Moon Poems
THE MOON (1959)
At night the moon
Allows only loveliness to shine.
Allow the moon
To supply the lighting for your soul.
THE FULL MOON (04/25/1997)
The full moon –
a fire crackling
in a fireplace.
As the evening goes on,
The logs fall.
I’m comforted by sitting
in front of the fireplace in the sky.
THE MOON GROWS (February 1965)
The moon is a silent guest
Who sits alone,
Watches
And glows.
The moon grows
Fast like a child
Until full grown
And wrinkled,
It passes on.
COUNTRY BOY MOON (01/06/2016)
Country Boy Moon
with round face
and bangs over forehead
Playing in sky of sand dune clouds
Happy moon
while we shiver with fear
of North Korea
and high rents.
WHEN I FLEW HERE (09/09/2001)
When I flew here,
The moon;
A Round-Headed
Fluffy dog
Ran along beside me.
It kept me company
For the whole trip
Then ran off
When the plane landed.
I LIVE IN AN AREA WHERE (11/21/2010)
I live in an area where
on Friday and Saturday nights
there is a lot of noise
because of all bars and restaurants
and parties with lot of drinking.
I send wishes of peace
to the echoes throughout neighborhood.
To have to drink and let off steam
so loudly I think is sad.
How repressed their lives must be.
Their boisterous yells
like cries for help.
Pain in their souls wailing
to the moon and to us
I send peace to neighborhood.
THE MOON (1955)
The moon
Weaves a spider’s web
From grass to grass.
The moon
Lavishes velvet
Over the valley.
The moon on the ocean rolls
Like oil on water.
One can say a word
And it is gone.
But a word on mist
Can cling and haunt the area
Like the moon.
CLOUDS COVER MOON’S FACE (02/27/2002)
Clouds cover moon’s face
like parkas cover women’s faces
in Afghanistan.
Still eyes peel out
so strongly.
Covering come and go.
The moon as with a woman’s face
remains.
The moon told me to write this poem.
Now it is erased by clouds.
MOTHER MOON (01/05/2001)
Mother moon
all night long
cradles me in her arms.
Softly sings lullabies
and spirituals.
The trees listen.
The smooth blanket of the bay
Neatly folded aside.
The moon’s arms
around me comforting.
Humming she soothes me
all night long.
BEAUTIFUL ROUND FULL MOON (Date: Unknown)
Beautiful round full moon
hiding behind shade of cloud
so that all that peeks out
is a sliver of gold.
How I wish you could
raise the shade
that hides you.
MOON POEM (07/26/ 2018)
Alive moon bouncing from
In front of us to
Behind the trees hides
Lively moon’s arms outstretched
Wanting to hug.
We drive along
The moon plays peek-a-boo.
Come back moon
I miss you
Moon waited for us
when we went into the grocery store.
Now it is back
and looks like a giant pizza.
Moon bounces along by our side
Youthful energetic moon staring at us
hanging still and staring
The moon has turned into a wine picture
Pouring golden wine
making me light and giddy.
PART II MOON POEM (07/28/2018)
Old moon –
I’ll still hang by you
you have lost body parts
and gotten old and wrinkled.
No more do you radiate energy
I am old too –
but you have always been my friend
and we will always be friends.
CITY LIGHTS (02/17/1963)
A lithograph
With the white spots
Standing out from the black.
Gems of dewdrops
In the moon’s spotlight.
Cross-stitching for lights –
With various colored threads.
A MOTHER’S KISS (Date: Unknown)
Mother Nature has lots of ways
To create beauty which you can see.
Yet, a mother’s kiss
Created beauty which is felt.
Lighter than a fluffy cloud
On a summer’s afternoon.
Soft as a carpet of thick moss.
Gentle as a rain drop
On a dainty petal.
Sweet as a juicy berry.
Calm as a lake after a shower.
Carved more than the gold in the moon
Or the diamonds in the stars.
Yes, to enjoy nature
Is like receiving a kiss from your mother.
SYMPHONY OF SILENCE (09/07/2003)
Total Silence –
Stars musician
Full moon conductor.
The satin stillness
Like a warm iron
Smoothing all over wrinkles
Into perfect smoothness.
THE MOON (1960)
The moon lavishes
Velvet Over the valley.
PART I (03/21/2006)
All too often, I’ve been stuck in traffic -
Cancer, radiation, long viruses.
Now an injury has shut down
Flow of my life.
My list of goals
gathering dust.
I hope I will live extra years
to make up for
being stuck in traffic.
