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Between me and the Silvery Moon

In between me

and the silvery moon

There is my dreams of you

For whom I swoon

The stars and the moon

They whisper at night

As we embrace each other

Beneath their silvery light

They watch as we dance

Our eyes in a silvery gaze

The stars twinkle to the moon

Lost in a romantic haze

All my dreams come true

When for you I swoon

In between me

and the silvery moon

poem by Priya Patel
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The Moon

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou seemest most charming to my sight;
As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,
A tear of joy does moisten mine eye.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the Esquimau in the night;
For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,
And with them he makes a dainty dish.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the fox in the night,
And lettest him see to steal the grey goose away
Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the farmer in the night,
and makes his heart beat high with delight
As he views his crops by the light in the night.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the eagle in the night,
And lettest him see to devour his prey
And carry it to his nest away.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the mariner in the night
As he paces the deck alone,
Thinking of his dear friends at home.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night;
For thou lightest up the wayside around
To him when he is homeward bound.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the lovers in the night
As they walk through the shady groves alone,
Making love to each other before they go home.

Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the poacher in the night;
For thou lettest him see to set his snares
To catch the rabbit and the hares.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Night Winds

The slender moon in its silvery sheen,
The golden stars with the blue between
Of a dreamy, summer sky;
And still the night winds sigh.

With the silvery moon to whisper to,
And the golden stars to kiss, mid the blue
Of a listening, summer sky,
For what should the night winds sigh?

poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Man In The Moon

Moon in your splendor,
Shine your light on me,
Blue moon, half moon,
Makes no difference,
You see, to me you will always be
The man in the moon,
Who lights the way, for my love,
So he can open my heart with his key.
Man in the moon, silvery moon
Light my life with thee.

poem by Melba Durham
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The Moon

The moon hangs in the sky, shining so bright;
Everything below, enveloped in a silvery light.
Once darkened corners, are now subtlely lit,
As, silhouetted against the moon, bats now flit.

The moon appears early, on a winter’s afternoon;
Aware that the onset of darkness, will begin soon.
Occasionally, we get to witness a solar eclipse,
When the moon, in front of the sun’s face, slips.

The milky moon, reflected on the restless ocean,
Highlights the wild water’s never ending motion.
A silvery ribbon stretches from horizon to shore;
A mesmerising sight which, many people adore.

This celestial light is totally natural in its source:
Commanding tides, with a strong, gravitational force.
The moon waxes and wanes, from full to crescent:
Whatever form it takes, the view is always pleasant.

Everything in sight, is painted with a silvery splash,
As darkness and light, now mix together, and clash.
From the moon, there radiates a milky, white glow,
Which kisses everything, in its path, down below.

Illuminated by the sun, the moon appears to shine;
But this is all down to its make-up and clever design.
The moon is highlighted against the black, velvet sky,
And will still be hanging there, years after we all die.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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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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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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The super moon

The super moon shines over the mountain with silvery shining light,
Moon so big in size sends the wise owl flying in fright,
Hyenas stop laughing for a while to watch the smile on moon's face tonight.
The mountain and its trees adore this beautiful sight.

The mountain and its trees adore this beautiful sight,
The silvery charm brings the memory of my mom's lullaby,
'Uncle moon, please come down and bring the rice and milk for my child in the golden pot tonight',
My heart tries to search the beauty of my love in the big smiling moon so nearby.

My heart tries to search the beauty of my love in the big smiling moon so nearby,
It is hard to decide who is prettier, the moon or my love tonight,
The silver rays mesmerize my eyes with so much love and tranquility,
That I wish we will be together in love forever we are in sight.

That I wish we will be together in love forever we are in sight,
When I rub my sleepy eyes in the dawns early light,
With heavy heart I bid goodbye to this sight,
May be in next hundred years, my roaming soul will watch again this beautiful sight.

poem by Jay P Narain
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Moonlight

The stars around the fair moon fade
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the glade
And spreads the seas with silvery light.

poem by Sappho
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Moonlight Memories

Sweet and sad
moon light always beads
the lace with memory leads

in my teens
my hormones oozed out
as I curl out
in the moon lit night

as I grew up
my dreams and loves
all blazed in the cool moon
my blood boiled blushed with delight

all the fantasies
all the sweetest memories
romantic webs knit across
the full moon sky with millions stars.

the nights were awake
when she peeped inside
I loved her in watery beds
silvery threads woven in filmy sheds

yet, she weighed upon my nights
when my mother breathed that night
just that night and nomore right
as she blazed at distant sight

I waited till midnight
to relieve motherless plight
at the courtyard bereft
of lovely mother's gait.

the shroud of moon light
now fell upon me tight
it choked me breathless
freezing attractions gayless

I still wonder at full moon nights
if my mother did come out of the grave
and did she engrave her love upon the pave
did the wintry dews make her shiver
and did she cry and groan in fever

the icy night evoked further
terrible sights of dead ones dear
Still, I could not bury the delicate mother
banishing the memories of full moon weather.

poem by Lalitha Iyer
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Nothin New Under The Moon

Nowhere to go.
All night took everything.
Another nice try with mr. wrong.
Late night tv on my horizon.
National anthem and Im barely hangin on.
Just a typical saturday night.
Feeling like the rest of my life.
There was nothing new under the moon.
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
But there was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Hey what a change.
Hey what a concept.
Heres a true heart wanting mine.
News flash! whod ever thought you could
Have the same feeling at the very same time?
Look at what your loves doing to me.
I cant believe I used to believe
That there was nothing new under the moon.
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new under the moon
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new under the moon, til you.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new, til you.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Raka

this glowing moon
i see on this special night
of kartika when chillness
slowly begins to spread
into the interiors pining
for mild warmth
the nascent cold spreads
blended with warm silvery glow
that investes mortal desires
with silvery wings...
raka-the name conjures up
several vivid images
of angels on picture post-cards
of lovers' passions let loose
in the open fields cutivated
by the unique glow of the moon
of kissing the moon on her cheeks
of soaring to heights unknown
from where earth looks
ready to be discarded
of returning to the
world of lackluster
with lips singing
the song of moonlight...

