Soul's Scrolled Role Rolls from Pole Star to Hole Jar
Soul's Scrolled Roles Rolls from Pole Star to Hole Jar
The darkling night's moon mirror rolls along,
spans ocean vast, casts scan on open book
whose leaves, when skimmed by those who care to look,
weave tales which surge surf merge, resurge anon.
On wine lees' seas old Homer sung so strong.
Dwell for a tide, while we abide, life's brook
still flows from source until fate's finger hook -
last call before forgotten fall's doom gong.
Remorse, reflections, [w]hoops of joyful song,
unanswered questions, love's sad tale forsook,
life's challenges that heedless Lethe took,
stay hid, brook neither write nor right, nor wrong.
One night, forgotten, masks more second states,
pearl moon springs pregnant strings for pearly gates.
Previous title Moon Mirror 17 May 2008 robii3_1745_robi3_0000 SXX_NZX - revised 2009
Moon Mirror
The darkling night's moon mirror rolls along
above an ocean vast or open book
whose leaves, when skimmed by those who care to look,
weave tales which surge surf merge, resurge anon.
On wine lees seas once Homer sung so strong,
sailed for a tide, now we abide, life's brook
still flows from source until fate's finger hook -
last call before forgotten fall's doom gong.
Remorse, reflections, [w]hoops of joyful song,
unanswered questions, love's sad tale forsook,
life's challenges that heedless Lethe took,
stay hid, brook neither write nor right, nor wrong.
One night, forgotten, masks more second states,
pearl moon springs pregnant strings of pearly gates.
Moon Mirror_20080517_The darkling night's moon mirror rolls along ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_1745_robi3_0000 SXX_NZX
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Soul's Scrolled Roles Rolls from Pole Star to Hole Jar
The darkling night's moon mirror rolls along,
spans ocean vast, casts scan on open book
whose leaves, when skimmed by those who care to look,
weave tales which surge surf merge, resurge anon.
On wine lees' seas old Homer sung so strong
dwell for a tide, while we abide, life's brook
still flows from source until fate's finger hook -
last call before forgotten fall's doom gong.
Remorse, reflections, [w]hoops of joyful song,
unanswered questions, love's sad tale forsook,
life's challenges that heedless Lethe took,
stay hid, brook neither write nor right, nor wrong.
One night, forgotten, masks more second states,
pearl moon springs pregnant strings for pearly gates.
(c) Jonathan Robin sonnet written 17 May 2008 robi3_1387_robi3_0000 SXX_NZX
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Mirror, Mirror
(m. sembello/d. matkowsky)
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You said you had the answers to it all
You never told me Id take a fall
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
You, you turned my life
Into a paperback novel
Words that come to life
Inside your little melodrama
Chapter one
When I was young
I came to you with my problems
Chapter two
You promised me love
And anything that I desired
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
You have nailed my heart
Upon the wall for your pleasures
You have cast a spell
That cannot ever be broken
And now
My eyes grow tired
I watch my picture getting older
But i
Remain the same
Trapped in this mirror forever
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
You never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
I talk to you each night
And I follow your advise
Youve been wrong
Whats the price I have to pay
For this fairy tale thing called love?
Let me go!
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Let me go
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
thought you said you had the answers to it all
Never told me I was gonna take a fall
Tell me mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
Tell me mirror
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Moon In The Mirror
Moon in the mirror,
Wont you stay a while tonight?
All things of beauty
Are too soon out of sight.
I know its a selfish plea;
You must light the hearts of more than me.
Theres a girl at her window;
Now shes trying to catch your eye.
But oh, pretty stranger,
You must keep on passing by.
Moon in the mirror, I dont know you;
Just a reflection of kisses
And whispers and indigo skies.
Moon in the mirror, look below you.
Moons looking back and theyre loving
And longing and telling no lies.
Moon in the mirror,
I will ask you one more time,
Not for a reason and not for a rhyme,
But please tell me if you can,
Have you seen a moonlit man?
Hes so very like you,
You could see him from afar.
Perhaps hes a misplaced moonbeam
Or a banished star.
Moon in the mirror, hes so like you.
Light up the room for an hour;
A smile or the beat of my heart.
Oh, how my heart tried to fight him,
Fight against mirrors of moonlight
Or lovelight. you lost from the start,
From the start
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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A Matter Of Perspective
Light reflections colour sunset, casting
enchanting shimmer shadows, night cap light.
Light darkling sprays now, now strays out of sight,
elusive dance advancing, fast contrasting,
leaves measured time behind, mocks tight forecasting.
Tints overprint imagination bright
as Nature's way of reaching through insight,
attracts within a vortex spin outlasting
leisure looks, taps latent springs, sees past's sting
engulfed in night-tide swing swirl, sings delight.
