Moonglow's Poetry

Will share some of my older poems here....that I have written quite a few years ago...not any current poetry here.....geez, I was a child when I wrote this one....

The die is cast
The sun is yellow
and very mellow....very mellow...very mellow...
Life is good
It can always evolve
even in a crooked resolve
for look at that crack in the sidewalk
a plant grows....
or is it a weed?
No difference, my friend, it is still from a seed

and life strives forth no matter what creed
the whole is always the sum of its parts
every conscience born is rooted somewhere
and every unconscience, too
Lest not forget the the simpler organisms
which just live for the sake of life itself
it is man alone, as far as we know, who strives to organize
reasons for his existence into some design of guided logic
For it is man alone who ponders his own existence
although, we are not too sure what dolphins do
or whales....
or anything else....
It seems they just live
in total acceptance of their flight and fight
their fight and flight of life
a song....a dance....

If you will, a celebration....
Not a deliberation....

Do sharks think of themselves as devils?
I think not....
Although, at times, they kill brutally.

Isn't there comfort in truth, my friend?
Doesn't it set you free?
Or are you too removed from your natural world
to fathom the powers that be?
This provides no excuse, either, my friend
For sharks are guided by instincts alone


Man's power of reason gives him an edge
an edge that can be softened, blunted and subdued to life's calm
It's the safety valve....mother nature herself

For man is the only species that can obliterate all of life as we know it
Yes, man can be a very self-destructive, war-like creature


yes, show me your teeth! Your gums!
The taste of blood sure seems good!
Drag her to your lair! Tear her apart!
Unravel her cord! Destroy her to no end!
until there is nothing left! ....nothing left....
Because it is the time for your sacrificial lamb
but who are you sacrificing her to?
Isn't it the taste of blood you like?

be honest now....
the very nature of our barbaric souls
Take comfort in knowing....
humankind CAN evolve....if it desires to....
into something where the taste of blood is repulsive
and photosynthesis can begin to take place
and indeed, we can master
the light of our own existence....

 

Nice poem moonglow!

 

thanks, Ace...

 

Here is a poem I wrote as a teenager.....being kind of funny with it, and letting some comedy through...with no one really in mind then...but I always thought it was how people made you feel that mattered most of all....

Not Your Type?

You say I'm not your type
Well, what can I do? Swipe?
For a smaller chest?
What will become of the rest?
and that my hair isn't long....for cutting it I was wrong
and I feel funny at my height
because you're such a pint
and I don't look up to you
So what do we do?
We were born as you and me
on that...i know you will agree
on the outside you don't seem
like the guy of my dream
just like a book and its cover
what's right for one is wrong for another
but I took a look deep inside
where we really hide
and it doesn't matter how we look
just like that cover of the book
because it is the way I feel when you are near
and it makes me happy when you are here.....

 

What do dolphins do anyway? lol

 

wrote this one in my teens, as well...in the back woods of my grandparent's cabin in Minnestoa. I miss them and there.....also saw a huge black bear there one year. Scared the crap out of me and I ran all the way back to the cabin...and know it could have caught me had it wanted to now. Heard a bear outside this window the other night about 2 am.....

Corner of the World I Found

Sitting on a quiet, dark, dirt road under the stars
I can make out the constellations....I can see Mars
The long winding road is illuminated brightly by the moon
and the peepers and whippor-wills sing out in tune
The birch, evergreen and pine trees intertwine and stick
Creating proud walls all around me so tall and so thick
Thinking about the pieces of the puzzle of my life
while the cold of the night cuts into my bones like a knife
Getting warm by cuddling up into a ball
trying not to disturb wilderness's beckoning call
Listening to the raspberry patches sleeping at night
knowing that they will plump out again to see the light
The wind sends scents of pine through the air
as it rushes by me and plays with my hair
no other human for miles around
to disturb the corner of the world I found
and though there aren't any people near
there is so much life and joy right here....

 

This is all very good! You should never stop.

 

Very nice poems, moon

 

Thanks so much, deja vu, expanse and mama....

 

I like your poetry moonglow!

 

Thank you, Meliai!

 

Winter's icy fingers clench the earth while
winter holds the earth with white hands
Life freezes for a moment in space....

