moon
she did a strip tease
for my eyes alone to see
moon
she did a strip tease
dancing as young for me
moon
she did a strip tease
then showed me deities
moon
she did a strip tease...
Moon
...she did a strip tease
Bodhran Below
Regulating heart Rate
tempting to rise
steady RHYTHMS REMAIN
of my tribe
Anchored in the
Sacred
circle drawn
HE YO YA WAY
HE YO YA WAY
FULL MOON
rises
reminding us
of balances waves
she rides the tides
purification
IS OVER
RENEWAL HAS BEGUN
From within
and around
my fringes
my ancestors
enter my spirit
THE DANCE HAS BEGUN
CYMATICALLY CONNECTED
I HAVE BROUGHT BACK
THE VIBRATION
I HAVE BROUGHT BACK THE BALANCE
of when WOMEN
were the ones
that had the powers of
THE DRUM
A crumbled dim paper moon that lit
Once held boldly and so brilliant
Stars envied the greatness of its tone
The light it carried upon her throne
Unrivaled descendants overthrown
It’s fans now scattered scarsly shown
And complicated applause outgrown
Across the universe parts well known
Penetrated precious and shaded stone
Shadowed darkest blackest chrome
Excited Planetary galaxies composed
Orchestrated melodic yellow hues of gold
Causing chaotic verses spun postpone
Plans weaved fabricated undertone
The layered ancient voices transposed
Executes carved sacred deep baritone
COMMINGLING LIGHTS
*
Commingling with full moon,
Big Dipper, and all other stars
the light of northern Aurora.
With creation too each glow
flows into that of foes...
One are
each and every aura.
*
saiom shriver
I.
Winter breathes coldly
A rose on new-fallen snow
Beauty in nature
White carpet without
Inside, the dog sleeps soundly
Dreaming of Spring days
Rain upon the window
Soothing, sweetly singing soft
As I write about it
II.
Family stay near
Life's storms draw close together
What calm drives apart
Special together
As I concentrate on work
She watches TV
Fearing the future
She wraps her arms around me
And holds me tightly
III.
Alluring water-front
Holding magnificent crafts
Warships now at peace
Men of foul language
Cargo brought ashore today
The smell of the sea
Moonlight on the waves
Horns of vessels passing by
A lonely gull cries
Together
By JFarrell
Together,
In each others’ arms,
We look up at the moon,
Together.
In the darkest indigo
Of a cloudy night
The moon bursts through the clouds
A bright silvery guide, in the sky
Some of the thick cloud is inpenetratable
And makes the moon look like a heart,
My heart, bursting with love for you
Can you feel my heart beating?
Can you feel my arms around you?
Can you feel my soft kisses on your neck?
Your moon is younger than mine
After all, we are six hours apart,
But, under the moon,
We are both here, now
Together.
I so love you.
Perhaps you are the essence of the moon,
Shine bright, cut through the darkest, deepest night,
Beware of day as sunlight breaks your loom,
Fear not, grab hold, endure the day so bright.
You bring with you the beauty of the stars,
But lose the greatness to your sister bold,
The planets greet your sky, with journey’s far,
Often forgotten by your friend so old.
No fault of yours has it become today,
The orbits last and fight for peace of mind,
For when it comes, this light, price is to pay,
Your debts are covered they will come to find.
Fret not the views of those you have to pass,
For you become the one who has to last.
Oh stylish moon!
How lovely you are!
How fashionable!
You look so young ever!
Sometimes you go on a diet,
And like a scythe become slim!
When round like a coin you become,
The timeless beauty never goes dim!
Almost all the girls covet to be like you,
Ever identical you are, yet ever new!
I cannot help myself
against the slender slopes
hidden beneath her denim skin.
Inside me, there is a wolf, searching
to sheer this sheep's clothing
so that I may devour her.
Perhaps her She-Wolf would
exhale stifled howls, inviting me
to prowl freely and roam with Spirit.
Or perhaps I'm imaging such
liberty...
in truth, I pray secretly
for 'sheepish' prey.
No trust for this lust;
I've lost myself before
to beastly beckoning echoing from bedrooms,
bidding consent to cum hither
for back breaking acrobatics --
but silence is my only partner these days,
karma suiting my insatiable inclination
for constant Kama Sutra sessions.
Maybe it's best to hold
my breath...
and let this blood red Moon
pass.
This wolf will go
unfed,
waiting, quietly,
for a chance.
CLF 2015