PART II (03/21/2006)
How come others sail along
on moonlight bay
with no detours?
No flat tires?
How come?
A LITTER OF STARS (08/08/1996)
A litter of stars;
Rounded mother moon
Lies by puppy stars.
SWEET MOON (11/23/2013)
A poem kicking loudly
in my womb
like drumming noise
wanting to be heard.
The kicking poem about
how when I’m injured
and in pain.
The moon comes more often
to look in on me
Yes, the moon visits me more often
when I’m injured and in bed
Sweet moon.
SO MANY THOUGHTS OF YOU (Date: Unknown)
So many thoughts of you
skiing down my mind
Brightly colored
with clear tracks
on a gentle winter scene.
BEACH AT 6:00 AM (11/26/2005)
Beach all to ourselves
our own domain
no one breathing
our own fresh air.
This must be what it is like
to own one’s island.
Mountains reflecting the clouds,
moon pulling gray quilt of clouds
up to its ear.
Waves chattering and giggling.
Last night tide stole the driftwood.
TAKING A MILLION BATHS (10/09/2011)
Taking a million baths
the glorious golden water
from very full moon
showers onto me
cleansing my body and soul
making very clean.
The moon a magnet
as a toddler I struggled
to window ledge
to see light moon.
Couldn’t quite see moon light.
Taking a moon bath
the glorious golden water
from very full moon
showers onto me
cleansing my body and soul
making very clean.
THE BASHFUL MOON (1960)
The bashful moon
Crept out
From behind its mountain
To face the world.
I’M LOOKING FOR MY COMPANION THE MOON (11/24/2013)
I’m looking for my companion the moon
he is nowhere to be found
guess he is busy sweeping clouds
of dust away
to set stage for rain.
The moon my most frequent visitor
while sick and lying-in bed.
He comes unannounced and stares at me
as I sleep.
Sometimes he brings his grandchildren
the lively stars.
FULL MOON (01/09/2001)
It is 4 A.M. -
Very full moon
is leading whole world
in Spirituals.
I can hear outside my window.
Full moon you are leading us in song.
Bug eyes "oh yes" I hear.
Now there is hushed silence
like only at symphony hall
before music begins.
You are here listening, enjoying
Divine Spiritual music.
The moon in its full bloom
perfect state
like a peacock with feathers full.
THE NIGHT OF THE COMET AND MOON ECLIPSE (03/23/1997)
Hale-Bopp the parrot;
feathers flying behind in the sky.
A hundred years old.
Come ride on my shoulder
as we walk in moonlight.
TATTOO ON MY HEART (05/19/1995)
Sometimes a black shadow
passes over my heart
and my open heart
is dark
and closes in on itself.
Thoughts of regret
and pain of loss
and remembering what was,
when it was good.
Most of the time, I keep my heart
clean and swept of litter,
but sometimes a black shadow
passes over my heart
like a witch riding past the full moon
on Halloween night.
MY FRIEND PLAYS PEEK –A-BOO (Date: Unknown)
I miss you
but no reply.
My friend plays
peek a boo
like a crescent moon
hiding its fullness
from me.
Way far away
up in the sky.
YOU TRIM DEAD BRANCHES (11/12/20)
You trim dead branches
of my thinking
So fresh branches
can grow
and flower
better
So ecstatic to be
with you again
I will explode
into colorful confetti bits
and fly with wind
and soar to the moon.
THE MOON IS MY HOUSEGUEST (Date: Unknown)
The moon is my houseguest
it’s presence jolly
and laughter fills the room.
The moon so loving
like moon so loving
like my friend Erna
who pours love over
like rich cream
poured from silver pitcher.
It is 2 a.m.
I’m in perfect balance
with the moon my houseguest
later the moon is talking about leaving
it is backing off
and put on its orange coat.
We had wonderful visit the moon and I.
I SEE YOU THERE ROUND FACED MOON (11/11/2013)
I see you there
round faced moon
peeking in my window
as I sleep.
Your face
so perky and round.
But you choose
to not send warmth
just look at me
with your very round face.
I’m cold and could use warmth.
A yellow blanket of your rays
Would feel so nice
But you choose to just stare
with your perfect face.
TO BE WITH STILLNESS (Date: Unknown)
To be with stillness
To not be afraid
To be very still
and quiet.
I remember being still
on the living room rug
and then, only then
puppies would come
and play.
And so here I am
on the 36th floor.
There are no puppies allowed
but there is quiet
and music
and stillness.
