#bluemoon
Asleep at dusk, awake at midnight
The night calls to me (it calls out to me)
Night demons wake in neon dreams
In another land, where angels softly scream
Pulling at the wings of the Divine
How do you make me feel claustrophobia?
My own skin is pulled taut over the surface
Maddening doom is giving me the chills
Ladders traverse off to the lunar beauty
Towers of rebuttal only quake in boots
Your cursed castle is crumbling down
Faltering on the ledge of absolutely nothing
Conjured shadows rise as fleeting enemies
A cornered apparition, the poltergeist is rising
The snapback of the crypt is revolving
A sip of the bad blood, drunk on the tears of a dying sun
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:23 AM UTC
Once in a blue moon
You find yourself
You look in the mirror, into your reflection
& wish to catch the tears falling
I wish the moon & I could embrace
For it’s blessed me with another night
of its brilliance
Blue moon, blue moon
You make me woeful
Why must you bring out the ocean in me
I’m losing myself
I got nothing but me
Back to the waters I’ll be
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
The only consistent thing having my back is my corset
always try to build connections but will never force it
I have come to peace with oneness, I know its all about how I perceive aloneness
Cannot say that some days I do not sway
Teardrops mimic the rains, falling falling away
Each day different energy to conquer
An ambitious rida like my anthem by Tupac Shakur
Summer perfumed memories making me hate the chilly breeze
Such a beautiful array of colours but my mind is stuck on green
Memories of the nights we laid underneath the moon's eyes
Everyday communication through the 3 and 5-D
Forget how much I loved my own eyes, vivid green that can pierce through lies
Hips blessed with the holy fruit of the divine
With you and without everyone I will continue to thrive
As long as I can inhale., I will thrive
As long as my hands are mine to control, I will express my thoughts on my mind
As long as my spine allows, I will climb that mountain no doubt
Always extending the lands I have touched.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Sparking that fire in you
Is a rarity; taboo;
Once in a blue moon.
I miss the feeling of being higher
Above all else, the only desire,
More special than any prior.
But it’s clear I’m just a factor;
And on this stage, we’re just actors
Waiting for a red carpet disaster.
I miss writing about you,
Immortality for just us two;
But I want to be remembered, too.
I wish I could care less,
Be a little more fearless
To lose that of which I’m blessed.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
Once in the blue moon
What if, you can rewrite the history?
He asked
For sure
I'll turn it into a fairy tale
She replied
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
An evening passes
and the dawn light breaks,
while a silence stretches thin
under the light of the moon.
Another night passed,
and seas swallowed the moon,
and the sun cried darkness
upon the foams of the waves.
When Night cried for light,
the moon did not shine;
drowned from the subtle hands,
by a delicate touch of sky.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
***Moon O Moon!
Why are you red?
Is your mood bad?
Moon O Moon!
Why people call you?
That you go blue.
Moon O Moon!
Why are you miss?
Your sight is a bliss,,
Moon O Moon!
Why are you crescent?
And then absent.
Moon O Moon!
Why are you eclipsed?
A part is missed.
Moon O Moon!
Why are you super?
When I'm bigger.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh dear Earth!
Why do you blame?
It's all your game.
Oh dear Earth!
You cast your shadow,
And hide my glow.
Oh dear Earth!
You turn your face,
It's not my phase.
Oh dear Earth!
You behave psychic,
And I am called lunatic.
Oh dear Earth!
I am always same,
My shine is all your game.
Oh dear Earth!
Reflecting your color,
What is given, same I offer.
Oh dear Earth!
I don't have air.
I'm always fair.
Oh dear Earth!
Out of my love for you,
My phases caused by you.
Oh dear Earth!
My love is eternally for you,
Staying away yet eyeing for you.
Oh dear Earth!
What if you don't respond?
I will keep making your round.***
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
***Penned on watermarked cotton paper
Cursive letters script the words
of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme.
The ardent sonata was written
by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.***
The blood red ink bled through
the white wrinkled cotton pages;
musical notes dried by the warmth
of glowing Moon Beams radiance
in the subtle pollination breeze...
The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out!
Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;
a feral essence echoed
through the eerie silence
of the distant horizon,
bringing helpless lovers to their knees.
The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon
stained midnight lullaby,
were emotions quilled,
blending an aura accenting
organic warmth of tones...
The native maple trees'
flowering canopies of Spring
released a dusty yellow pollen
onto the watermarked cotton sheets.
In a moment of rapturous intimacy,
an elixir of intoxicating bliss
illumined the achingly euphoric moments.
A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;
savored ecstasy released
into a passionate song of love …
That poignant melody forever lingers,
like hieroglyphics on the walls
of some long lost abandoned cave.
Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked
onto the brattice canvas
of a musical Minstrel’s
melodic montage ...
Watch the artiste’s fingers
prancing graceful ballet
Worn down catgut strings
***moan
weep
purr***
crying out lustfully.
as if it were
enraptured lovers'
breathless sighs
the rhythm’s cadence
whispers a masterpiece
in an infinite
harmonious time...