A tree's sinewy arm cracks a splintery
fracture in the still ness while
a wolf's hungry howl echoes an aching madness
Life screams for a moment in space

An icy wind bites holes in a frozen earth
a blanket of snow falls to cover the wounds
Life hurts for a moment in space

Night falls and stars twinkle a quiet lullabye
while strong bodies lull the weak to sleep
Life rests for a moment in space

Spring comes and kisses the earth's cracked lips
while a warmth seeps through the earth's fractured bones
Life loves for a moment in space

The earth melts and becomes a soft moss cushioned bed
while pulsating life forces create a dewey breath
Life creates a garden in space....

Life springs eternal in space....

 

Wrote this in 2008, when Puki pug died from heat exhauston.....

Dearest Puki.....

Our little beam of light
Where did you go?
So dark here at night
Without you, wish you could know....

How much we miss you
In the shadows in the dark
We need you to come on through
We miss your song, your way, your bark

You always waited, patiently, for your turn
For someone to love you and share you with you
And now that is all we yearn
And how we wish we knew

You'd be here no more one day too soon
And leave us with too much regret
Under this reflecting moon
That can't ever forget

In life you were a twinkler, a dear
You always had the kindest eyes
Puki, we wish you were still here
Instead of a star shining in the skies.....

 

Roses and Lollipops

Roses new; lollipops old
Summers warm; winters cold
Mixed bouquet; thing of beauty unfold
Blazed with heat; chilled with cold

Pink lollipop lullabye; you're a child
Of love intense; manner mild
Pink roses growing soft and wild
Sweet woman; wild child

Green lollipop days; a summered field
Sun in your hair; a golden shield
You touched a rose stem; pain you feeled
Memories green; a woman shall yield

You tasted the sun with lollipops yellow
It sank within your mouth; lemony mellow
Yellow hair, yellow eyes; small child of yellows
A yellow rose bud grows and mellows

Virginal days; childhood fantasies
White rose petals free in the breeze
You fell and scraped your creamy knees
White petals whispered baby breaths in the breeze

Peach rose, peach skin; lollipop dream
Your soft velvet skin; peaches and cream
Are childhood memories as they seem?
Or is it a peach petaled lollipop dream?

Cherry lollipops; you remember the best
Santa and ticycle; your crimson red dress
The reds of summer; fire in your chest
Cherry lollipops are what you liked best

Red roses; the woman you became
Loving by nature; growing untame
Childhood reds still seem the same
A perfect red rose you became.

A kaleidoscope of roses and lollipops sweet
You're a child woman; a she complete
Chilled winters melted to summer's soft heat
A kaleidoscope of roses and lollipops sweet

Roses new; lollipops old
Summers warm; winters cold
Mixed bouquet; thing of beauty unfold
Blazed with heat; chilled with cold.

Pink lollipop lullabye; you're a child
Of love intense; manner mild
Pink rose growing soft and wild
Sweet woman; wild child....

 

He found her in a coat of woven gold
and with meditated care, slowly undid diamond buttons
and gently broke her winter costume which melted into tears
Then he washed her wounds with spring
and cloaked her in a robe of earth
and placed a wreath of stars upon her head.....

 

Silver Wings

Sleepy outline of a twilight moon
A luminous stitch of a dream to come soon
Sewn together in a sweet summered tune
With spattered drops of honeyed June

An embroidered butterfly in pastels three
Winged melon and pink and satin white free
Stitched in an undaunted orchid fantasy
Thin summered threads and a butterfly free....

A luminous stitch hums a lullabye
laced in blue velvet stitches of sky
Melony pink sweet butterfly fly high
to stitch a gold dream in a soft lullabye

Sleepy moon spreads its wings in pastel dew
to touch a butterfly; luminous and silvery new
With a sweeped caress, a crescent butterfly grew
In silver wings, stars stitched themselves through....

 

I love this in every way.

 

^Thank (you) so much!

 

Place is filth
pure heart cannot survive
pure heart cannot thrive
Vampire followed me here
sucked what i held dear
what i held near
leaving me me more alone than I have ever been
I cannot play the game
you are all the same
you won
I one

 

Love the poem and painting big time