FIREFLIES (1952)
Each evening at dusk,
Baby stars, dressed in swishy yellow skirts,
Waltz to a secret jubilee
While their parents glitter with
Pleasureful pride.
Rays sent from the moon
Conduct the evening breezes and lively
Insects in harmony.
Before dawn they will return
For they are tired little dancers.
KISS ME AND LET US RUN (1951)
Kiss me and let us run.
Hug me and we'll continue with the run.
Kiss, hug, fight with all your might
It's dark but the moon will give us light.
Kiss me and let us run.
Hug me and we'll continue with the run.
Kiss, hug, fight with all your might
It's dark but the moon will give us light.
IT IS NOT A YOKE (07/01/2001)
Moon can fill the sky full with silver.
A single rose so elegant and regal.
So it is alright to be one person
in the world.
Alone, no family
except for distant star relatives
and clusters of Milky Way cousins.
The single rose does not shrink
from being one.
The moon doesn't rush to be near
the sun.
It sits with its chest puffed out wide.
And so these teachers, the moon and rose
tell me it is okay to be one.
BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON YOU (07/21/2021)
Beautiful full moon you
Sometimes full with me
Then sometimes
Full moon behind a cloud
A dark cloud.
Most of moon gone away
Where?
Wish you would take me with you
when you are a beautiful full moon.
Gone away,
You leave me behind
No liquid gold flowing
From you
Filling me up
With golden smooth cream.
When or where, full moon,
Did you go?
I’m missing out
Of parts of you
Someone else is receiving
Your pouring liquid gold.
Will you run out
of liquid gold elsewhere
And come back to me
With a full pitcher of
Thick golden moon cream?
Brrr! Brrr! Brrr!
The black distance between us
Is chilling
So far away are you
shrouded in black
Am I.
With just ink, pen, and paper
to talk to.
Soon I will run out of paper
Just me and pen loaded
With ink—lots of ink.
Floating in black sea
Of moonless sky and water
Alone except for my pen
Loaded with ink.
MARY (1948)
Oh Mary mild
So tender with smiles
That had Jesus for your child.
You are so pretty
In the moonlight
Who had to sleep in a stable
With no light
Except the star light.
When you traveled mile to mile
You did not complain
All you did was smile.
Oh Mary mild
And your sweet little child.
JUST ONE LITTLE STAR (12/02/2013)
Just one little star
or is it a sheep in the sky?
But mostly empty sky
empty of golden moon light
empty of smiling moon face.
Just one lonely lost star
lost from its galaxy family
all alone in cold metal sky.
I CALL TO YOU (06/07/2019)
I call to you -
such cold distance
between us –
You have shut down
Pulled the shade down
Turned off the light
gone home.
I’m left
whining
whistling into the wind
does the moon hear me whale?
Does the moon
Erase my crying?
THE MOON IS NOT HERE (11/30/2013)
The moon is not here.
He has totally left
Visitor I now have is foghorn
who is pompous
and too talkative
but I can’t shut him up.
My moon friend
comes quietly and sits by me
hums and sends sweet vibes.
I miss my moon friend.
PART II MOON POEM (07/28/2018)
Old moon –
I’ll still hang by you
you have lost body parts
and gotten old and wrinkled.
No more do you radiate energy
I am old too –
but you have always been my friend
and we will always be friends.
SWEET MOON WATCHING ME AS I SLEEP (03/09/2012)
Sweet moon watching me as I sleep
sentinel
patient
loving
kind.
The moon watches me when I sleep
and follows me when I wake.
YOU ASKED ME (7/23/1996)
You asked me
what was my balcony
scene tonight?
Tonight the fog's jaws
are big
and hungrily swallow Alcatraz.
Fog - Black mean fire, wildfires
spread covering its soot.
A forest fire here in the city
moving fast
while last evening
the moon sailed
as boats sailed also.
AN APPLE BLOSSOM (04/ 26/1963)
An apple blossom bush
Is a new furry white teddy bear
Wearing flannel pajamas.
It is also a pine tree
Covered with snow
And smoke made by Merlin the Magician.
Apple blossoms also look as though
They're immersed in moon light.
CLOUD NIBBLING ON MOON (03/07/2020)
Cloud nibbling on moon.
and swallowing moons crumbs
community of rocks
being splashed lavishly over
sharing bolts of waves.
MOON IS GROWING (01/22/2021)
Moon is growing
right now peeping
out small
like bright corn
nestled in corn silk
behind clouds.
BUT STILL (01/06/2020)
The moon is showing more of itself
as time goes on
Like you my special friend.
At first your face was like only part of you,
A sliver.
