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Popular Moon Poems

Lament

by Dylan Thomas

When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave

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The City In Which I Loved You

by Li-Young Lee

And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...

That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I

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A Fragrant Bed

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

asleep in a bloom
on the lake of pearl moonbeams
water lily dreams

green frog in black night
drifting in rock-a-bye dark
where stars make their mark

moonlight tiptoes soft
on cool petals of the pink

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Hymn To Pan

by Aleister Crowley

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,

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The Prospector

by Robert William Service

I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
A-purpose to revisit the old claim.
I kept thinking mighty sadly of the funny ways of Fate,
And the lads who once were with me in the game.
Poor boys, they're down-and-outers, and there's scarcely one to-day
Can show a dozen colors in his poke;
And me, I'm still prospecting, old and battered, gaunt and gray,
And I'm looking for a grub-stake, and I'm broke.

I strolled up old Bonanza. The same old moon looked down;

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Recent Moon Poems

A Fragrant Bed

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Mirabilis jalapa

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!

Rises the Moon

by Civl 12346

Earth crumblin’, Stars spinnin’, The wind whippin’.
Her arms flailin’, grip on her sword slippin’.
Body spinnin’ while the Devil’s watchin’ and grinnin’
Wicked and wild, smilin’ ‘cause her time comin’.
His time bidin’.
'Cause this time he knew she’d be the one dyin’.
Lungs gaspin’ and heart poundin’ her mind tryin’
To find the divine might insider her that just might fight the fright fillin’
Her heart dark the light spillin’,
Dread deep it drillin’,

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Europa

by Oliver Foreman

Upon the skies; past heaven - untold.
Beyond (of war) the planet of death.
A cosmic crystal began to mold.
Not Cyllene, Nor Titan, Europa's breath.

The surface, of the frozen, shall cool even you.
But beneath her crust roars a blazing paradise -
Fules fires within, past the cold winter hue.
Many species could rest, they're bound to melodize
Of great lives, they must live, and I'm sure they wonder too.

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pearlescent, glance

by J. Burgess

The moon will never become our sun
Even if it crashed into a desert
With great sheets and burning embers
Of which you mould silver and gold
To shine on a delicate neck
It will float above our earth forever
Pearlescent, our kiss under a tree
Like a stage-light for bright moments
Washing us ashore with the tide
Onto a wet beach with white light

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