#moon
The billowing sea
bows down dancing,
the cool one comes—
with love,
as if with a flute on the lips,
rising from the deep.
Listen to the flute.
Chorus clouds sing,
drifting down the blue river—
so mellifluous, into the sky they soar!
From the secret valley,
the punter sun ambles in,
carrying wonderlight,
as if it knows the flutist’s art—
knows the rise from the sea’s bedrock.
Every planet spins—
a flying bee drawn to the inner music.
Nothing pauses in the solar ring.
The Moon, waning and waxing,
in silhouette and half-light,
sways above the sea full of life.
It all began on this Earth, from our sea—
Him, the Sweet Creative Maestro rose from the midst,
and lifted the sun, the bumblebee.
All the stars in the galaxy
follow still—
they can't forget the ancient story.
Since then,
the sun, brightest in the band,
leads the mindful dance
enduring, homeward—
still following
the haunting, eternal tune, pure mighty
the one command: Qun. Be.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Art, a smile like the one
on the face of Mona Lisa.
Curved like the waxing moon
above the sea.
Light a flame before a face
yet to be seen.
What will it prevail,
will it show once for all
a slow tilt on the smiling lips
—a curve softly locks on
a rose from the sun,
or a shadow beneath the moon?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
I.
The moon sings the languid flower,
to bloom at midnight hour
Harmonious feast transpires -
luminescent choir
Petals mirror la hue de Luna,
but pale below her glow
Though the desert sweet aroma,
is fragrance plus photo
Neither causing nightly failure,
in idyllic charm
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
II.
The moon a long gone distant rock,
yet pulls on ocean tops
Cereus lures with sweetest tricks,
and stings with countless licks
Battered holy asteroid face,
woos flawless solar gaze
And even though it causes mire,
lunar eclipses fire
The cactus thrives in driest sands,
and chokes in fertile lands
Alluring lonesome wanderers,
promising mere water
The lucid beauty bewilders,
as much as it can haunt
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
III.
You, once my cereus and moon,
were drowned in my love well
Perhaps, I was this to you too,
though your hole I’d not delve
However, what was first velvet,
morphed into devil’s horns
Winter shed those thorns in my chest,
now spring gifts hope and more
The icy grips of each winter,
provides spring fuel to spark
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
IV.
Although we've gone on our own ways,
I wouldn’t change the past
For each step was necessary,
to find true love at last
We were once greater together.
I’m now greater apart.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.
Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
I wanted to reach out to the sky
not to touch any star
just to whisper to the Moon
'How beautiful are you'!
I was still, stunned on the ground
wandering down the sunrise hill.
In the midst of the morning breeze
I heard of a whispering
‘The eyes in the sky gaze to the ground’.
So close to me that drew
as if that whispered to me ‘tell me about you’!
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
A thousand and one sunrise
painted the first light time and again.
Yet it gets lost vanishes in one twilight.
Millions of stars witness
that it gets pitch black.
But one doesn't lose the sight,
one doesn't lose the sway!
Still, the night hooks
the Moon in the dark.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
It streams down eye to eye
from the unseen but the all seeing.
Far from the Mars far from the Neptune
skipping all the planets hanging in space
only on the cheek of earth, a drop of tear fell.
Every angel in the heavens' shore
has heard of this lore.
It’s timeless long mesmerising beautiful.
Far from the blue yonder sky
hunky dory is delighting to the eyes
the stunner is made to measure.
A tear in the corner of the eye
as if it's diagonally weighed down
with the 360-degree open looking sky.
As close as within a fingertip comes the Moon
still, a sea is ahead forever untouchable!
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Hot chocolate no longer tastes like chocolate
Tea gets me as drunk as wine
I get about as high on cannabis as I would rosemerry or thyme
The clocks in my house have stopped ticking
Though I never stop to check
There's a litter of stray kittens, outside my door, on the front step
Although time has stopped passing
And the gods have fallen asleep
I still find myself laughing
That I've wept to much to weep
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
When the sun
is a sleeping beauty at night
shining on the Moon!
The night is wake
is a stunner far cuter.
It knows no cold foot
is on the move.
The full wax of the starry
sky keeps awake.
But none could chart a line
exposing a beautiful
night in the veil, no one
says a single word.
The first one perhaps that
dared to open the mouth
only to be speechless
to be lost for word!
Not a night or two ago but
since the dawning of the time!
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
*The surf provides lullabies
as ocean echoes roll.
Too soon, the sunlight glitters
as the dawn turns gray to gold.
