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A Sullen Moon (Free verse) by Jimbo

July 20, 2003 ~ A Sullen Moon ~ Sitting here gazing skyward Staring towards the heavens I see no moon this night I know it’s there but out of sight It hasn’t fallen like I have It lingers someplace the same as me Biding its time waiting for a newer day Like myself awaiting another way ~ Hidden there behind the covers of clouds Much the way I must hide what I feel The silence of the moon suspended above Brings such feelings of want and love How true it is when I am sad To have a friend like you The touch of your hands . . .the look in your eyes When I hold you in my arms I cannot help but to cry ~ On the night of the moon We kissed again with tears Thinking of happiness and nothing more Two of us and the moon we adore Morose at times when I’m near you Knowing how well you know Kissing and touching and holding you near Wanting to forever to hold you dear ~ Outstretched arms the curves of your body That everlasting smile And yes the eyes so very much your eyes Speaking to me softly of love in your guise Wanting to become you for brief moments To feel all that you feel and want all that you need You are the rose upon my bloom yes my Rose And gently I’d remove your petals like cloths ~ Lowering each branch so I can choose As the moon passes over the horizon Surly and irritable because it cannot be so I will hold you ever so tightly and never let go So much in need of the quietness of your love From head to toe I love you so Sorry at times you’ve crossed the threshold of grief How much can this heart bear without being a thief ~ I’ll serve you in love to make life worthwhile And love you forever if forever it takes Hold you so close the beat of two hearts becoming one The sullen moon will shine and smile as the sun Singing out My Rhapsody for you As you sing in your colorata like pink pirouette With lips as sweet as babies breath A sullen moon I’ll hold your head and have you rest ~ Thom

Bachus 31-Jul-03/12:54 PM
Remeber, poetry is a way for people to get a good look at themselves even the blind get to see their hideous reflections. It's not for the weak of constitution mind you. So far, you're pissed off because I gave your spider poem a six and declined to vote on any of your others. Perhaps, you feel that since I'm 28, and lacking tits and ass and empathy for the overwhelming amount of congealing shit poets to the bottom of my hoof, and since I'm younger than your fat flat Harley Davidson ass, I know not how to instruct a servant to the grind about the wonders of poetry? Sir, I regret to inform you that Arthur Rimbaud was a mere seventeen year old dandy when he wrote a book that changed the planet (more inportantly he toppled off the old guard with one big swoosh). Manly P. Hall was 23. Skill is formed with dilligence and humility not hallmarkian crocodile tears my good man, and I gurantee to you that I've spent more time studying poetry than you have sleeping it off. I have earned the ability to fan tail my ass accordingly and prance around as bachanal as one can possibly become in 3 decades. It's a sacrifice, I know, the way I gloat and tweek my own nipples whilst cackeling the gay loon, but friend, know this, it's because I love you and it hurts me more than it hurts you.




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