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The photograph was taken by Tom Massey, a brother-in-law of Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com). I call it "Cloudy Moon".
I hope you'll be inspired to enter an original poem or story. It can be fiction or fact; it can be humorous or serious. Take a few minutes and set down your thoughts. Let's share our fantasies and experiences with others.
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Cumulus
By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)
high overhead blocking the moon
shrouding the darkest night
wreaking inclement weather
hiding the full moon from our sight
above the crystal formed clouds
clear sighting of the stars and the moon
beginning their separate paths
the sky will be clearing up soon
a night of great mystery and awe
when ghosts and goblins roam
Autumn covers all of the land
in the shadowy places near home
children creep along the dark paths
in costume and holding their bags
some are dressed like queens
others costumed ingeniously in old rags
slowly the clouds slip away
the clear sky comes into sight
sending beams to the scurrying forms
as they hurry away in great fright
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Cloudy Moon
By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
Don't rain on our parade
Said the ant to the cloud
Please Thunder stop that noise
Bellowing out so loud
Don't spoil our picnic
With rain on our parade
When the lightning flashes
It makes us feel afraid
We had it all planned out
To picnic the day through
But dark cloud you came here
With your thundering crew
Don't rain on our parade
Said the ant to the cloud
Bring back all the sunshine
Don't yell at us so loud
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Angels Are Bowling
By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)
Does heaven have a bowling alley?
Which angel keeps the tally?
Do they wear bowling shoes?
And have to line up in queues?
Maybe it's basketball!
Archangel Mike is really tall.
Cupid is playing,,,My Oh My!
Well, he can jump really high.
Could it be soccer? I don't know.
Surely would mess up the halo.
Volley ball! Yeah! that's it!
But someone missed a little bit.
From the clouds a ball flies down.
Probably made that angel frown.
Should find out the score real soon,
And the game they play with a pearly moon.
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A Face In The Clouds
By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)
It's real weird but the moment I looked at the picture I saw a face in the big cloud. The face of a sleeping man. The eye is closed, I can make out a nose and a thin mouth. I can even see the outline of an ear. I almost see my father in that face...dozing in his recliner between innings of a baseball game on tv. When I'd go to change the channel, he'd suddenly awaken and say, "Don't touch that dial! I was watching it!"
"But you were sleeping," I'd say. He claimed he wasn't. Just had his eyes closed.
The moon above the cloud is surreal. An eerie coloring of a setting sun somewhere casts itself over the sky.
And so, the face in the cloud sleeps.
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Smile Upon Us Cloudy Moon
By Mary Carter Mizrany(MusingByMary@aol.com)
Half hidden by clouds
I see you peeking through . . .
the glowing orange~tinged sunset
ole Cloudy Moon, sly you ~
Silvery one and only shine on
that we may see your beams . . .
harvest time just round
the corner at least so it seems ~
We view your cloud-lit eyes,
your fuzzy cheeks ~ quaint nose . . .
I think your mouth is ouuuuing
what for do you suppose? ~
Mayhap you're gazing down
upon the clouds red haze . . .
hoping we humans have
sweet nights and lovely days:-)
Hazy clouds seem as
if scarlet waves in your hair . . .
with that phat, fluffy cloud
winging its way to you up there ~
Oh, precious orb you are
such a romantic, wondrous mystery . . .
SMILE UPON US CLOUDY MOON
for all the world to see !
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Musings About The Moon And Space
By Brier(Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)
Marilyn said it's the moon
but I think I am on the moon
Looking back at earth
It is my first trip to space
I will learn much
and will share it with others
I am not sure about the protocol
If other peoples should appear
Do I bow or curtsy or run?
Then on the full moon ..
Will we say full earth?
I know I wasn't prepared for this journey.
Will UFO's be here in space?
Can I still wish upon a star?
Will the stars be brighter?
Perhaps I will say here in space and see
See everything
Everything in space.
Perhaps the secrets of the ages
Will be made known.
Perhaps.........
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To My Aunt Liz - Somewhere Beyond The Cloudy Moon
By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)
To My Aunt Liz - Somewhere Beyond the Cloudy Moon!
I love the time, just before twilight and dusk, when the full moon is on the rise. The last rays of the sun turn heaps of white clouds into burning bushes. The sky comes alive with anticipation. Day is done. Night has not yet come. The full moon, veiled in clouds, waits in the wings to turn the night into silvery magic.