02nov2009
12.54hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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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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I Milked The Moon

The moon that night
kissed your face with its silvery gem.
I was awe-struck.
I milked the moon
To quench my thirst!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Happy Holi!

On Dol Poornima
When the dark night
Dispels itself
Into the silvery light
of the Full Moon's
Luminescence.

In those beams of
Its translucent
Whites
You'll see how the
Moon delights :)
In playing this Festival
of Colours
With the night's
Greys and blacks
of shadowy sights!

And then you'll realise
That the eternal moon
Has always loved its
Companion - The Night.

For them, every moonlit
Night is a game of love
Playing....Happy Holi!

(Dol means Holi in Bengali. Poornima means Full Moon. Dol Poornima implies the Full Moon Holi Night.)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Lost without a moon

Where has this moon gone?
the moon that used to brighten up
the night sky,
And the moon that used to shine
Brighter than any star,
The moon that used to bring to me
This beautiful light,
For this moon used to lighten up
My heart,
Now that this moon is gone
I must rely on the stars
to bring me light,
This moon left me alone,
alone to suffer and think
empty thoughts,
And now i know that
I am lost,
Oh where has this moon gone?

poem by Oscar Aceves
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Dance, Dance, Dance.

Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance your sweat away
Dance the infectious beat
The hall is full
The music is great
Thumb, thumb, thumb
Our feet make a go
Eyes glitter a world so great
Voices smart and coy
over shoulders they whisper
Dance, Dance, Dance
The silvery moon is up
Stars glitter birds to nest
It is a sweet melody
A journey starts, Dance
Sweet melody and breath
A union!
A young one will see day
Dance, Dance, Dance.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Phenomenology

there is more happiness
to seeing a flower
bloom
on its stem

rather than
pick it
and put
it in a
vase

there is more
to a bird
that flies in the air
than keeping
it in the
comfort of your
hands

there is more
to watching the
world go by
and let
your eyes see
the passing
of each moment
rather
than freezing
the moment
either
in mourning
or even
in bliss

there is more to seeing
than thinking
and dissecting
why things happen
why they ought
not to happen

there is more to this spectator
who marvels
at the beauty of the full moon
and the peace
seen in the silvery river
rather than the
analyzing why the moon is full
and why the river
must be silvery

there is more to life
sitting down than standing and running
and conquering and owning

there is more
to the lotus rather than the fish
and the bird and the cow and the snake
or the spaceship
or the weapons of war
that you use
to control this world

there is more to peace
than bickering
and worry and painstaking
concerns

there is more to wonder
and wander
rather than speculating and
systematizing

there is more to nothing
than having everything
that your hands
cannot hold

see the seepage and the spill
there is really nothing much
to hold to keep and to cherish

let go then
the sands of our wishes and dreams

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Said the stars to the moon

The stars said to the moon
As they came out to grace the sky
With their twinkling presence
You do not have to dance alone

There are those that have no choice
They must feel the sting of loneliness
Be one apart from many
And make it through night after night

The stars said to the moon
You do not have to dance alone
The moon asked why and the reply
Was because together we are the moon and stars

poem by Mitchell Greenwood
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Stars and the Moon

Stars and the Moon
Why do you come so soon?

I lay there unable to shut my eyes
This something I despise

Stars and the Moon
Behind my eyelids there is a dream that awaits
My head spins, but i am not elate

Stars and the Moon
It's a horrible dream
The one about that night just bursting at the seam

My eyes are heavy now
As if I'm forced to obey, at it's feet, I bow

Stars and the Moon
I can feel my body tense
Instantaneously pulled into a trance quite immense

Stars and the Moon
I hear the screams of that night
That abhorrent deed, I tried to put up a fight

Stars and the Moon
I hate when you come
day and sun is my time to feel numb

poem by Naomi Deluca
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A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay

Beautiful silvery Tay,
With your landscapes, so lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the way;
No other river in the world has got scenery more fine,
Only I am told the beautiful Rhine,
Near to Wormit Bay, it seems very fine,
Where the Railway Bridge is towering above its waters sublime,
And the beautiful ship Mars,
With her Juvenile Tare,
Both lively and gay,
Does carelessly lie By night and by day,
In the beautiful Bay
Of the silvery Tay.
Beautiful, beautiful silvery Tay,
Thy scenery is enchanting on a fine summer day,
Near by Balnerino it is beautiful to behold,
When the trees are in full bloom and the cornfields seems like gold -
And nature's face seems gay,
And the lambkins they do play,
And the humming bee is on the wing,
It is enough to make one sing,
While they carelessly do stray,
Along the beautiful banks of the silvery Tay,
Beautiful silvery Tay,
Rolling smoothly on your way,
Near by Newport, as clear as the day,
Thy scenery around is charming I'll be bound...
And would make the heart of any one feel light and gay on a fine summer day,
To view the beautiful scenery along the banks of the silvery Tay.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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