| Moon Poems
See also my Moon Beams column Moon Beams By Jane Stuart Night shadows fill the clouds before the moon’s rise Expressing God, The Moon Awakes By Lamar Thomas Athens, GA Entering her room in the hour past midnight, Entering her arms, Feeling her full body matching mine, Dizzy on the scent Of opium, milk, vanilla and sweat, Fingers on the baby hair At the base of her neck, Black-orange strands curled and waving, And she bends her head To show her satin-like shoulders One black strap, one green jewel, And she places her hand on my open lips, Gold flash and Chinese word for Love, She steps back, smiling, Silver rings in her nipples shine, And she closes her eyes To old worlds collapsing, Opens her arms to blue velvet warmth, Bringing me along all this way, All this way into the night, Whispering, we are friends, We are the best of friends... Outside everything about The world goes on and on, Dogwoods bloom, sunflowers desire, Holly berries stay red, Cat birds twitter and the bamboo rattles, And the train still clatters, Rushes along with the soul of Woody Guthrie, And somewhere out there Another set of lives confronts and tangles, Bleeds into the haze of a liquid sun... Here inside we flow into the spaces Between flesh and the mind, breathing, Reciting canticles of the Shulamite over faded Crystal lines defining love and friendship, And then the angel says it's true, it can be done The body and the spirit can both be loved. H. Lamar Thomas is a poet and chef residing in the Athens , Georgia area. His first cookbook of recipes and poems, called Ginger, Lily And Sweet Fire is as yet unpublished. He writes a monthly column of food, recipes, and poetry for Georgia Life Magazine . Lucid Moon Review Poetry Website editor, Ralph Haselmann, Jr. thinks H. Lamar Thomas is one of the very best poets writing today. Moonstruck (For Ralph Haselmann Jr.) By Wayne Wilkinson Dixon, IL Tonight the moon undresses with haughty idleness; As a beautiful woman, who on her pillow rests, And who with a knowing hand loves to caress, Before she sleeps, The curvature of her breasts. Desirous of love she finds in love's derision A sense of dying, so emotively she swoons, And with lidded eyes before her pass visions Of the sun she has been chasing, And of the dark green sea. When her mood is ripe and on occasion She lets fall from her bosom Her fragrant scent, that pheromonious Seems to beckon, a certain poet, Sleepless by sake of his art. Exciting him, finds that her scent lights his passion, Fragments of opals and pearls flash after their fashion; He swears against Phaedus the cries of his heart And wanders another blistering day, Awaiting her return.
Hither & Dither & Yon On A Lucid Moon By Herschel Silverman Bayonne, NJ I croon this toon for the men on the lucid moon Neil and Ralph and Al Phalpha a rap for the hot hip hoppers boppers beating their gums with silvery spoons calling for poems from Santa Claus because exactly to say this trip suddenly takes on a different perspective Poetry is the Desire the Disease and misses the mark whatever that is and collects a downtown diary of barbaric yelps yawps rants in the pants I am afraid of 1990 afraid to recall all the empty memories made in a wave of euphoria when I was chasing rainbows so it goes looking back with Lot's wife while the dish on the roof aimed at the moon raised new hopes long live insecurity long live blabbery net-verbs long live blubbery net-webs long live rubbery blurbs and coming up tonite there'll be telefone crooks selling the Great Passaic Falls lucid midnite frills frick frack funky foos chips of the titles come thru space falling falling falling fallin in electric attitudes blue ludes circled by poetic ravens the story is a dirty pow-wow all hearts to dance lustily to this lucid toon smoking from ham town to rte 66 to Joplin missery punkie dorrie where poets pull down pants to get on a moon where lonely love is no delusion is just a little old ditty a promise to dance thru life is it all for nothing to sing money isolation blues loose and lucid go out of earthly bounds mooning and moaning crooning and flying high hither and dither and yon Herschel Silverman is a Beat poet, and was friends with Allen Ginsberg. He owned a candy store for many years in Bayonne , N.J. He has a new book of poems out called, Lift Off, New And Selected Poems 1961 -- 2001 . He still resides in Bayonne . Herschel wrote this poem for Ralph Haselmann, Jr.
THE MOON Michael Seaborne is a poet and photographer residing in Hubbardston , MA . He creates beautiful photographs with poems superimposed over them. He was a featured reader at the Lucid Moon Palooza Poetry Festival in June 2003. If you would like to correspond with him or reprint his poems, he can be reached at: Michael_seabone@hotmail.com Night Peaches By The Moon by Ana Christy Ana Christy is the Queen of the Underground. Her poems are taught in the Ukraine and she has appeared on European television and radio. She lives in New Hope , PA with her husband Dave and three cats, where they publish Alpha Beat Press, noted for publishing Beat writers. Moon And Shadow Ralphy / tender humanity Seeking the Lucid Moon Glad you're doing so much better. Rochelle Hope Mehr lives in New Jersey . Her poetry has appeared in Symphonies , An Anthology of World Poetry (a cyberwit.net anthology), Wired Art from Wired Hearts , White Heron Electric , ken*again , Some Words and other publications. |