I wake and I rub my eyes
beside the sandy beach
My love beside me, languid lips
within an easy reach.
I whisper, sweet good mornings
as your dreams I brush away.
You stretch and yawn, responding to
requests to "come and play".
Lingered memories caress,
of last night's rising moon
with silver waves and ripples,
beyond the dark lagoon.
In shades of colors that mix and smudge
you take your time, no rush
My ******* tingle, at the thought
upon my skin, spreads flush.
In reverie, flutters reminisce,
your wanton body on mine.
Whispered moans in my ear, you ******
"I'm yours", I hear on rewind.*
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
I only took the moon, veiled in my cube;
I drew her innate water off — but not for good.
Now the sun can’t take its eyes
off the blindfolded black moon!
Off this night, the sunup is yet to unleash—
the dawn, let alone the tucked-away noon!
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.
On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.
Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.
In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.
Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
011717
(Para sa lahat ng mga tumatakbo, mga napilayan at napaltusan. Para sa mga gusto nang huminto pero may humihila sayo pabalik na hindi mabuo-buo ang loob **** lumisan kasi pagod ka na rin sa katatakbo. Oo, ayos lang maging totoo't amining pagod ka na. Natakot kang humarap sa mundo pagkat napuno ka ng sari't saring mga isyu sa buhay mo, kaya akala mo walang saysay ang bawat salaysay. Akala mo, wala nang nais makinig sa bawat kwento **** tila paulit-ulit na lang. Akala mo, tuldok na at wala nang kasunod pa. Wala kang matakbuhan at lagi ka na lang tumatakas. Oo, nasanay ka na at akala mo ayos lang at tama yun. Nagtatago ka sa dilim at ayaw **** lumantad, natakot kang makita yung totoong ikaw kasi ayaw **** mahusgahan o makaani ng masasakit na salita. Natakot kang magtiwala ulit pero pag lumantad ka, doon ka lang pala makalalaya. Saksi ang lahat ng nilikha sayong pag-amin na hindi mo kayang mag-isa, na ayaw mo nang mamuhay nang may paglihim. Na gusto mo nang magbago at patuloy na lumaban -- lumaban nang patas at ayaw mo nang talikuran ang nakaraan. Na gusto mo nang harapin ang mga hindi matapus-tapos na mga isyu sa buhay mo -- mga isyung tila mga sundalong kalansay buhat sa nakaraang kailangan mo nang sugpuin. Oo, kaya mo. Oo, kaya Niya sa buhay mo. Buhay ka pa, humihinga ka pa. Kaya mo yan!)
Ayokong palipasin ang sandali nang pagpikit -- habang nakasandal ka sa kalangitan. Habang iniisip **** hindi mo Ako kayang abutin. Iniisip mo sigurong kinaligtaan Kita, na hindi na Kita tinitingnan pagkat mas pinili **** magtago sa dilim. Akala mo siguro'y hindi ko alam kung nasaan ka -- kung saan at paano mo isinantabi ang sarili mo kaya't hindi Ko maibuhos ang pagpapala Ko sayo. Oo, kasi umiiwas ka, umiilag ka at nilalayuan mo Ako.
Hindi Ako nakikipaglaro ng Tagu-taguan sayo kung saan ay ihahatak mo ang iyong sarili palayo sa Akin at itatatak sa puso't isipang hindi ka na pupuwedeng lumantad hangga't wala pa ang liwanag. Naghihintay lang Ako, naghihintay Ako kung saan mo Ako pinasandal at sa bawat melodiya't pag-indak ng mga ulap na wari mo'y nagtatago rin Ako, noon pa ma'y inilantad Ko na ang Aking sarili sayo. Hinihintay Kitang magpasakop sa Ilaw Ko, nang magkusa kang magpataya sa Akin gamit ang Aking mga yakap.
Pagkat hindi mo na kailangan pang magtago -- hindi mo na kailangang maghintay nang napakatagal para lamang masabi **** nahilom ka na. Ang paglantad mo ay siyang pagsuko mo at bagamat ito'y pagsuko, makinig ka: naging matapang ka na. Hindi mo na kailangang yumukong tangan-tangan ang hiya pagkat sa iyong pagpapakumbaba'y itataas Kita gamit ang aking Ngalan at titingala ka na. Matititigan Mo na rin Ako, makikilala mo na rin Ako.
