Once In A ... Blue Moon
a child of the moon
a smile, if it's needed
come enter my world
relaxing or reading
and change like each phase
can be happy one moment
and pout other days
that's me sensitive
a friend, if you need one
will share and will give
an ear for your words
a shoulder to lean on
advice, if need heard
of moon, dreams, and rhymes
of music and crafting
of gardens, spend time
or listening, your choice
and when finished, just send me
in words, what you voice
PHASE 1
POETRY LINKS
Lovingyou.com
The Starlite Cafe
Passions In Poetry
PHASE 2
FRIENDS PAGES
SomeGuynDC
Professor Gloom
Poetry and Art Of 440 S
PHASE 3
MOON FACTS PLUS
Earth
and Moon Viewer
Luna
The
Moon
Sky
Map
Blue
Moon Beliefs
Horoscopes
PHASE 4
GARDENING
Another
yet to be added
PHASE 5
RAINY DAYS 'N MONDAYS
Crafting
yet to be added
PHASE 6
HELPFUL SITES
Blue
Mt Cards
Angelwinks
Cardeshoppe
Annie's
Place Midi's 50's-60's
Midi
Files On The Web
Classical Midi Archives
Dave's
HTML Interactive Tutorials
HTML
Goodies by Joe Burns
Ask
Jeeves ... anything on the web
PHASE 7
MY POETRY
The Poetry of Maureen/Moonchild
The allure of the moon in seduction knows
Rolling, roaring tides and river flashy flows
Cycling across dark skies until fully grown
In over-ripening brilliance it glows.
Its irresistible pull draws the hearts of men
At its utmost strength when her fullness peaks
Reckless daring, tossing the wind, abandons reason.
An ineffable mystery hidden deep in the Poet's pen.
Haunting blue-gray illuminations to entice
Enflaming lovers embraced of impetuous thrill.
Pools of opal shimmer reflect dreams of paradise.
Enclasped, ensnared-grasping desires fulfill.
The ability to imbue strength, or sorely weaken
Enriching love given, or destroying love taken.
İDulcinea
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For one brief moment,
she danced with the moon,
reflections of stars in her eyes.
And the shadows produced
flickered long into night,
as she floated on clouds, in the skies.
Raining stardust below,
the birds singing their tunes,
as the sunlight began it's arise.
Then the moon disappeared,
from her world and its view,
leaving sunshine to quiet her sighs.
So she rests by the day,
with her memories of night,
lying back to refresh, energize.
Awaiting the dark
and her moon to appear,
it's face, always, in disguise.
Then she rises once more,
to be swept on the floor,
joining the moon drifting by.
And she'll dance until dawn,
holding dreams within arms,
regretting, the way that time flies.
İMaureen
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