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The moon stared hiding itself,
The night was sitting
Nude in the balcony

haiku by Naseer Ahmed Nasir (1985), translated by M.Q. Khan
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Sonnet X (Melancholy)

Sonnet X
(Melancholy)

The lonely moon stared at me tonight;
The night falls into my eyes
as if it tries to get me out of this realm.

The hounds are howling
the stars are lamenting
it seems that they've lost their courage!

I bear this melancholy from the balcony of your soul;
I was standing outside your words
Shouting soundless words from my soul
but my voice does not reach you.

I crave to see your eyes and your smile
but it was forbidden for a man to see a demi-god
so I'll stay outside your realm, looking at the moon
and start longing for the infinite!

poem by Christian Crisostomo
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A Nude Artist

A Nude Artist

he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints

such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist

a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist

there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken

just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist

an artist is not an art
he must know that

- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -

poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Dry Fear

Can you smell the blood stains
Can you see my scars
Im dead on the inside
Im scared of my life to come
This was a night I stared at the moon
To find out where I belong
I can't go through life
Living like I do
I could kill you in my dreams
And I won't feel a thing
I could kill you all
But I still can't care
They think they know what love is
They think their life sucks
Runnin' around breaking people's hearts
I could kill 'em all
This was a night I stared at the moon
To find out where I belong
I can't go through life
Living like I do
Without you

song performed by by Yellow 5
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Dry Fear

Can you smell the blood stains
Can you see my scars
Im dead on the inside
Im scared of my life to come
This was a night I stared at the moon
To find out where I belong
I can't go through life
Living like I do
I could kill you in my dreams
And I won't feel a thing
I could kill you all
But I still can't care
They think they know what love is
They think their life sucks
Runnin' around breaking people's hearts
I could kill 'em all
This was a night I stared at the moon
To find out where I belong
I can't go through life
Living like I do
Without you

song performed by by Yellow 5
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Spying On Me?

While quietly sitting down
In one of the benches in Central Park,
Bewitched by a Sunny afternoon,
I saw something moving fast/
I imagined it was a ghost
That found refuge under a shadow
Of a lonely tree still standing
In the middle of the open field…

For a moment, I thought
That it was you spying on me.
Yes, the woman that silently hid
Behind a colorful mask,
Some time ago!
The one that broke my heart
And run away like a frighten thief
Almost caught
In the middle of the night…

In a starry and clear night,
Sitting again in the same bench,
I observed the bright full moon
And suddenly I heard a loud voice
Like somebody calling my name
And for a moment, I was afraid,
I thought it was you calling me
While hiding behind the moon…
Now, a question remains:
Were you the one spying on me?
Only time will tell
The day you come back to me!

©All Rights Reserved-2011

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Full Moon behind the Curtain

The Full Moon behind the Curtain

After half a decade in absentia,
One night we met again
By luck, a few miles from Florentia,
Where the moon was beaming behind the curtain,
Observing and spying
On us. Destiny has a way of showing
Its sparkling teeth and its dazzling face.
We stared at each other and embraced
Amicably. We smiled at each other
And behaved like it has been an hour
Since we last chatted.

To my amaze, you were not convoluted;
You were simply admirable,
Courteous and affable.
We were untying the knot of our past
And everything was moving like a blast.
In the garden of our hearts, it was spring
And the bells were ringing.
Hours had slipped by unnoticed,
We were laughing and giggling
Like two nightly doves; we were amiss,
And thrilled that we found each other again,
With the help of the moon hiding,
Behind the white curtain.

poem by Hebert Logerie (October 2011)
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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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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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She Is Hiding Away

It is summer and the flies are in,
But tell me where my lover is;
Because she is hiding away from me,
And i don't know why.

Life to me in the African jungle,
Sitting here alone waiting for my lover;
But she is hiding away from me! !
So, do not remain silent when you find her;
But rather give me a call to locate her hiding place.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her Sexuality

Even her mother
never knew

how much
sexuality boiled

beneath the surface
how much

she thought of it
when sitting down

in some cafe
watching men

at some nearby table
fantasizing

about them
dreaming about

what they might do
if she allowed

or while sitting
at the office typing

her mind on things
which’d make

her mother blush
the mighty rush

of images
and desires

and old Mr Fleet
talking to her

about some work
not knowing that fires

burned beneath
her flesh and skirt

that she made love
to herself

while in bed
while others slept

and even Kennedy
the office ram

would have choked
on things she did

in dreams or wrote
in her locked up diary

and once
when some girlfriend

of her brother’s
stayed the night

and shared her room
and bed

she fantasised
of touching

and turning over
and kissing

all in the mind
she told herself

just one of those things
and even later

when she finally married
and lay beside him

at night having
sucked him dry

she’d stared
out the window

at the silver moon
in the dark sky.

poem by Terry Collett
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Swan Dive

The windows were open
The night air was cold,
The curtains were blowing
Like ribbons of gold,
We stood there forever
Both Henry and me,
The night his wife dived
Off the balcony.

We looked at each other
We each shook our head,
And waited to hear if
The poor girl was dead,
I looked at my watch
It was just after three,
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.

I waited a moment, then:
'What did I say?
Was that a faux pas about
You in Calais?
Or did she take umbrage
When I poured the tea?
Is that why she jumped
Off the balcony? '

'Don't think for a moment,
Old chap, ' he had said,
'I thought she had mumbled
And stumbled to bed!
She'd said she had someone
Tomorrow to see,
So why would she dive
Off the balcony? '

We walked very gingerly
Out through the door,
And peered on down from
The fifty-sixth floor,
I thought I could see a small
Splat by a tree,
Just where she had dived
Off the balcony.

Could that be your Gwendoline,
There on the ground?
That's funny, she dived all
That way, made no sound!
Not one little scream -
Did you hear? ' - 'Not me! '
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.

The police galloped up
By the lift, through the doors,
'That splat in the courtyard, sir,
Could it be yours? '
Then Henry admitted that
It could well be,
His wife, who had dived
Off the balcony!

They made us go down with
A bucket and mop:
'Clean up every vestige,
Remove every drop!
You can't go round leaving
Wives haphazardly,
Whenever they dive
Off the balcony! '

They made us feel humble,
We lowered our heads,
I picked up her armpits,
He mopped up her legs,
But bits of her weren't where
In truth, they should be,
When Gwendoline dived
Off the balcony.

Much later he told me that
Wives one and two,
Had left in the very same way,
I said, 'True? '
It seems Gwendoline had been
Wife number three,
Who'd taken a dive
Off the balcony.

Now Henry has married
Again, number four,
He's moved his apartment down
To the ground floor,
He locks all his windows
And tells Stephanie,
'Don't ever you dive like
Wives one, two and three! '

3 June 2009

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Moon, The Sun And The Fire

to the moon
i gaze the whole night
at the balcony of
this house

to the sun
i raise my arms and
close my eyes
to its power i see
red

and to the fire
within myself
i keep always
alive

to all these i
thank durga

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Strangered In The Night

Well it was dark at midnight
There was hardly any moon
And no one really saw much
No one was really sure
But something didnt seem right
Something seemed kinda queer
The roar turned into whispers
Everyone stood t here
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Well I didnt see them shotguns
I didnt see no knife
I saw this crazy black guy
With a demon in his eyes
I heard him say white man
Ive seen that silver cue
You dont remember me well
But I remember you
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night
Well the knife just left his fingers
As the black guy took his aim
White guys head exploded
My God how much pain
And then everybody scattered
I heard some woman scream
God damn you old black bastard
Youve blown away my dreams
When the sounds fit the night
Something hiding from the light
Like strangers in the night

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Don Juan's Serenade

Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!

Whoever says that there are others
who can be compared to you,
whoever burns for your love,
I challenge them all to a duel!

Now the moon
has set the sky alight,
come out, Nisetta, oh come out, Nisetta,
on to your balcony, quickly!

From Seville to Granada
in the silence of the nights,
one can hear the sound of serenades
and the clashing of swords.

Much blood, many songs,
pour forth for the lovely ladies;
and I, for the loveliest one of all
am ready to give my song and my blood.

Now the moon
has set the sky alight,
Come out, Nisetta, oh come out, Nisetta,
on to your balcony, quickly!

poem by Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
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The Night Sky

Night sky, Night sky
Twinkling stars near by
White moon, white moon
You light up the night in full bloom

The night in display
Watching this sky play
Hiding behind the clouds
Are these silvery bright stars

Ready in action
The sky a distraction
Sweet kiss from these tender lips
And the feeling of love at my finger tips

poem by Noreen Fonseca
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Scarf On Head

Tangled clues
with sensuous sparring;
the incense was rising from the blue moon.

It was body’s integrity,
a lender was demanding
when lust had become prodigal.

Behind the thin veil, red eyes
stared unblinkingly
at the portrait of a nude zero.

When the light was nodding from a crown
the darkness spat on the feet
which walked on the roses.

A single thorn will not be envious
of the licking fingers.
A dropp of blood will tell the truth.

Satish Verma

poem by Satish Verma
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A painter

A painter on study
sketched two nudes
In canvass, a nude

Man & woman

The man in hard
Solid lines his torso
His thighs his legs
Well chiseled by
The dark colors
Of his brush, and

The woman in
Smooth lines, her
Fragile hands, her
Soft breasts, her
Thin lines in light
Feminine colors,

He so admired
His nude creations,
And he stared
At the magic
He just painted,

And tired for
Hours, he just
Blinked a while
Wanting a little
Slip, he faltered,

He blinked and
Winked for a second,

Surprised, only to
Find out that the two
Are suddenly missing
not looking for food

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Nude Picture

Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!

Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.

I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.

Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Why Look At The Moon

Willows were swaying
The water was rippling
The froggies were singing
Along with the laughing at the bank
We have the moon to thank
For this lovely scene
We might never have seen
If it hadnt have been for the moon
Why, look at that moon
Away up high, seeing everything
That goes by
Why, look at that moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Sitting in the desert
Beneath a lonesome sky
Cool, my oh my, it would be
If it never been above
That fateful little boy
That one who has beheld true love through history
Why must it start?
Why must lovers part?
Why does the cheatin go on?
Why have hearts turned to stone?
Why, look at that moon
Away up high, seeing everything
That goes by
Why, look at that moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, why, why, look at the moon
Why, look at that moon
Aint it grand!
Why, look at that moon
Helps me understand
Why, look at that moon
Inspirator of many a dream
Why, look at that moon

song performed by by Waterboys
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Solarium Serenade

I'm just sitting here
Staring at the starry sky
Just thinking for a moment
What a beautiful night is this

I'm still sitting here
Feel so excited at the moon
So bright, in the night sky
What a beautiful night is this

Then I thought
This life is really beautiful
But it wasn't really beautiful
Before I meet you...

You're more beautiful
Than a shiny star...
You're more beautiful
Than a bright moon...
You're beautiful
Than everything...

And I can't lie about it...
You're more beautiful than everything...

Even though we're separated away
I can not stop thinking about you...
Even though you're not here right now
I always feel you're so close to me...
That's all because...
You're the most beautiful thing in my life...

poem by Jeffry Robertson
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