"moonface" poems
my skin
is thin and
swimmingly scrim.
the moonface
pushpulls me.
i am
moved
too much.
i am
not enough
mover.
i am *****
given,
all too often.
i am
not
me -
i am you
in your supine
palm.
i matter
little.
my
molecules
are
fast
becoming
transparent,
vibrating with the sound
of your voice, which
seems real
-so real-
real
like
when
the kitchen
sink
disposal
runs.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
Now
I posted a poem or two
which grabbed the eyes
of a dozen or so
like glue;
but now I’d like someone to tell me
what I should do
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I mean,
I got a few followers, right…
*“Latenight ****** started following you”*
said the notice from the website;
and: “ Moonface at Window started following you”
but I got no comments from the followers
so I have no idea what sort of people they are -
and now, hey, I’m so afraid of all these followers
(these Moonies and Loonies)
I constantly look back over my shoulders
to see if they are following me
And everywhere I go
every other person looks so sus
and when I’m out
(wont to water more often, as it happens at my age)
I visit public toilets (McDonald’s is often cleanest)
and I get this feeling
(deep down in me)
my followers are hiding
in the ceiling
watching me
dadadidado –
But please, O don’t look down on me!
And the rest of you decent people -
will you please tell me what to dadadidado?
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And look,
I got all these likes -
which is good, right?
“Pimply Whanker liked this”
***** TouchBottom liked this”*
is all it says
And don’t you hate it
when they don’t leave a comment? –
And now, I’ll never know
what it is they liked…
Can someone fix me right -
what should I dadadidado??
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
Why is man designed to die?
Perchance, perchance I wonder why.
The world may become too populated.
Weigh too much, of worldly worries.
Planet had a thundering head.
Just wishes she may go to bed.
Whistling winds.
Drums of thunder.
Deluged by rain.
Sit and wonder.
Count on the fingers of one hand.
Where pleasantries belie the land.
Moonface is watching, through curtains that twitch.
Death,although horrid is surely a gift.
(c)LIVVI
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
The night hath fallen and
I
frantically search the forest floor for tracks of my accomplice
under a pale moonface
smiling through opaque canopies
I
hysterically amass twigs and brush and assemble a beacon fire
SOS
SOS
SOS
alone and detached
I
take comfort in the trees spinning yarn
telling acorn to oak parables
counting their rings of ancient times
I
build bunkers from birch bark
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
if not for my accomplice's return
I
shall find peace and solitude away from savage beasts who dwell in city centres
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Dear Moonface,
can I have a room at your place?
somewhere high in the magic faraway tree
would suit me
admirably
And dear Mr Saucepan man
I know that you're deaf but I can shout
to help you out.
It will give me a thrill if you say that you will..
..rent me a room.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Regards.
.from your friend waiting at the worlds end.
John.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
Before i know it i got scared of the dark
which is a bit shameful, for all my life
i've been hanging at the sky
bathing the path of lost souls with my light
My mother said i was the moon
My father said moonface was only a side effect
but my face stays true to its moon nature
although now it has lost its sun
Before i know it i came back to the past
where the only taste i know is of medicine
and i keep stumbling in hospital halls
trying to silence my own feet
Is it even possible to time travel backwards
to a time that has never happened?
I keep remembering the things i've never known
I keep hiding the secrets i've never had
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
I FELL ASLEEP WITH TOBYS MOONFACE
PUSHED UP FULL IN MINE
AS HE PURRED AND RIZZLED BESIDE MY EAR
AS I DREAMED I CARRESSED HIS VELVET SHAPE
AND HIS MEWING ENTERED MY MELTING CONSCIOUSNESS
TRANSPORTING ME TO A DAWN OF MAMMOTHS AND SABRETOOTHED TIGERS
THEN HE LEFT THE LAIR AND WENT TO DRINK AT THE OASIS
AND FORAGE IN HIS URBAN JUNGLE FOR HEDGEHOGS
I COULD NOT PROTEST WHEN HE PLACED
A SEA OF RAINBOWS IN MY HANDS
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
Ommmmmmmmm
Bert Newton finishes at 83
Ommmmmmmmm
He has been on a lot of TV
Ommmmmmmmm
Like Safeway new faces
Which is the old version of Australia’s got talent etc
Ommmmmmmmm
He hosted FORD SUPERQUIZ with his wife
Ommmmmmmmm
He had his own talk shows like the Bert Newton show and good morning Australia
Ommmmmmmmm
He now will be joining his former co star don lane when he helped don put on his show
Ommmmmmmmm
He went on 3XY radio to do a Saturday morning kids radio show
Ommmmmmmmm
In 1961 Bert Newton and graham Kennedy did a 2 hour morning on 3 AK
Ommmmmmmmm
Now he is reunited with Kennedy in the cosmos
Ommmmmmmmm
He won a few gold Logies as well as hosting the Logies
Ommmmmmmmm
And I remember when the Newton family joined forces to perform at the Sidney Meyer music bowl for the Christmas carols
Ommmmmmmmm
Chow Bert Newton
And I hope your next life has many interesting stories to come out of it
Like this one
Ommmmmmmmm
R I P Bert Newton chow
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 8:20 AM UTC