Moonlight Poems
After Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
Abstract Lady
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract mystery lady, on the burgundy museum wall,
Eyes in deep shadows, in her green dress at the ball,
Sitting lost in thought, of what no one will ever know,
As the moonlight mingles with her hair at the window.
Abstract stylish lady, her face a vague blend of colors,
No longer with the crowd, now apart from the others,
In a room of wild, color swirls and vague bright lights,
Both lady and night inscrutable, backlit by moonlight.
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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Barefoot Tangerine Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
Moon Drop
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an active, vibrant, happy person, and I was captivated by the moon,
In the way that summer lovers, are ofttimes charmed by romantic tunes.
Since early childhood, I had been enamored, of that limpid, pearly globe,
Which brought pure magic to a quiet nighttime, of silvery darkness probes.
I would lie bathed in radiance at night, and wonder what it was like there,
Like myriad soap bubbles are rising up, and then bursting colorfully midair!
I never outgrew the pleasant habit, of gazing to midnight, and wondering,
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Rainy day poems
by Amy Li
I. Yearning for Control
If I could train emotions like muscle,
fold joy neat, then hide it away-
I'd unwrap it when the world goes cold,
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
......
Fallow Moonlight
by Patti Masterman
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
The Moon Visitation
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.
Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
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Barefoot Tangerine Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Barefoot in luxuriant grass, luscious, pearl moonlight falling down,
In the golden season of sensual thrills, in the hours without sound,
Underneath the tempting tangerine tree, eating of its fragrant fruit,
With the stars dancing to tomorrow, by enigmatic, invisible routes.
Barefoot in peaceful dreamland, caressed softly by romantic moon,
When the ebony world lies in waiting, for the yellow canary's tune,
Barefoot in tangy tangerines, in the warm, soft, wandering breezes,
In the darkest hours of sleepless night, when it seems time ceases.