Iba't iba man ang anyo Ko'y Ako pa rin ito. May ipinapaabot lamang Ako sayo nang mas maging malapit tayo sa isa't isa. Igagawad Ko sayo ang aking lakas kasabay nang pagbitaw Ko ng mga Salita. At kahit gabi na'y mag-iilaw at mag-aapoy ka pa rin pagkat ikaw na ang magiging taya. Ikaw na ang maghahanap sa mga nawawala't magbubukas ng pintuan para sa mga nagtatago't nagpabaon na sa dilim.
Wag **** tulugan ang dilim pagkat parating na ang Umaga kung kailan at kung saa'y mas magiging lantad na ang lahat. Babangon Ako hindi bilang Buwan na may pakislap na liwanag ngunit bilang Haring Araw at susugpuin ang dilim. Wala nang makapagtatago pa pagkat magiging hayag na ang lahat.
Kaya Anak, wag kang matakot at ngayon pa lang ay ihayag mo ang iyong sarili sa Aking liwanag -- sa Aking liwanag na papandong sayo at uutos sa dilim nang tuluyan mo nang masilayan ang iyong sarili -- ang iyong sariling may pagpupunyagi. Maghanda ka, malapit na ang pagdating Ko. Maghanda ka, magkakasama na rin Tayo.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
*Sun flickered 'pon your eyes
scintillating as the seas,
dappled with the chemistry
of a thousand swooning moons*
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky.
And saw the clouds passing by.
The Moon was peeping through the clouds.
To me it seemed so fake; like a plastic in a vase !
But if I had a mind,
I could write about Pluto, Jupiter and Mars.
I could folio on a rainbow from Venus,
and have breakfast with stars.
Or I could spin the galaxies,
And play pinball with them.
But, I felt so helpless and small;
'Immense', that is what I could say in all !
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
*My moon drips silver;
Gliding from its craters, flown
Across galaxies
Alien beings
Stare at its state; leaking a
Peak at what it is
But the moon's just the
Moon to us; nothing more than
A dab to the sky
How I wonder the
Way y'all see it tonight; can
You find the beauty?*
~Or is it just the moon?~
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.
I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.
I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.
I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.
I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.
I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
does the moon get tired?
***~for the children who never tire of moon gazing upon the dock,
by the light of the fireflies,
till the angels are dispatched by Nana,
to sprinkle sleepy dust in their eyelashes so long and fine~***
<•>
while walking the dog I no longer have,
a happenstance glanceable up over the River East,
there you were, mr. moon, in all your fulsomeness ,
surrounded by a potpourri of courtier clouds,
all deferentially bowing, waving,
passing past you at a demure royal speed on their way
perhaps,
to Rebecca's northern London,
of was it south to grace of v V v's Texas^,
in any event,
the cloudy ladies, all bustling and curvaceous,
all high stepping in recognition of your exalted place,
Master of the Night Sky
We,
the word careless, poets excessive,
sometimes called silly poppies, old men,
left footed, still crazy after many years,
most assuredly poets false all of us,
without a proper prior organized thought train,
outed,
bludgeon blurted,
an inquiry preposterous and strange,
strait directed to the sombre face,
to mister moon himself!
tell me moon, do you ever tire?
the obeisant clouds shocked
as that face we all uniform know,
unchanged anywhere you might go to gaze, be looking upon it,
watched the moon's face turn askew.
He looking down at our rude puzzlement,
with a Most Parisian askance,
a look of French ahem moustacheoed disbelief,
while we watched as the moon cherubic cheeks
filled with airy atmosphere,
then he sighed
so windy winding, was it,
so mountain high and river deep,
that those chubby clouds were blown off course,
from a starless NYC sky
all the way past Victoria Station,
only to stop at Pradip and Bala's
mysterious land of
bolly-dancing India,
on their way to Sally's Bay of Manila,
magic places all!
Mr. Moon looked down at this one tremulous fool representative
(me) and in a voice
basso beaming and starry sonorous,
befitting its stellar positioning,
squinting to get a closer look at the
who in whom
dare address him in such an emboldened manner!
