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

 

 

 

 

“The Fight Of Our Lives”

A beautifully express poem about the truth and where we, as Americans, stand or fall as we plunge into a hellish place led by the devilish man called Trump – the wanna be dictator of America, no longer the free.

Poetry of Emotions

You chase us into the darkness
with your hateful touch
but we still manage to see the light.


You anger us with your harshness
we used to run freely as such
now we are awake all day and night


Infecting our compassionate humanity
with your wicked ways
leaving separated and socially distanced


Yet we forget our prideful vanity
seemingly hiding away
not forgetting who we are for an instance


So many sweet sorrowful deaths
now taste of the earth
as many mourn hearts dearly broken


So many sacred souls holding their breath
red crosses since birth
for the heroes proper words cannot be spoken.


Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

“To endure the fight of life”

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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