No frontiers stand between joy's tears, soul's flight,
and wonder as sight spans light - all surpassing.
Let life through stillness still more life gestate,
anon fey pattern weave paints second state...
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previous title Sunset Pattern Paints
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Moon, We Look to You.
Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight –
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.
Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.
Moon, you have a role to play up there –
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair –
You are free from our grotesque disdain.
Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!
Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea –
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing – so we look to you.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Their Tale a Tale of Loss & Tangled Threads
Ah! Such passion!
The lover's tryst.
The lover's kiss.
...under a silver moon.
Was there ever such a night as this
fireflies twinkle through a hazy June mist.
The clocks tick on and on
the lover's tale unforld under a June moon.
Human hearts ache...a tear breaks
form an eye not willing to cry
but unable...to stop itself.
Your tear rolls down my cheek
as I kiss your crying face.
The puppets end their lives
...put back in their case.
Their tale a tale of loss and tangled threads
broken strings...love lies dead
as we huddle together
on a hot Venitian night
clouds of centuries
blowing across the bright new moon
like the strands of your hair
blown across your face
the story leaves us
...standing here.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Here!
Men of god sent it away with verses of their holy book
Sun for our day
Moon for night.
Teachers sent it away with the light of their chalk
Sun for our day
Moon for night.
Bankers sent it away with the disco dance of their pen
Sun for day
Moon for our night.
Lawmen sent it away with quotations, wigs, and guns
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
Doctors sent it away with piercing needle
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
President and his men banished them
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.
Women are witches
Men are wizards
In gloom, we mate
Give birth and breed
With graves everywhere.
poem by Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite
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I live with the moon
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the creatures
that creep the night. I step out into the sun and die. The moon
rises and i am alive. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the one thing
that you should fear. I fall and crash to the ground. This is the
way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with sun. What is this feeling inside?
It is for you, that I know. Why oh why is this the way of my life?
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I sigh as I die. I breathe
as I am alive again. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. You are my moon and I am
yours. We rise together and die together. This is the way of our life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. You shall die with a burning
vengeance thats cold as ice. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am immortal but, how can I die? Forever and ever this will be the way of my life.
poem by Crystal Michalski
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Morose Moon
MOROSE MOON
esspeecee …16.07.09.
I’m hearing
Maddy music
Hip hops
In the cruise
Lovers romancers’
Flirt crazily chirp.
I’m seeing
Lurid love gusto
Lapping unto lees.
I’m seeing
Within azured ocean
Sinking of lone
Somber moon.
Ambulant songs
Moon sings,
Why O You
Narcissist egoic lovers
Stay but apathetic?
No time to say
Hello Moon; Why?
Morose moon
Sighs and shudders.
O Moon I’m there
Keep on singing.
O Songful moon
I’ll décor
Whole ether with
Junk jewellery
Of cascade euphony
Zoom with dancing
Ballet drops of million
Silvery parachutes.
Embellished surge
In the canvas of time
Thy minstrelsy
Will ever echo
In vast universe.
Copyright reserved by the Author
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Moon Glow
The darkest night, flows with a
wind hush through open blackness.
Ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Rivulets spill with water
across the mountain plains;
as liquid rolls down along the steep slope-
ya'ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Stars glitter through sparkles
of the darkest night.
Wind cold breeze swifts;
swiftly into space.
Laughter engulfs the moon light.
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
Moon light angles corners,
as sweet melodies swell into air,
of silence.
You ever sight the bird dance,
as shadow flicker
upon the moon?
Ya' ever see the moon glow?
Ya' ever hear the wind whisper?
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Fish Song
Sat here by this stony brook until the grey day turned to dust
When up swam a fish with a childrens book thought that I was lost.
He was on his way to the salmon hop, thats where they go to breed
Saw me sitting on this log and thought Id like to read.
The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go
Why arent you at the harvest ball with some sweet young gal
You just sit like a bump on the log and call that fish your pal.
Well, I told him I was an orphan lived here all alone
But many people have often tried to catch and take me home
They never caught me!
Thought that I was a hiding, call this log my home
But the fish and the moon and a sweet young gal
All want me for their own.
The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go
So I met that gal at the harvest ball, she took me to her room
While I slept in childrens dreams, the fish ran away with the moon.