*Mmmmm, recognize you, you are among those
who use my presence, steal my lighted beams, my silver aura,
my supermoon powered light, borrow my eclipses,
reveal my changeling shaped mystery without permission,
only mine to give, you tiny borrowers who write that thing,
p o e t r y*
head and kneed, bowed and bent,
I confessed
(on y'alls behalf)
we take your luminosity and don't spare you
even a tuppence, a lonely rupee, no royalties paid
to you-up-so-highness,
and we hereby apologize for all the poets
without exception,
especially those moon besotted,
only love poem writing,
vraiment misbegotten scoundrels....
with another sigh equality powerful,
mr moon pushed those clouds across the Pacifica,
all the way to the US's West Coast,
up to Colorado,
where moon-takings from the lake's reflecting light
so perfect for rhyming, kayaking,
and moonlight overthrowing,
once more, the moon taken and begotten,
nightly,
as heaven- freely-granted
*yes, I tire
and though here I am much beloved,
usually admired though sometimes even blackened cursed,
seen in every school child's drawing,
in Nasa's calculations,
of my influential gravitational pull,
moving human hearts
to love and giving Leonard a musical compositional hint,
and while this admirable devotion is most delighting,
would it upset some vast eternal plan,
if but one of you once asked,
you fiddler scribblers
my prior permission,
even by just, a lowly
mesmerizing evening tide's tenderizing glance?*
*yes, I tire,
even though my cycles are variable,
my shape shifting unique, my names so at variance
in all your many musical sing-song dialectical languages,
my sway, my tidal currents so powerful a deterrence,
unlike my boring older sunny cousine who just cannot get over
how hot looking she is,
I, so more personally interesting,
yet you use me as if I were a fixture,
on and off with
a tug of the chain string,
never failing to appear,
even when feeling pale yellow and orange wan,
and worse,
mocked as an amore pizza pie,
do you ever ask how I am doing?*
*yes, I tire,
of my constant circuitous route that changes ever so slowly,
but yet, too fast for me to make some nice human acquaintances, especially those young adoring children
who give me their morn pleasurable squeals when they awake and my presence still there,
a shining ghost of a guardianship protector still
watching over them*
*how oft in life do we presume,
take for granted
grants so extra-ordinary
that we forget to remember
the extra
and see only the ordinary
how oft in life do we assume,
the every day is always every,
until it is not,
only an only
a now and then,
till then,
is no longer a
now*
<>
oh moon, oh moon,
our richest apologies
we hereby tender and surrender,
our arrogance beyond belief,
what can we offer in relief?
silence heard loud and clear,
mr. moon was gone,
a satellite in motion,
so our words burnt up in the atmosphere
unheard
we did not weep
nor huff and puff,
blow those clouds back to us,
for we knew
the extraordinary
would return tomorrow,
we will be ready,
better another day,
to prepare
a lunar composition,
a psalm of hallelujah praise,
for mr. moon
of which
mr moon will never tire,
for filled with the perma-warmth
of our affection
for the one we call mr.moon
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
I won't promise you
The moon un the sky
But i will give you
My heart.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
I can make you feel loved,
I can take the weight of the world off your shoulder,
but only if you ask me to.
I can take you places,
fill all your blank spaces.
This love is silent,
so I don't speak a word
Because I am nothing like the moon.
My light will never be as bright.
I'm nothing that you'd admire from afar,
gazing at with wonder.
I thought I understood it.
That I could grasp the reality of it,
but you make it hard
because you're the stuff and dust dreams are made of.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
The moon is still hanging low
since it came down so close.
The seven seas dance
beneath her polished feet
but could never touch it.
Then the intact moon,
in fact, did unleash
only when one popped
out ahead of the rest.
Down from the earth
luminary Muhammad
Peace be upon him
pointed his finger towards it
and into two halves did the Moon split!
But the man wouldn’t touch it
and remained with us all
with every human the Moon dwarfs!
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
In crowds of shade,
In the place near the start.
There is only one face.
And she said with her last ounces of blood dripping from her face, with the last gasps of air she will ever know…
“There is a moon, there is a sun, and there are the stars. You were the moon among stars, I was the sun chasing you around the world.”
The words poured out like my tears as I held her closer turning her chin so I can stare into her fading eyes...
“I may have been with all those stars, but they’re all the same. They burn out fast, so it won’t last. You were the star of stars, and I was chasing you around the world.”
I watched the glow from her face leave as it walked off with my sanity. I pulled her in closer, tightly, with all my might.
I was hoping I would be able to hold her so tight that she would become apart of me.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
☾
Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.
☼
Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
~.~.~.~
floating
on the breeze
swirling
in a swoon
laments in
blue and purple
are the
petals of the moon
waned a
crescent of a flower
waxed to
cabbage rose
now the
tight held tithes
sift down
in
airy
floes
lying in the grass
of a dark
wide-open
field
sweet
swanning
petals find me
moon's offerings
revealed
i inhale their
fragrance
their light sweet perfume
they cover me
with kisses
the
petals
of
the
moon
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
I love the moonlight.
Almost like an invitation to a far away dreamland.
But even the moonlight becomes you.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC