Archive for the ‘MoonMania’ Category

Waiting for You

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Shiver, shiver
On my own
Lips blue
Till you come home

Shiver, shiver
Cold bright hands
Stark white
Plane lands

Shiver, shiver
Trembling cold
Stars bright
We enfold

Geek Parents

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Gaming boring boardgames
Gambling gumdrops
Frittering our free time
Singing to the tots!
Theme tunes
With plushy amime heros
Knitting alien head gear
Making cosplay
With spaceship cookies
Daftpunk dreams

Stargaze

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Crimson fade becomes the black
twinkled dots from cataclysmic flak
hang still on celestial thread
from a silent void once wounded

Spectacle of ancient memory
inversed braille in cyphered glory
contemplate chaotic happenstance
when spied in ghostly ignorance

Eyes fooled by druidic physics
blinkered gaze can’t spy the glitch
snails of light trapped by time
as infinitum dusts the nightly chime

Blind by day, asleep at night
rare are we and breath so slight
humanity soothed in vain plaudit
locked in generational mnemonic

Our female rock will fade and die
to join the grain of spatial eye
what beings will perplex the star
that bore our fruit in cosmic tar?

By Jason Conway

Hopeless Maine Moon

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Moon by Tom Brown

This fantastic drawing is by Tom Brown who creates the Hopeless Maine stories and art works.

Microcosm

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

In a puddle patterns are repeating
In the stars the patterns are completing
Gravity in waves are meeting
Patterns over awed and far too fleeting

The Flying Machine

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Mary and Jean are ever so keen
to explore space in a flying machine
This flying machine belongs to their ma
Who borrowed it from their grandpa
Grandpa says he once flew to a far distant star
Where the aliens where large and green
They had to be seen
Both agreed
So they worked hard to fix the flying machine

It burbled and bubbled
And flustered and struggled
But eventually went up in the sky
It flew around and around
But landed with an unfortunate bump on the ground
With a bit of care and lots of elbow grease
Once more they flew into the sky
with grace of a swarm of geese

Of went Mary and Jean who were ever so keen
to explore in that flying machine
First to the moon and then to Mars
Then on to Jupiter, the gas giants
and then to the stars
Out in the galactic back waters they found
Each part of the universe sang with its own special sound
and there they found…

star surfing whales who told rather large tales
and Dark stars with solar quakes
and that the Amdromedians do like to bake
a lot and a lot and a lot of moon mint cake
Oh have another piece for goodness sake!

Once they even found a hole many billions of light years wide
Jean and Mary thought it looked a good place to hide
From the moon mice who squeaked and peeped
And skipped around singing all the time
Which was no crime but got boring and the snoring of Jean…
Was an embrassement
which lead to harassment of the concerned moon mice
which wasn’t nice

so off they went again
this time to explore universe membranes

Plasma seas and oceans of stars
Traffic jams of celestial cars
Candy floss made of vapour from the beginning of all
And trying not to fall down any planets gravity wells

So many stories the girls had to tell
Of adventures in their flying machine
The one that belonged to their Ma
Built by their half alien grandpa
Who were waiting at home
True they were just at the end of the phone
But Mary and Jean were ever so keen to fly home in their flying machine
And tell those tales in person you see
and also have a spot of home cooked tea

Of course once home it was time to begin
to plan the next adventure
Of inter dimensions and vortexes where mentioned

Some adjustments would have to be made to the flying machine
which was fine because Mary and Jean were ever so keen
To explore all they could in Ma’s flying machine
With grandpa and ma they made a pretty good team!

Moonlight

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

It was within your dappled light
and chapped lips
that I found all the beauty
the world
had ever needed.
I found myself blinded by your essence,
as it stroked between
horizons and had the power
to let life be still.
You caressed time, limitless seconds, in a way
I couldn’t even bear,
sometimes too exquisite to be
a part of, to be worthy of.
And yet,
through all your wonder,
our time together is short,
so short it must
be punishment for crimes
we all must wear.
We may only look upon you
fleetingly,
but such glittering beauty
is worth far more than
an eternity.

By Georgia Haines

I See The Moon The Moon Sees Me

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

I See The Moon, The Moon Sees Me by Ellumination Arts

Collage by Elluminations Art

The Maiden’s Dream

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

Green and leafy forest light

Watching over maidens plight

Purple night dark and cold

Witches plot, evil bold

Red rose lips cold to touch

Drank the poison with her lunch

Black and dark the misery sleep

Hoping waiting faeries peep

Greying hags place dragon there

The maiden sleeps in its care

Silvered moonbeams lead the way

show the beauty where she lay

Golden hair and silken gown

Waiting for her lover’s crown

Chestnut hair and tempered blade

Prince comes dragon slayed

Ivory skin smooth and soft

He gently lifts her aloft

Pink lips to hers kiss

Lost in lovers passioned bliss

Brown eyes of liquid grace

Open now – her perfect face

Orange freckles she sees abound

Feels her heart begin to pound

Blue eyes crystal clear

Proposes marriage without fear

by Saffy

Onward to the Edge

Sunday, July 21st, 2019

A code within a code
A mystery that is never solved
It is the universe that unfolds
Showing shadows of worlds untold
And so we look, and so we find
Questions to answer another time