you
“You are less than.”
But darling,
you are more.

Boy who cries, you are beautiful.
But they will tell you
you are not.

Don’t listen.

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

A Kind Road

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Stu Harley

A Kind Road

through
her patience
light
that
build
a kind road

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Night

Apr 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Bryce Perry

Night

I'm going to lay here
In this unusually loud bed.
And watch unusual people
do unnatural things
on a television.
I know this poem is not very
elaborate,
But a good poem
doesn't need to say much.
Just give me
silence.
Sweet,
humble
sweet
silence.

#peace #thoughts #night #silence

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Continuation War

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Jenna

Continuation War

When the war to end them all began
She was nine years old to the day
And that week, in the dark of night
the soldiers took her father away.

There was no way he could stay he said
He had to go and fight
So he could make a far off country safe again
And make everything alright.

They looked up at the stars above
And he made a promise to ease the pain.
He’d gaze upon the moon in the sky
And know his little girl saw the same.

When the train departed that evening
To her mother’s arm she clung
And while she listened to the train rattle away
The moon brightened where it hung.

The ink ran from his letters
That they received once week.
The words he wrote made him sound brave
but really he felt meek.

When the war to end them all intensified
She was ten years old to the day
And that week, in the dark of night
The Grim Reaper took her father away.

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Red-Shifted

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Amanda Miller

Red-Shifted

The moon shines a cool blue tonight
as we entwine our fingers, laying on the baseball field
beneath diamond heavens. We lie
in silence, in the moments when the Universe reveals
itself, and contemplate the distances between one celestial body to
another, the space between
us growing as I turn south
to find Orion while you seek Cassiopeia in the north.

Shooting stars cross the sky, and we wish separately on dead
stars and dead dreams, lights already grown red and extinguished
as we whisper in the dark, passing
between phases.

And in the end we're all left searching.

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Mourning Moon

Mar 2015 Ronald D Lanor

Sia Jane

Mourning Moon

Moon callings spirited animals
wolves dancing
Dunhuang lute guitar -
playing to the soul of
a western screech owl
feasting on prey - long tailed shrew.

Gaspé mountains sheltered selves
under moonlight the coven amass
crisp autumn leaves, frost bitten toes
North standing
Novembers Mourning Moon.

Worshipping Isis -
Goddess of magic
the white tailed deer appears
shedding antlers amidst
this monthly Esbat rite.

At the alter a moon candle glowing
water bowl reflecting sisters souls,
white crystals & silver ribbons -
graced lunar symbols
to cede full renunciation.

Gather gather as all women should,
the next Supreme is not beyond a dream.
The Witches Council meets beneath moonlight.
Tonight I light this candle,
& lift a water bowl to the night sky.
I call upon you all.
I call upon you all.
I call upon you all -
to accept the changing of your souls,
akin to the changes of the tide.
We cleanse our souls in unity.
Tonight, tonight, witches of Salem,
declare yourself...
Declare yourself!
The Supreme Witch - declare yourself.

They fall to the cold slabs
ground, gravel, leaves, soil
silence falls.

One remains - the embodiment of all gifts
the One remains for eternal life against all ills.
The Supreme is named.

All women rise
dawn breaks
and the passing of the moon begins it's journey
passing into the suns glare -
unseen.

© Sia Jane