The tempo’s lines
Phrasing…
...hush...!
♪♫♪ ~ ♫ ♪♪
Listen to the pictures flow...
Listen to the weeping guitar strings
of the passionate troubadour
stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.
The ebb and flow
of the musical rhythm's throb
arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic allure,
throwing incandescent shadows
that dance around Moonbeams.
Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing
in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;
Bluebonnet Lupine
swirl and tango
with the moonlit breeze.
Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts
with spring’s churning romantic haze;
rekindling this fleeting memories recital.
The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song
now yearn to be set free ~
Timbre without reverberation …
The twilight serenade was never penned
to be hidden from the Nightingale
A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament
to be abandoned like a broken dream;
fading unnoticed into forevermore ―
Unsung, unsaid, unreleased,
unrequited
through eternity…
The maestro Coyote
is a wilderness troubadour
illumined under the gloaming
full moon’s spell.
Howling soulfully...
wailing impulsively ~
... crying hopefully
pleading mournfully
lamenting
the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ...
A bitter sweet musical embryo of love
found and lost
below
the full Blue Moon’s
glistening light…
© H. Rivers ... 2012, 2013
all rights reserved
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
I love to share my soul with someone nice
I love to said the poems under my soul
I love to say to the grey sky
I love to see the grey clouds alone
I love to hear sounds of souls
I love to remember everything around me
I love to write poems to you
I love the sound of quietness
I love the memories in the mist place
I love the darkness in the ocean blue
I love to open eyes under the black sea
I love to close my eyes when I hear your soul.
My poems is slow dance with your words; My words is dancing in the blue moon under my soul.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
*Clouds are as thin as satin
The cool breeze caresses our faces
Millions of stars gleam so bright
Like no other I describe the night
There I see your eyes ever so pretty
Jaw-dropped as they look at mine
Your face defines such beauty
That It cursed me with dementia
Your lips is as red as velvet
Cured my color blindness
As they move as you speak
I can't respond, I'm tongue-tied
The warmth of your embrace
Overthrew the coldness afar
As both our eyes collides
I fell more in love with you
I stare in your lips one more time
For they kept me in astonishment
Oh I really wanted to kiss them
Yet I can't cause I can't
I know that time will come
All I have to do is to keep my faith
Under this bright blue moon
I promise, with all my heart, I will wait*
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Hello Blue Moon.
How you look so lovely and bright and I do so notice your shade tonight.
It's said that your suppose to bring about change. Oh, how I could use some now.
As I gaze up and think of all that has pasted and yet I'm reminded of your eyes and I begin to remember the tiny details of your face.
Hello Blue Moon
Do you think somewhere out there someone's thinking of me? The way I'm thinking and waiting on thee. Oh, how I love that idea, but it couldn't be? For I've seen their true colors and I know where I stand.
Hello Blue Moon
How lonely I feel with these thoughts still the sight of you brings me hope. So dark and quiet as the world around me sleeps soundly and I'm so alone within. Why do I find it hard to get over you?
Hello Blue Moon
How you shine so bright and allow me to soak up your light.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
A Moon Infused By Blue Hue
Zoetic... Poetic...
DLR
31/07/15
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
All the lovers stand under the moonlight
Holding hands while the sky is so bright
For them to be together forever
They must stay until the midnight is over
And I am here under the stars
Looking at the same moon with lonely scars
Alone, the cold wind whispered to me
"Someone's waiting for you, too. You will see."
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
The crowds, slithering down the aisles
aimless yet ordered, manoeuvering
shopping carts and metal baskets
Welcome to the lower class, the minion slave tied to the renting a house instead of a home. The climate is too harsh not to have shelter. They shop at thrift stores and outfit themselves for twenty bucks, hell they can find a living room for under a hundred dollars or bones or what ever you want to call them, that magic thing called Ca$h.
All those people spending that cash, in most cases, hard earned.
How did this ever happen * The Consumer they call us
We save a lot of money
Spending money we don't got.
Ownership is the problem.. How does someone have the right to stake a claim to a chunk of land, then parcel it off and make money selling it.
The Earth belongs to all of us.
The rich will go forward and lay claim to any planet they can reach for its natural resources.. How the hell can we let that happen. The Universe is ours, it belongs to everybody. We will leave this dirt and venture back when it has healed.
I can see them harvesting asteroids and riding comets, waving there Stetsons
And hootin' yee haw as they speed through the galaxy, trying to hold onto their imagined power. The making up the rules as they go along.
Sometimes I just have to ignore everything and create my own little world.
A world where I trust my dead friends for sure. I don't know about everyone else.
Leave everything all behind finding some real peace. Not this chanting about it, but shaping it and moving it like the malleable construct that it is....
if you can call it a construct... and if you can't then 'what the hell'.
We are more than we know, more than we claim.. the People can be the power
We can start again, start all over before we swallow ourselves whole... and in part. Dismembered for certain. Dismembered and sent to the other side of the country, or half way around the world.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC