Blood moon, O, sun-halogenated bulb! Sublunary loons swear and swoon Your red blushes flood The late twilit noon In hot menstrual flushes of blood!
But blood moon! In your earth-orbited race I think you run out of skied space Much too fast cloud-apace And star-apace much too soon!
O, Muse of Poesy, Bide my time! Stay passion-blooded with one Whose verse is done Bequeathing the world his rhyme!
Poet’s Note: To ‘End-days Christians’ a blood moon is one sign heralding the end of the world. This poet begs to differ! To him, the blood moon, is regrettably, too short-lived a natural but beautiful event and an opportunity to invoke it as the Muse of poesy! This poem is dedicated to 15 year old Destiny Hay of Cross City, Florida. She is active on High on Poems and aspires to be a poet of import. Good luck Destiny! I hope you will in time bequeath the world some of its finest poems! The last verse in Blood Moon is written with your aspiration in mind!
Catching moon beams, walking on crystal air, gliding over the ocean, full of love,without a care. Sliding on a rainbow, jumping on to a star, fire racing across the water, as i drag moon beams on the way. Moon beams
Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity
I am your child,yet you choose to ignore that fact I am your flesh the fruit that proved other trees that said you can not bear wrong. I shamed your enemies Wrapped their faces in shame with believe that you’re
Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where
Away up in sky Shining so high She sat all alone On her royal throne Among the stars Like lighted cigars In uncanny solitude Mocking an attitude Glowing down on earth With a smile a gallon worth Guiding those who