Poem For The Moon

[aimeejulia]

This is a tailor made poem for you...

 

This is a tailor made poem for you

Especially thought for you my friend,

With my best wishes for the future

Wherever we might be.

 

The other week or the week before

I was dreaming about a crowd,

With no boundaries and no limits,

Surrounding all our space,

And in all this chaos

I’ve heard your voice

Which soothed me

With sweet words

And tender touch,

But you were nowhere to be seen

 

The crowd suddenly heaved,

And started squeezing and squeezing,

Till my breath faltered,

And then.

Stopped.

 

And I was so disturbed by this dream

That I started crying with helplessness,

And search for you

Then from behind a cloud I saw you...

 

Moon

 

Aimee J. Fenech

[aimeejulia]

thanks for the nice comment...

 

here's another one

 

Sweet Memory

 

We ll sit facing each other,

Palms touching lightly,

Talking in whispers,

If I close my eyes - I'll still see you,

If I move away - I'll still feel you,

If you stop talking - I'll still hear you,

Sweet memory so fresh and clear,

Dispell the shadows of my mind,

We meet half way across this space,

Presence lingering in still air,

The smell of heaven on our skin,

We ll sit facing each other,

Palms touching lightly,

Talking in whispers,

If I close my eyes - I'll still see you,

If I move away - I'll still feel you,

If you stop talking - I'll still hear you.

Sweet memory so fresh and clear.

 

Aimee J. Fenech

[grant]

I like Sweet Memory best, both nice.

[aimeejulia]

Free spirit fascinated

 

Free spirit fascinated,

I am by your embrace,

I've read your quest for freedom,

I'll honour thy request,

Although I know I'll lose you,

I've known this all along,

I thought my shield would guard me,

Well this time I was wrong.

 

Free spirit fascinated,

I am by your sweet words,

I've heard your words unspoken,

I'll answer in sweet verse,

Although I know I'll lose you,

I know you'll never forget,

The times we've shared together,

The smile upon my face.

 

Free spirit fascinated,

I am by your caress,

I've felt your tender loving,

I'll crave for it again,

Although I know I'll lose you,

I know you'll miss me too,

For what we have is fire,

The kind that scars my soul.

 

So many words unspoken,

Free spirit hear them now,

You are to me my sun my moon,

The reason I'm so happy,

The reason I'm so blue.

 

Aimee J. Fenech

[aimeejulia]

Brilliant poem!!!!!!!!

 

[Chinahand]

This is a tailor made poem for you...

 

This is a tailor made poem for you

Especially thought for you my friend,

With my best wishes for the future

Wherever we might be.

 

The other week or the week before

I was dreaming about a crowd,

With no boundaries and no limits,

Surrounding all our space,

And in all this chaos

I’ve heard your voice

Which soothed me

With sweet words

And tender touch,

But you were nowhere to be seen

 

The crowd suddenly heaved,

And started squeezing and squeezing,

Till my breath faltered,

And then.

Stopped.

 

And I was so disturbed by this dream

That I started crying with helplessness,

And search for you

Then from behind a cloud I saw you...

 

Moon

 

Aimee J. Fenech

 

Some people don't like it when you unweave the rainbow, but for me it adds to the mystery of life - this poem sounds like a perfect example of been hag ridden, or sleep paralysis.

 

Link to: Sleep Paralysis as Spiritual Experience: DAVID J.HUFFORD: Penn State College of Medicine.

 

Link to Wiki: Link.

 

I've been hag ridden once in my life - I was out in the wilds of China, it was freezing cold, and the government guest house - no running water, no heating - had fires under the beds - called a Kang in chinese.

 

Suddenly I realized I couldn't move, and suddenly I felt a real physical blow on my chest and a feeling of a heavy wait pinning me down stopping me breathing. It was a real shock and I fought it til I came awake in an empty room with me drenched in sweat - from the struggle with the spirits, or the fire under the bed?

 

I trudged outside - it was well below freezing and the stars were bright - no moon I'm afraid - and felt very very alive.

 

300 years ago I could have been burnt for reminiscing about such things - we move on, but the mysteries remain.

[aimeejulia]

Some people don't like it when you unweave the rainbow, but for me it adds to the mystery of life - this poem sounds like a perfect example of been hag ridden, or sleep paralysis.

 

Link to: Sleep Paralysis as Spiritual Experience: DAVID J.HUFFORD: Penn State College of Medicine.

 

Link to Wiki: Link.

 

I've been hag ridden once in my life - I was out in the wilds of China, it was freezing cold, and the government guest house - no running water, no heating - had fires under the beds - called a Kang in chinese.

 

Suddenly I realized I couldn't move, and suddenly I felt a real physical blow on my chest and a feeling of a heavy wait pinning me down stopping me breathing. It was a real shock and I fought it til I came awake in an empty room with me drenched in sweat - from the struggle with the spirits, or the fire under the bed?

 

I trudged outside - it was well below freezing and the stars were bright - no moon I'm afraid - and felt very very alive.

 

300 years ago I could have been burnt for reminiscing about such things - we move on, but the mysteries remain.

 

I've never been hag ridden but have vivid dreams of dying every now and then...I think I have more poems in subject too...have to dig in the archives hehe

[aimeejulia]

I die

 

I stand alone and tears wet my frightened face.

 

I find myself lost,

Lost into a dream, or rather a nightmare,

I look around me,

Desolation burns my weathered soul,

I scream and yet,

No sound corrupts this silence,

I shed tears,

Which wet my cheeks incessantly,

I walk and walk,

Without a destination,

I hear nothing, except,

My heartbeat mark my footfall,

I look behind me,

Eyes see nothing but dark misty fog,

I touch the earth beneath me,

It seems like rain shattered it into a million pieces,

I sit aside and wait,

Eternity will pass me by,

I feel so alone,

Loneliness will get my death to visit,

 

My heart seems to grow smaller,

 

My eyes wider,

 

I open my mouth,

 

I sigh,

 

I die.

 

Aimee J. Fenech

[aimeejulia]

Nothing Worse

 

alone where i stand

let the wind blow

and the tears roll

down the hills

 

for when the sun sets

all goes quiet

and the clocks slow down

to make the night longer

 

for there is nothing worse

than being alone

 

alone where i stand

let the wind blow

and the tears roll

down the hills

 

for when winter comes

all will hide

and the stillness will reign

to the day when summer comes back

 

for there is nothing worse

then being alone

 

alone where i stand

let the rain fall

and the tears roll

down with the streams

 

for here and now has gone

alone where i stand

let the clouds cover the moon

and the willows weep

 

for there is nothing worse

then being alone

[homarus]

It's great to see somebody posting something special ,I used to write the odd bit of poetry (not for quite a while now) but as it seems to be poetry night I hope you wont mind if I post one or two?

 

 

Hey you !!!!

with long dark hair and sunbeam smile

Maybe we could sit and talk awhile?

Then you could tell me

What it's like ,to be so perfect,

yet not care.

While all around ,are well aware !

Tell me what it's like ?

To be you .

SEAGULLS

 

Lying awake on Douglas head

5.30 in the morning it must be said

My windows wide open theres hardly a sound?

Just a few Manx residents winging around

Laughing and diving and crying out loud!

Just caught a fish mum will be proud

A better life I could not conceive ?

At one with the sky and the warm southern breeze!!!

[aimeejulia]

Nice poems

[homarus]

Thank you Aimeejulia!

 

As I said it's nice to see a creative influence on proceedings !

 

Keep up the good work!