Poetry

this poem is called; the moon

written by: Seanif

The moon, a passing wink,
all those who look to you, what do they think?
still spin of freckled brightness.

The first smoke ring of the divine Cohiba
illumination of inertia
hanging the perfect circle's bend,

A spy hole in the sky
A punch out until the end of time

A peeping tom portal
for god to gaze through and
twinkle on toes and
pucker his nose
to the sight of our beauty.

Benevolent, merciful
God almighty
is sitting next to me.

I see the moon and,
in it's dunes,

I feel the sand,
nieth the palm of her hand,

Bouncing solar shine,
thinking the like mind,

So, I write haiku,
while looking at you,

standing on the grey
we looked back over earth's way
on the moon let's stay


the moon,
a drip from sky's spoon,
only one speckled gloom,
casts a beam that looms,

atop the night
the pulls and punching tides of salt, blue wet pacific sway
too and fro, the rain, the snow.

my brother the moon
my mother the moon
the Sun, the moon

This night's forever!

moon

O marble in the sky,
rolling around the atmosphere,
our skin,
the worlds essential spin,
I throw your caution to the wind,
and look inside, beneath,

Within.

Sometimes our view
Sometimes it's new, but always,
Always
the moon.

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