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"moonman" poems
Now for years I haven’t seen him nor know if he is alive or dead the shadowy man who floated like dream each moonlight on the roof surfaced! When from my window his silhouette I caught saw him on his voyage embark the moon stalker day’s small-time clerk wove a magic spell on my thought! As the moon came over the eastern edge silver orbed in her glorious rebirth he would be there lost in his gaze like a moonman stuck on the earth! Madly his eyes riveted on the sky in pursuit of gain unknown as if once unmoored to her he would fly leaving this world disowned! Hours passed by his wonder not ebbed eased not the moon stalker's trance it seemed to me moon's waning he grieved mourned dimming of her silvery dance! Each full moon saw this unfailing zeal on the roof two lovers' meet his eyes sky bound till he had his fill the moonman on earthly transit!
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Moon Stalker
Sometimes I imagine, I'm the man on the moon. Brought to this existence, Entirely to soon. Without choice was I, Cast into this role, While being forced to watch, All the beauty and wonder below. To watch the youth, Rumble and tumble, Grow fair and strong, See their joy and their trouble. Unable to lend hand, Or participate, Simply from afar, All this I must take. To see a love flourish, And the agony of loss, I'd give all of my mass, To be a part of their flock. As the ultimate outsider, No chance to be held... As the ultimate outsider, In the distance I dwell...
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Being Moonman...
my soul may be singing but my eyes are bleeding from pain i am breathing it sings through my being and my ears keep ringing i’m reaching for meaning but blinded from seeing the truth in my thinking i wish i could know why the stars keep on blinking why the moonman’s singing or why i wake up in a dream where i’m sleeping?
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
cosmic curiosities
. *he lays perfectly still, with his back, one with the ground. his hand, tracking the cadence in his chest, as he milks poetry out of the moon.* .
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
Moonman
So, stare up at noon with stars up at night I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might Stare up to you, quiet goodbye Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days I’ll see you son, and in your stays Stare up to one, why, it would wave Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it Moonman/Sunman Moonman/Sunman
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
Moonman/Sunman