Many years have come and gone, and with them many moons. The sky still comes alive with anticipation just before twilight. This is my time for reflection as I think back on the lives of loved ones who have been released to the universe and dwell somewhere beyond the clouds. My Aunt Liz was released there when she was almost a hundred years old. She died at ninety-nine.
Through the years My Aunt Liz was a source of light, strength and encouragement to me. She was number seven of thirteen children. With her passing, she was the Alast leaf on the tree.@ It gives me pleasure to share with you the ballad that I wrote to Aunt Liz when she turned ninety_
MY AUNT LIZ IS NINETY TODAY_
1903-1993
A Ballad -- by Evelyn
Come with me if you will
to a place where time stands still.
Here, in the gallery of my heart,
memories hang like priceless art.
Aunt Liz's gifts to me hang there.
Without her love and understanding
The walls that hold her gifts to me
would be forever bare.
The old house out east of town,
where my Aunt Liz was born,
Is where I first saw light of day
on a much later November morn.
Quicksilver memories of my own childhood
that I cannot completely recall,
Are priceless 'prints' right next to hers
on my gallery wall.
She took the time to love me and explain
events and things that caused me
Such poignant childhood joy or pain.
As time rushes on it's hard to tell
Which are her memories and which are mine.
We learned to cook on the same wood stove
On fires started with pungent rich pine.
Mercy, how the southern sun burned our feet
as we chopped cotton.
But at 'picking time' in the fall
the reward of a sweet ripe paw paw
Will never be forgotten_
In laying by time you'd think we could rest,
But berry picking time was then at its best
Down at Mike and Joe's there were
Blackberries to pick and briars to fight
Aunt Freda made sure we got it just right!
Then the garden came in with a vengeance!
There was cabbage to kraut, beans to string
Pickles to pickle and apples to dry.
There were carrots to scrape, tomatoes to skin
And vats of jelly to skim
And we kept wondering why
We couldn't just go down
to the creek for a swim_
But next thing we knew, there were
feed sacks to unravel.
We never left the room but in
our minds how we did travel
To far distant places as our fantasies
to each other we would relay
As we wound balls of string used to wrap
things, fly kites, quilt and crochet.
Then our fantasies vanished in the blue summer sky
When the feed sacks were boiled in Red Devil Lye.
Fumes from the big black wash pot next to the chicken yard
Made our eyes water and made our breathing hard.
A life without Aunt Liz is unthinkable, even tragic.
She has been my aunt, my friend but
Most importantly, she has been my magic.
She saw the good in me when others saw the bad.
She saw beyond the rebel in me and spoke
to the child who was frightened
And lonely and sad.
We have a special bond,
Aunt Liz and I.
She is love, life and hope to me
and at this point I sigh
When I am with my Aunt Liz I can be me,
whether I laugh or whether I cry!
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Dear Aunt Liz:
Thank you for loving me when I didn't know how to love myself. It is a privilege to be with you today as you celebrate nine decades of life. There is a perpetual youthfulness about you. On you, ninety seems young!
I love you. I am glad God chose you to be my aunt. I am blessed to be your niece.
Evelyn Leuenberger McCusker
January 1993
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Cloudy Moon
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
Organdy haze covering
A taffeta rippled sky,
Fantasy shapes, dreamy shapes
Of woolen creatures.
A button moon peers
Too soon to hide its gleaming
Silken beams from
Its sleeping world.
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Notes
By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)
Between calm
and half commotion
I fall for it.
The wind is laughing
while clouds kneel to the
rays of a sun
trying to go to sleep
somewhere else
Yet a timid moon takes a peek
through the sky right at her feet.
I take notes...
for you and me.
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Notes
By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
I stood and beheld as I wiped my eyes, gazing, gawking and all the time smiling. There were those high clouds you normally see flying or on top of very high mountains, and a full moon looking over it all as some colorful striated clouds showed the jet stream that was a-curling and a-moving. I looked at my watch; it was nine-forty-two. I slowly did a 360, wondering what I would see away from this scene?
“It was worth the walk, it was worth the strain,” she said as she slid her arms about me and snuggled close.
We stood marveling at nature in all of its grandeur. I hugged her close and we said nothing, as I heard an eagle squawk and wondered what those below were seeing and what they were thinking.
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