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I shall fill my lap with roses Gathered in the milky way, All to carry home to mother. Little rocking, sailing moon, Do you hear me shout — Ahoy! Just a little nearer, moon, To please a little boy. This poem is in the public domain. A London Thoroughfare. They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving river, Barred with silver and black.
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Cabs go down it, One, And then another, Between them I hear the shuffling of feet. Tramps doze on the window-ledges, Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks. The city is squalid and sinister, With the silver-barred street in the midst, Slow-moving, A river leading nowhere. Opposite my window, The moon cuts, Clear and round, Through the plum-coloured night. She cannot light the city: It is too bright. It has white lamps, And glitters coldly.
I stand in the window and watch the moon. She is thin and lustreless, But I love her.
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I love reading poems about the moon and I love writing poems about the moon. There is something about the moon that is altogether mysterious and marvellous. It can be such a thing of beauty hanging in the sky. So this week your challenge is to write a moon poem. It can be a poem about the moon or a poem in which the moon makes an appearance.
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Try different endings. I did a post about the moon in poems and challenged you to write some. Here are my two favourites. Both made a picture of a moon balloon in my head. Great job! It is a wonderful novel in verse all about writing poetry and a dog! I might see if I can find another copy to give away one day.
This morning I woke up really early and I thought the light was on outside but it was a big bright moon. I looked on the internet and I read that poets like to write poems about the moon. It was too cold to count. I remembered Becky, an ex Arrowtown-Primary-School student, has a terrific moon poem in the book.
I called my last book of poems Macaroni Moon. I have such a soft spot for moon poems so how special to make these with you all. The moon poems were all spectacular but here are a few for you to enjoy. Like this: Like Loading A number of classes sent a bundle of moon poems.
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Albatross Moon The moon is a big albatross on the lookout. The moon is red as blood. The moon sets the sky on fire. It is a beaming flashlight flickering through the night. It is a memory dragging me back to my Loved Ones. No time for poetry as life becomes tied, to fulfilling orders. But that was this morning, already lost in the afternoon press. Tomorrow: I will dance with her Knowing we will be eclipsed Our motions moving us on to get lost in earthly shadows, leaving me to walk alone: yet fulfilled.
But tomorrow will be nothing, for those chained to consuming the earth now. In open face greeting The moon coming down to the lily. The moon is very important in the history of Taoism as a teacher. In dancing with Luna a person can discover how to fulfill the nature of emptiness.
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Mild and moist were the months of spring; Cool and clear is the white season of autumn. Now the dew congeals, no longer drifting mists. The sky is high, the landscape sharp and clear. Soaring peaks rise from yonder mountain range Seen from here, their lofty beauty is unsurpassed. Fragrant chrysanthemums deck the woods with splendor; The green pines stand in rows above the cliff. I admire their beauteous grandeur, Elegant and lofty under the frost. Holding my wine cup, I toast to the mystics Who once roamed along the pines.
Searching for the essence I have not yet acquired, Reluctantly I await the rising moon. This way and that way I tried to keep the pail of water together, Hoping the weak bamboo would never break. Suddenly the bottom fell out. No more water No more moon in the water emptiness in my hand.
Clouds appear bringing to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon. Spiritual Seekers often get lost in definitions. Trying to nail down something which often seemingly is undefinable. So how do I resolve this? I provide a simple starting definition. That simple statement all of a sudden serves as a starting point anyone can use to make a spiritual path accessible. You start moving.
Yet for all: movement of their life, of how to embrace the search to be whole. This is actually a spiritual journey. To open up such a path, it can be as simple as accepting. Now from here, you can build upon that in any fashion you find best.