Now with time you are showing me more
of your sides,
But still I realize
there are most parts I’ll never see
or be able to touch.
The moon remains far away
Out of arms reach
But so enjoyable and magical
making my heart
and body sing.
ELEGANTLY (07/1952)
The moon in her white shawl of feathers
Elegantly and slowly covers and uncovers
Her face with a fan of clouds.
WAVES JUMPING UP AND DOWN (01/20/2021)
Waves jumping up and down
yelling, throwing,
what looks like leaves
in the air
Sky giving birth to the moon.
Can see crest of head of baby moon
Soon we will visit
new baby moon
being born.
CLOUDS (1956)
A full moon was shining down on Holland.
It was Spring; everything was fresh.
The people were scrubbing their windows
and sweeping the streets over and over again.
The moon also had been working.
It had been pushing mounds of dirt and scrubbing with soap,
thereby making clouds.
VISITING THE MOON (12/29/2020)
Visiting the moon
with open arms
The moon is happy to see me
The moon and I connect.
The moon is hanging from the tree
like a Christmas decoration.
It rides on my shoulder
like a parrot
as if I was a pirate.
The moon peeks out
from behind the bridge
Oh, the moon tonight
has mumps!
And its jaws are swollen
But the Moon
is in a very good mood tonight
Very jolly
Very happy to see me
Very happy to be connected with me.
The moon and I
so joyous to be connected again.
BUNCHES OF STAR GRAPES (12/07/2001)
Bunches of star grapes
I pick and put
in basket of the moon.
THE FULL MOON A FIREPLACE (03/23/97)
The full moon a fireplace;
the dark parts the logs.
Later the logs dropped
and the fire is covered with eclipse
of ashes and charred logs.
THE FULL MOON (04/25/1997)
The full moon
a fire crackling
in a fireplace.
As the evening goes on,
the logs fall.
I'm comforted by sitting
in front of the fireplace in the sky.
THE FULL MOON (12/11/1962)
The full moon is a biscuit
That has been cut out by a cookie cutter.
It is sitting on a sleek, blue, cookie sheet.
IN ORDER TO LIVE (05/18/1961)
The birch in her tight, silky sheath
Waits at the corner
While the moon folds her blanket of waves
Up under her chin and drops off to sleep
And the heartbeat of the ocean
Pounds against the rock,
Determined to live.
All this goes on while I
See if my projects are in a line
With my star in immortality.
A BIG BRASS PLATE (03/09/1963)
The full moon is a big brass plate
That hangs on the wall of the sky
For decoration.
SCRANTON AT NIGHT (07/ 05/1966)
Seen form a hill
Sea of stars
Still.
The sky-
Deep rich velvet
With elegant folds.
Carried by the moon,
A smooth blond headed woman.
5 AM (06/25/2004)
The wind is asleep.
The moon has dark blanket
pulled up around its ears.
Only bright blond hairs leaks
out the side.
Winds inside my mind
are at rest too.
No dust flying across
the surface of my brain.
SOBBING SOBBING FOGHORN (10/19/2013)
Sobbing sobbing
foghorn mourning Mary Ann’s passing
while very full moon
is at my window
wanting me to let him in.
The very round faced
full moon looks like taffy
a very round-faced cocker spaniel
who had run away.
LAST MONTH I WROTE (04/03/2020)
Last month I wrote
moonlight and exploring the Oregon coast
an expanse of waves.
But today it is sad poems
a constant funeral dirge.
Grateful for blessings of phone calls
and friends’ voices
So grateful.
THE UNEXPECTED MAKES ME SMILE (02/27/2002)
The unexpected
makes me smile.
Playing tag makes me smile.
The full moon
looking in my window
makes me smile.
Seeing a friend smiling
makes me smile most of all.
LOOKING FORWARD TO SPEAKEASY (02/25/2012)
Speakeasy is
a heavenly constellation
Barbara the sun
Ray moon
Carlos Saturn circling around
Bob bright North Star
Jeanne Venus full of color
and female energy
Owen Pluto afar but ever present
Marsha shooting star
Milky Way folks in back who shine.
Keynote speakers – astronauts visiting.
Burton Jupiter very prominent.
THE SUN CAN’T SLEEP (07/12/2018)
The sun can’t sleep
It’s getting harder and harder
for it to get to sleep.
The moon is off asleep.
THROUGH THE WINDOW (Date: Unknown)
Through the window dawn is smiling
in on my dog
while light from the full moon
mixes and bathes her in soft silverness
My dog is silent
as the early morning air.