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The Moon in Edmond, Oklahoma

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Artur Hawkwing
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0 posted 09-16-99 12:01 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Cursed is my heart as it
weeps at dreams lost,
cursed forever to bitter tears
as the music goes
in the night, vast stars above;
Polaris is long gone
from the remains of my memory,
when once the stars shone
fair and engulfing love swept over me,
and in songs unknown I sang
in blinding love, remains of innocence.
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The memories of a fiery summer
upon the lawn, I dashed across the sprinklers,
slided across the wet slide,
laughed in delight, beat others to the slide,
never feared the camera, always smiled,
my eyes reflected the sun fivefold
and in my eyes the stars were mirrored,
as in those days long ago the stars sang
and my eyes were lovely as Triton's oceans-
now, one day I do remember,
when I was alone in the backyard,
the sun was going down fast,
the moon was rising with heavenly winds,
that I did stand upon the big slide
high off the ground,
with pulses sweet and laughing
as the wind softly blew against my hair,
no tears fell from my eyes,
for I knew I should not cry, not so young,
as the moon rose and rose
in the clear skies of long ago;
my mind sang to God, ready to hug him,
of what was so long my aegis, my protector,
and of what so long had been,
and shall be;
I was five, my hands clung to the rails
of the high slide, stars appearing,
tens of galaxies and star clusters emerging
in the escastic night,
and my eyes delighted in the wonder
of what was so long ago,
my friends, the sweet little stars,
and the Big Dipper of my memories-
only five years of memories,
as the pale moon looked upon me
and my face calmly frozen filled with silence
as one so young buried in thought
and the laughter that would never stop,
before lungs would burst;
I felt calm,
I was a conqueror of hatred,
I loved with my whole heart brilliantly
and I had two voices in my head:
good and evil.
The devil hated me with all his might
and even more, for I hated none,
and I knew he was there,
but my will shone in its battle cry
as he fell to defeat over and over again;
my angel was always around
my prayers were always answered
people healed suddenly, always.
I looked at the moon
with aching love, pale as the moon,
my heart wept but my face was still
and I knew grief even so young,
so my heart struggled
at only five years old, and I knew
the hopelessness of silence..
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Sunshine
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1 posted 09-16-99 02:01 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Amazing. So glad to have you back, and posting such incredible work.
LngJhnAg
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2 posted 09-16-99 02:04 PM       View Profile for LngJhnAg   Email LngJhnAg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LngJhnAg

Man - this is good - no - this is really good - I could the moon rising, and feel the joy of being young. Thanks, Artur
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3 posted 09-16-99 02:29 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

Beautiful, Artur. There is no other way to describe it.

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*Elizabeth*

"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."

poetFemmeFatale
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4 posted 09-16-99 02:43 PM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

Fabulous man, I could clap till my hands sore....!! I felt I was there !!! Bravo!

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I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale


hoot_owl_rn
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5 posted 09-16-99 03:27 PM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

WOw...what a message

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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus
Paul Allen Lupien
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6 posted 09-16-99 04:53 PM       View Profile for Paul Allen Lupien   Email Paul Allen Lupien   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Paul Allen Lupien

Longing for the moon itself-a description of the human condition.No matter how happy with our little world,we are ever beckoned further.Perhaps our true nature lies elsewhere...a provacative thought from an evocotive poem.

"Remember,you did not come from the stars-the stars came from you." (PAL)

As usual,well done.

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Artur Hawkwing
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7 posted 09-17-99 05:41 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Lupien, what an interesting response! LongJohn, you were right that this is about how joyful the feeling of being young is, and also I write this due to how I remembered loving myself so much ... notice how I seem to be narcassistic in this poem - one major part of this poem was that I loved myself so much.. I'm not sure if I love myself quite so much anymore but this was an interesting poem for me to write, so ... there!

Lupien, you brought up another notion I hadn't thought of. I never thought of the poem that way but that's a very nice statement.

Thank you, Sunshine, LongJohn, Elizabeth, PoetFatale, Hoot, and Lupien.
Isis
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8 posted 09-17-99 07:11 PM       View Profile for Isis   Email Isis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Isis's Home Page   View IP for Isis

Arthur, all I can say is wow. So nicely done,
my poems are 3 year olds scribbles compared to this..:

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Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
~Isis~


Artur Hawkwing
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9 posted 09-17-99 08:45 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Isis, it flatters me very much to hear something like that said by a reputable poet like you. Thank you.

But I disagree. It obviously took you a lot of effort writing your poems. My thoughts just flow differently from everyone, just as does everyone's.



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