The fish ran away with the moon
The fish ran away with the moon.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Heart's Embrace
for ever shall this curse me?
this fire with it's amazing warmth and beauty
for ever shall i see you in the sky
ur shinning light of care, a lie?
for you will chose the moon, to let your soul fly
she is beautiful how ever am i to deny
im just the water, within the earths embrace
im a silvery thing attached to the moon with a thin lace
for ever shall i see the face
the shinning light above this place
you will choose the moon, to let your hearts combined
in not in the air or the sky, i can see you sun; i am not blind
my moon my moon hear me do you mind?
i am here and you are there; and your smiling so kind.
i am just a moving mirror, reflecting your light
within my beloved earths embrace day and night
could you forgive me my moon for my fright?
could you forgive me my earth for my delight?
could you love me the same my moon?
could you still smile down on me, if you knew my heart's boon?
could you hold me the same my earth, in your embrace if i sang a new tune?
coul you still fill me with light my sun, and sing attune?
for i should not ask for such things
i should answer all of the with great greetings
my moon, my dearest light of silver lace, you should not know of my ravings
my earth my dearest earth with your loving embrace, you shouldnt know of my quislings.
this should haunt me no more
its been open my moon, your magic door
so in twilight that is yet to come, you my moon and my sun may adore
and ill be here your mirror in my earth embrace, hiding my watery hearts face forever more
poem by Elenore Elizabeth
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Song About The Moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Moon After Day
Moon shed a tear
Moon give me fear
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon give me strength
Moon has no length
What I want to say,
Is Moon after day
Moon is full
Moon is dull
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon is my life
Moon gave me a knife
Moon slit my wrist
Moon a wonderful bliss
What I want to say
Moon after day!
Mirror Pools Of Split Reflections
life has many mirror...
pools of split reflection...
daylight oil spreads out
across surface mirror
of water oiled in rainbow
diesel dance bright hues
watch ghost dance change
images bend twist stir
in motions across mirror
night tide dawns sweeps
away rainbows moon shines
in reflection pools ghost
image sears in your face
hot passion winds summer
chill still spine needles winter
clouds sweep across moon...
dark upon black ink dark...
penetrate dark formless mirror
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Moon Moon
When Moon Moon says
In case of me
To be a quite poet is possible
In addition, I have to be a cool.
When Moon Moon says
The days have to face
Good ways
To begin its first hour
To get its special power.
When Moon Moon says
I cannot hear anybody’s voice
When Moon Moon says
I can realize my age
To do something better
Not caring any matter.
When Moon Moon says
I can guess
She says something special
Those are needed for all.
When Moon Moon says
I have to face
Some case in any case.
When Moon Moon says
Sometimes, no case can be found
Without she says, like
“Hi! How are you
For the few
With your near dear
Are there any tears in your eyes?
When she says…”
Man can be silent
Ocean can be island
He can be brilliant
Even
You can be toys
When Moon Moon says.
When Moon Moon says
All guys are nice
To play with their lives.
When Moon Moon says
Everything seems to us
Like a touch
Of heart,
And
That is a part
Of our life
To survive.
When Moon Moon says
Man pays attention much
Because, what she says, is a touch.
If Moon Moon doesn’t say anything
Then for her not saying
All will be dying.
When she stops saying
Everything seems to me lying.
When she will say
I may
Wait for her
Than other
For sine-dine
Even until I die.
poem by Manir Hossain
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Alone?
I looked for the side of the moon,
That no one sees;
I found what I sought.
In a mirror, looking back at me -
Looking in that mirror
I wonder to my self,
Am I - are we all
Alone?
The reflection I see
Appears to be, only me,
But, the deeper I look into those eyes
The more illumination I realize:
On the dark side of the moon
Or in Central Park
There is always a place
Drawn to the dark -
A map in the mirror
Showing the way
Calling souls of mankind
To where they can find
The light of day -
There is no night
God cannot see into,
No empty soul
He cannot peer through -
Alone
May be our pain
But alone
We shall never remain -
For, there is no side
God does not see,
And there is no true alone,
For any -
God gives
Inhabited silence, so that we may know
God is our
Inner necessity, alone -
The great Alone
To us he hands down,
So that
Through nature, song, prayer and poem
We, with others, will know him, and
Know we are never truly alone -
And know, knowing all of this
Makes all the difference
In all the loneliness of life...
For all together -even when alone -
We are always together alone with a God
Who so graciously desires to know, and be known.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Sun Rise The Mood Fall
sun rise each morring your a wake each moring
the moon fall dialy but when it become mide night
the moon rise and the sun fall
when moon rise it set a upon your face
the sun glow upon your face with your eyes glow like the ocean
in the moring where didi the moon go
sun rise up when you read for the day to star and
the moon fall down the sun is king
the mood rise once aging when it night
SUN RISE THE MOON FALL
poem by Julisw Kelley
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Bipoler 2
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite, .and the moon, , and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon, , , , , and the moon, and the moon turns into glass, , , , , , , , , , , ...
poem by David Gerardino
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