THE MOON AT NOON

Have you seen

The Moon at noon?

As a pale reflection,

A mere cartoon?

Does it make you

Wonder why?

While stealthily gazing

At the sky?

Why the Moon,

Does seem to follow,

The yellow Sun,

Like a silver shadow?

With a secret smile,

Upon its face,

Does it mean

To take its place?

Could you contend,

With a silver light,

When the dawn breaks,

At daylight?

And could you see,

The stars so bright,

Through a yellow Sun

At Midnight?

Alas, whom among us,

Would then wish to croon,

Amis so much confusion,

A tune to the Moon?

So, when you gaze,

Upon the Moon at Noon,

Say a Silent Prayer,

Not to make it soon!

                                                        Karen Ann DeMers (c) 1984

 

 

 

 

Annie’s Land

In Annie’s land

The world looks so bright,

cause it glows in a magical light.

As the day dawns

on green velvet lawns,

clouds of pink cotton candy,

billow forth and taste just dandy!

As the Sun in the heavens,

sits on high,

it prances about in a buttercup sky.

While peppermint trees sway in the breeze,

sparkling sugars dance from their leaves.

Cherry bright berries look so merry,

while on marsh-mellow mushrooms,

dancing with fairies.

And caramel ants dance in a trance,

To the bluebell’s jingle do the prance.

In Annie’s land there is nothing to fear,

cause nobody ever sheds a tear.

Where every little creature joins the band,

To sing to Annie, cause she’s so grand.

All the little children love her so much,

Cause she gives to them all her magical touch.

In Annie’s land the world looks so bright,

Cause everybody knows it glows with God’s light.

Karen DeMers © 1983

Beneath a Satin Moon

Beneath a Satin Moon,

In a golden wood,

Beneath a painted sky,

A paper house is standing,

Underneath a satin Moon.

And in the garden growing,

Pastel flowers flourish,

And never lose their bloom.

Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall,

As lovely as they are,

They never see a raindrop fall.

And tiger lilies made of silk,

Slink around a lily pond,

Of which there are, you know,

Quite fond.

As gilded Goldfish swim

amidst the frilly lilies,

Blue waters smooth as glass,

Gaze upon the heavens,

As they pass,

Reflecting all they see,

In nature’s perfect harmony.

All this of course,

Is nothing but pure imagery,

But none the less,

It interests me.

For it’s as real,

as real can be,

But then, of course,

Who knows reality?

                                                Karen Ann DeMers © 1996