MOON ON A SPOON
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Oh ? Really !
you ballyhoo coon
you make me swoon
......
deep snows have fallen
and the firs are weighted down ~
beneath blue sky sun
redbirds are soaring
clouds are walking on the skies
turquoise afternoon
diamonds in the sea
reflecting the roaming sun
until the red wall
green birds are singing
in chambers next to the sky
......
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
Your name is also imprinted in the earth's atmosphere
While my name is clearly written on your white dress, the clearer up there I love you
......
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
......
MOON ON A SPOON
If I could I would
fetch you the moon
on a spoon
Oh ? Really !
you ballyhoo coon
you make me swoon
......
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
......
These are poems about relationships, including poems about mothers and their children, and poems for mothers and their children: i.e., the closest relationships of all. Also, poems about children and poems for children.
Infinity
by Michael R. Burch
Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair?
Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air
that your soul sought its shell like a crab on a beach,
then scuttled inside to be safe, out of reach?
......
butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun
redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens
to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty hides
......
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
Your name is also imprinted in the earth's atmosphere
While my name is clearly written on your white dress, the clearer up there I love you
......