#npmmoon
She waxes, she wanes.
Grows and descends.
Such beauty such elegance.
The moon, really is the sun's descendant.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
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Under fish scale skies—breaks the sun,
In myriad eyes, beamed longing across
Stupendous arcs in highest procession,
As we make our way in glittering dream.
Under quilted clouds, in rains we swim,
Wrapped in fibers and whim, a webbing
Embrace and steeples of mind to shim,
As we enter the waters from a shooting.
As child we ask, 'do we return to whence
We came, or do we end, after days, time,
Thru sorrows and bliss and sleep but lent,
Balm for us to bear loss of spent dream'?
Under winking stars and full faced moon,
We sing our songs writing a story loosed
And pray our hands, to a feather will turn,
As we make our way thru glittering dream.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like the moon
Some days I'm bright and cheerful
Eager to give love to all
Other days I'm cautious
Still bright, but not as honest
A few days you only get
The slightest glimpse
Of my heart and my smile
And then there comes a day
Where I shut everyone out
The sun is dark in my eyes
Because even I can't stand myself
But it always gets better
And I always shine bright once more
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
On distant mountain
Cold alone but not lonely
Howling with the moon
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
I’m in love with the moon
For it never leaves me when the night comes full
It gives light in the dark sky
Which makes me love even more the night
I’m in love with moon
For it shows up every night
When I’m all alone and wanted to plight
When I’m sad and there is no one beside
And I am wishing that you are the moon
So that you’ll never leave me when the night comes full
And you will give me light
Under the sky of the night
But you will never be the moon
For the moon is consistent every night
While you are away and not by my side
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
With the pack
Hunting
Blood upon the breeze
Coursing through our veins
Changing, on our knees
Pray with the pack
Running
The taste of fresh meat
Biting, and clawing
Something, good to eat
Howling with the pack
Screaming
Waking in the morn
Naked and remembering
Another Werewolf, born
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
the hungry moon possesses a mysterious silver blowtorch
we burn in the neon deliverance of
reflected light
a baffling massacre of comprehension
this universe
that moon
a barbaric balloon billowing, bobbling
suspended, aching above city skylights
an orb filled with the cinders of everyone's
feverish dreams
this night has eaten our sun
in a sauce of stars and churning
cosmic milk
narcotic planetary stallions
galloping across the black vast
marbled table
of space
my bed a casket, my head an airpot
of dangerous fradulent circuitry and
rusted ginger
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
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Under fish scale skies—breaks the sun,
In myriad eyes, beamed longing across
Stupendous arcs in highest procession,
As we make our way in glittering dream.
Under quilted clouds, in rains we swim,
Wrapped in fibers and whim, a webbing
Embrace and steeples of mind to shim,
As we enter the waters from a shooting.
As child we ask, 'do we return to whence
We came, or do we end, after days, time,
Thru sorrows and bliss and sleep but lent,
Balm for us to bear loss of spent dream'?
Under winking stars and full faced moon,
We sing our songs writing a story loosed
And pray our hands, to a feather will turn,
As we make our way thru glittering dream.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
I am the moon that always keeps a part of herself hidden, but I am always the full moon for you.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
the moon is pink
a hallucination
of spring-time beauties-
forever serenade my soul
the moon
with its lovely
lavender & white hues
adored like a bouquet of roses
it was my illusion,
a dreamer's fantasy
my lamb in the
darkness
it served as a guide
in a world
without much beauty-
enveloped in madness
the stars
gather around
like angels on a
distant heaven on earth
my dream
had only been
an accidentally
fatal glance
the moon could
never be pink
just a myth
i tried desperately
to believe
(b.d.s.)
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
High up there, I glance at you
You hide again, sometimes peeping,
While I put aside
My worries for this day.
Waves and curves seem to shroud you
This early April evening
Though you are perfectly rounded.
We watch each other,
You eye me down,
I look above, to you...
We speak in our silence,
With me, listening,
Offering all the warmth i could share with you,
For, your Ivory white light, is cold and distant
Unlike your warm yellow crescent
.........of some nights ago....
This evening, you awake in me
Dormant, unsettling thoughts,
I am confused, yet,
You show me a panoramic view of faces
They dwell in my mind as I gaze at you
But there is this brilliant one
That smiles beneath your moon glow
It stares me in the eye,
Speaks to me, without words...
My breathing evens out,
It becomes a melody
Because the time has arrived...
These few moments,
When restlessness drifts away
As you shine down on me
When impatience departs from me,
And I am calmed suddenly
And I don't know what else to think of...
For, this evening,
You, and this brilliant face have once again
........comforted me....
I am warmed, I am glad.
I am now smiling, looking up, at you,
My April moon, I bid you goodnight,
I am beaming, as silently...I thank you....
(A repost of an older poem...edited)
Sally
Copyright April 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Alas,
from this god
of night
and
a glowing light
Only words
of silence
both day
and night
Alas, his love
beams
come to me
loyal,
honest
and true
night
after night
after night,
after night
Alas, my words
of love
and
poetic verses
all penned
for his delight
this moon god
of love
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
luna, my love
my constant,
is he looking at you tonight too
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
its a full moon tonight.
many will watch it in earnest,
wishing upon its light.
enjoying its momentary visit,
the way the evening is lit.
brightly, you see plants different.
the green is seen.
two AM in Europe now.
and they watch the full moons show.
we supposedly see reflections of it,
in the middle of the day,
of the full moon, we are seeing some
reflection "on the other side of the world".
while the glow is admired time zones away.
"its why iii love the moon".
its basic in what it says.
its communication is visual.
things are not as they seem to be,
the magic we are searching is out tonight.
my body pulses as I wait.....
reunion taking place. my energy
bubbles with anticipation.
your touch is soon to be here.
I smell the scent.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
I used to stare at the moon
In wonder.
The size of a pencil eraser
And bigger than my head,
All at once.
It was magical.
Now I stare at the moon
With hatered.
Another day wasted,
Another 24 hours spent,
Another miserable night.
My possibilities are limited,
Weigheted down by finance
Shrunk by stress.
I am smaller than a pencil eraser
To the big, gigantic, moon.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
didn’t care about
the moon
‘til I saw her
lunar skin
didn’t understand
her eyes
‘til I saw the stars
within
didn’t treasure her
fair feet
‘til they touched
Orion’s belt
didn’t know about
the night
‘til she lit up
all I felt.
#npmmoon
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
Tonight ,
Moon shines bright ,
Guides with its light ,
everyone lost.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Full moon beams
Illuminate the battered seams
In this otherwise perfect
Sea of dreams
A place where I am
Exposed as a drunken sham
As the moonlight sonata
Fills the airs empty bottle with a dram
A tragic fool
I must be a tool
For this grand orchestra
Oh how fate can be cruel
No one to blame
Except my want for fame
And here after the show
The winds shakes my weary frame
So as the lights go dark
And hades dogs bark
I have but one regret
That I never put a bullet
In my heart
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
A full moon suspended
In a slate grey sky
Wisps of clouds illuminated
As they drift casually by.
Stars sparkle brightly
Un-obscured by any cloud
The Milky Way packed tightly
Where thousands seem to crowd.
Aeroplanes criss- cross the skies
For far off cities bound
Cats and dogs night time cries
The only other sounds
Moths and many other creatures
Flutter furiously in the light
Spiders crawl from cracks and fissures
In their element at night
A serene and soothing silence
Steadily descends
Night in all of its magnificence
As yet another day ends.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC