tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post3557221064432679504..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: Full MoonLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-39221641836462278822009-08-14T23:29:13.165-07:002009-08-14T23:29:13.165-07:00Thanks, Christine!Thanks, Christine!Sanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07546569553603942919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-20665839837937905412009-08-12T15:52:56.042-07:002009-08-12T15:52:56.042-07:00Out within the night's embrace
It is almost as...Out within the night's embrace<br />It is almost as bright as day<br />The round moon shines down on my face<br />Casting shadows along its way<br /><br />I walk amongst the stars tonight<br />My skin glows and my voice hushes<br />The sweet caress of white midnight light<br />Tickles me wherever it touches<br /><br />The sweet breeze takes my heart away<br />Up with it in beauty's dance<br />My eyes follow, and so does my soul<br />As it kisses the moon goodnightDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-66797328961484107712009-08-12T08:12:24.441-07:002009-08-12T08:12:24.441-07:00Sanity - I loved your story ....or was it the trut...Sanity - I loved your story ....or was it the truth????christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09333731893253823414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-36741319814236488862009-08-10T08:52:03.647-07:002009-08-10T08:52:03.647-07:00Lover, you are a false prophet!
You caress my win...Lover, you are a false prophet!<br /><br />You caress my window pane each night<br />with your empty promises of companionship. You assure me that you are there for me, as a beacon<br />reaching out to the multitudes at sea.<br /><br />You swoon your silent love's lament at the portal to my soul. And like a fool I bat my eyelashes and wonder when if ever, you will finally allow me to feel the warmth of touch.<br /><br />You gaze back silently into my tired eyes as if you are overwhelmed by all you have to say to me, unable to put feelings into melodic, tempting words.<br /><br />And as I await your sweet nothings, you do naught but hold my baited breath as a master holds a cell door key. Yes, like a moth slowly circling the flame; I am drawn by the sheer beauty of your magnificant glow. I can not divert my eyes from your celestial body.<br /><br />Yet, at the end of each night, as the sun creeps upon the horizon, I am left with empty arms yet again, wondering what I have done to drive you from my embrace. And as I fade off into sleep, I know that you will return again to torment me with your soothing silence and cruelty routine of parading across your catwalk in all your glory.<br /><br />I am left but to ache for, admire and applaud you, false prophet!<br /><br />by Paul ReveredAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-42075577327808864872009-08-09T16:01:06.031-07:002009-08-09T16:01:06.031-07:00the moon sings melancholy into the
night sky,
the ...the moon sings melancholy into the<br />night sky,<br />the words come out in<br />breathless gasps<br /><br />ring around the moon<br />shine on<br />and light the faces of those who walk away<br />into the dark<br /><br />you watch <br />until there is nothing<br />to watch anymore<br /><br />waves crash,<br />they've never heard of subtlety,<br />but you have<br /><br />your light<br />is dissolved into the essence<br />of this very enchanted evening<br /><br />i do believe<br />as you stood alone in the sky<br />that i saw some sadness<br />real or imagined<br />it was there<br /><br />if you were to ever <br />cry out in despair that no one<br />ever truly knew you<br />you would be wrong<br /><br />through the haze,<br />the cruelity of this<br />duality of vision<br />i understood you<br /><br />in those fading, now ancient seconds<br />someone knew youTin Kettle Innhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03547332420639815983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-24232684190079195092009-08-09T13:25:09.595-07:002009-08-09T13:25:09.595-07:00Jackson "Jack" Clemons wasn't a man ...Jackson "Jack" Clemons wasn't a man who scared easily, but even the bravest amoung us have their limit.... and as he nervously watched the treeline surrounding his property through frost-dusted glass, Jack had to admit he'd long ago reached his. <br /><br /> There had been a full moon the first time he'd spotted them scurrying through the snow behind his house.<br /><br /> Hearing one of the metal trashcans beside his shed fall over, Jack had gone out to scare off whatever possum or raccoon had come to investigate his leftovers. Midnight guests were nothing out of the ordinary since the further man backed civilization up to nature the harder nature seemed to push back against civilization, but this time when he rounded the side of the house he hadn't found a racoon. He'd found Them. <br /> <br /> Half a dozen bleached blue eyes flashed red in the glow of his flashlight and he'd stood statue still while three grotesquely humanoid shapes jumped down from the shiny tin can and fled, their nearly translucent skin hairless and blending far too easily into the late December snow. <br /><br />Fool that he was, he'd been more intrigued than fearful at first, leaving them food in hopes of tempting them back, eager to unravel the mystery of the ugly little creatures hiding in the forest...<br /><br /> After close to forty years of walking the woods behind his little house, part of him just couldn't believe anything in the forest he'd come to know neary as well as his own backyard could hurt him.<br /><br /> He'd been wrong.. <br /><br /> The moonlight made it worse, it's cold grey-blue light coating the skeletal branches that stretched out beyond the clearing, filling the night with shifting shadows that played on his fears and concealed his enemies.<br /><br /> How many of them were out there this time? Their souless eyes staring back at him from the darkness, bloodless lips pulled back over jagged, razor sharp teeth in a silent snarl...<br /><br /> Dozens? Hundreds? More?<br /><br />He couldn't be sure. <br /><br /> Movement in the trees caught his attention and Jack tightened his hand on the gun, the cold steel heavy and awkward in his trembling grip.<br /><br /> He wasn't sure if he could shoot left handed, but it wasn't like he had a lot of choice since the mangled fingers of his right had been rendered useless beneath the thick gauze bandage covering them.<br /><br /> No one believed him, not that he could really blame them since there were times when he could barely believe himself.<br /><br /> Even his own daughter had been asking questions.. the kind of gently probing questions you ask someone when you think they might be getting soft in the head.<br /><br /> "Dad, are you sure you're alright? What did Dr. Micheals say? Have you been taking your heart medication? Why don't you come down to Miami for a couple of months? The kids would love to see you." <br /><br /> He was tempted, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. He might be sixty seven years old, but he wasn't senile, and there was no way he was letting those things out there drive him from his own home.<br /><br /> No matter what anyone else thought, there was something in those woods. Something that stalked it's prey and waited for the moon to become full between attacks. Something that civilization had managed to stupidly awaken with ithe sudden onslaught of superhighways and cookie-cutter ranch style suburbs.<br /><br /> Jack watched the slithering shadows inch closer over the falling snow while the wind howled forlornly in the distance. <br /><br />"Please," Jack whispered to the moon soaked night, "let it be the wind..."Sanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07546569553603942919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-56230121322011501162009-08-08T12:49:50.427-07:002009-08-08T12:49:50.427-07:00Moon Moon
sing to me softly a sweet lullaby
I'...Moon Moon<br />sing to me softly a sweet lullaby<br />I'll soon<br />be lingering among the stars in the sky<br /><br />Moon Moon<br />hold me and tell me there's nothing to fear<br />sweet Moon<br />stay with me until the sun does appear<br /><br />Moon Moon<br />watch over me, I am slipping away<br />sweet Moon<br />dreaming wistfully of brand new days<br /><br />Moon Moon<br />whisper a poem of hope as I sleep<br />fortune<br />like you is something which I'll always keep...Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09344781084416954864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-92222982764228974892009-08-08T10:28:40.435-07:002009-08-08T10:28:40.435-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-19288080841496396062009-08-07T14:46:04.312-07:002009-08-07T14:46:04.312-07:00Lovely picture. The moon makes the best muse.Lovely picture. The moon makes the best muse.Shaylen Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00139279228390853115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-41204234097287504362009-08-07T14:12:11.982-07:002009-08-07T14:12:11.982-07:00Moon
Mother of the night,
Mother to billions of st...Moon<br />Mother of the night,<br />Mother to billions of stars<br />that crowd around her<br />for golden, pregnant light<br />to rain on them,<br />like mother's milk.<br /><br />In darkness,<br />Mother takes form,<br />Mother wakes.<br />Good morning, Moon,<br />for this is your dawn,<br />and I'm sorry I slept through it.Tin Kettle Innhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03547332420639815983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-64239233168519213542009-08-07T10:28:57.188-07:002009-08-07T10:28:57.188-07:00I'm not afraid of the dark, you see, for Mothe...I'm not afraid of the dark, you see, for Mother Nature has thought of me.<br /><br />She has hung high up in the sky<br />a brilliant mobile for my eye.<br /><br />A golden moon, and countless stars,<br />accompanied by Venus, Jupiter and Mars.<br /><br />A few more celestial bodies too,<br />to keep me safe from you know who.<br /><br />It comes complete with midnight sound<br />of all her creatures found around.<br /><br />And when finally I am sound a sleep,<br />She let's the moon ebb into the deep.<br /><br />And though it slips my mind for now,<br />She emanates her beauty again, and how!<br /><br />Mesmerizing, tantalizing, awe inspiring is she, I am struck giggly, giddy, silly by her wondrous beauty.<br /><br />stu pidasso<br />7August2009Stu Pidassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14229620467151429952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-19849660424808420012009-08-07T07:56:53.171-07:002009-08-07T07:56:53.171-07:00FULL MOON FEVER
Full moon fever,
On a Friday nigh...FULL MOON FEVER<br /><br />Full moon fever,<br />On a Friday night;<br />Brings the crazies,<br />into the light.<br /><br />Blinding light,<br />in the darkness prey;<br />Will steal the sight,<br />And light of day.<br /><br />Be still my heart,<br />Locked away in love,<br />You're not so smart,<br />With powers' glove.<br /><br />Give me a pass,<br />Just once would you please;<br />Leave me still on the grass,<br />And down low on my knees.<br /><br />So werewolf in kind,<br />Gathered 'round in the wood;<br />Will each link their minds,<br />As they draw up their hoods.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15334812243182354729noreply@blogger.com