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libramoon

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joined on 01/22/05
last updated 11/01/09
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about me
poet for hire(or exchange/collaboration). Emerging Visions visionary art ezine emergingvisions.blogspot.com
Creator of Cosmic Poetry - poetic interpretations of astrological charts; rituals, ceremonies, lyrics and poems custom created for any occasion.

Email: libramoon42@mindspring.com
Web Page: lunaramble.blogspot.com/
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My Testimonials

May 15, 2007
What a talented beautiful inspirational poet you are !
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Leslie
March 6, 2006
Libramoon is a very talented and soulful poet. Her words touch me so deeply I can sense her inner being and mood.
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my great leap into moderation

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of interest

Submit to Emerging Visions #16 Peaceful Co-Creating ( community » other ) Emerging Visions visionary art ezine #15, Shifting Perceptions ~ still a... read more
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Happy Solstice, EV#15 ~Shifting Perceptions has emerged ( community » other ) Emerging Visions visionary art ezine #15, Shifting Perceptions ~ emerges... read more
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Emerging ... read more
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in a time of transformation

Returning

If I could turn again
If I could turn
If I could
If I
If
I

Flying too high
confused, losing oxygen's fire
infused with thrilling desire
Touch me
Don't take me down

You, who never knew me
grasping at space where
I may have lain
Laugh to my face
exploding in pain
while you writhe
O', that's no way to survive
I'll encase you in goo that
allows you to see me inside intricate mind
Each molecule of remorse
creeping out of your eyes
replace with sweet water
of life, grace effervescing.
I want you to thrive
be better than
still life man.

Rocky mires face all who
walk this ridge
Patience, take time to build up
bridges, irrigation ditches,
inch by plodding inch, plotting
fields of grain, barrels for rain,
roofs, walls, windowpanes,
chimneys for warm hearths below.
Flowing rivers reveal lines for exploration,
mining ores,
mine and yours,
that element missing from accounting calculations,
Earth and her hordes, minions endemic to every
ecosphere
Wherever did you hear that enmity
would take you anywhere but here?
Dear, darling man, so wrapped up in
some plan you think you've sussed;
giving up your birthright and your trust
without second opinion;
believing written history makes mystery clear.
How can I find a way to make you hear?
Why should I any longer care?
Off am I, breathing higher air.
No need to share with those who
daren't climb.
Sublimity, subliminally inclined --
nothing more to reach for.
No need to reach out.

If there is a you, and you choose,
touch me.
Don't take me down.

November 22, 2009
Sun, November 22, 2009 - 1:46 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Something Like a Love Poem

That's what we do.
We fail to come through.
No voiceover narrator keeps score.
I know I told you to count on
my adoration.
In shame, I lose your face
slip away from every trace
that you once gave me.
Anonymous streets, single tables
dark cafes, jukebox blues
I done me wrong
Funk up that song, white boy
as if you taste the craters of
my soul.
Like you, I've learned everything
I know
from late night movies
lyrics on pre-dawn radio.
No one at home has time to do
more than pretend we're all just fine.
How was I to learn more than my lines?
That promises have consequence?
That I am more than dreams
that don't come true?
A quiet stone cottage
outlined by life-bearing
pine, firs, maple, birch
nature's hues and cycles
my heart relaxes.
Meet me here.
You, with your piercing mind,
languid manner of movement,
voice like sunlit stream over
random pebbles and glass
I promise to listen.
I promise to breathe the fruit
of your nearness.
I have bargained for this chance
with all I am.
Before I ever saw my true face
I heard you cry
I felt the ripple of your laughter.

November 21, 2009
Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:04 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
There's always steel-eyed suspicion. Especially when yer poor, automatically suspect, haven't got the fashion or manners expected. Though there's plenty of blame to go around, it gets stuck right here.
Stuff happens everywhere. Those involved get special prayers, funds raised in school fairs, helping hands clapped across their back. Unless they live across the sacred track, have papers that don't quite pass inspection.
Of course, we get what we deserve. If we live beyond the pale, whatever be our tale, it's up to us to serve in silent awe. Our cross to bear, because we're born impure. It's lovely that your source can be so sure. Insurrection
can't be condoned, nor endured. Suffer in contrition for the condition of failed dreams, unseemly scraping by. 'Tis not I who makes these rules. Thus it's ever been, will be, until we choose to honor freedom,
admit reality into negotiations for solutions, until we can agree on this experiment's conclusion. The power of fusion surpasses the power of dissolution.

13/11/9
Fri, November 13, 2009 - 11:25 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Clouds in formation

Scale down
Feel the dirt, hard concrete,
wary neighbor's stare.

I walk street-lined forests
parking lots
businesses closed for the night
flitting by, a ghostly presence
You never would answer my
Circe-eyed stare, babbling confessions
Less caricature than urchin hiding
behind the starlit screen
You were everybody's dream
You said: "we are our own future."
Everyone believed.

Stopping to remember
soot-encrusted steps
smoking Marlboro cigarettes
That core of authenticity
out of boredom, nervous waiting,
demon dancing fairy tales,
skittering dreams
I didn't know at twenty
any more than I do today
Over bright subway lights
people flashing drawn and green
stop to stop
popping bursts of bubble-wrap
Iridescent jellybeans
childish play
Seated at this well-worn window
watching winter unfurl
reminded of planetary inhibitions;
starlight only entices, never means to
settle down, to calcify
Looking backward,
whispers of dust
molecules in migration

There is a viscosity to twilight
Cut from the core
fruit of neural womb, gestating decades
sluggish, subject to cravings, livid dreams
Within the secrets of the seed,
occluded aspects of beginnings,
unfolding
petal by petal
sacred in the morning dew
enticing fragrant fields
as if myths foretell our lives

The story I tell myself
may as well
be the best I can imagine
after years of imagining
Clouds focus attention on
divisions of atmosphere
Fire burns within
unaffected by sunlight

November 4, 2009
Wed, November 4, 2009 - 7:46 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Fall into the calm within the storm
Join the merriment of dancers
where love is a whisper
from which each breath expands
for sweet co-creation

Peaceful Co-Creating Emerging Visions visionary art 'zine #16 has emerged


emergingvisions.blogspot.com


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Fri, October 16, 2009 - 3:49 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Emerging Visions #16 ~ Peaceful Co-Creating --- emergingvisions.blogspot.com --- is the FEATURED project on Evolver today!

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just saying

Re: Chiron rising (in Astrology) I have Chiron conjunct Asc. conj. the GC in late Sag, square Moon conj. Saturn in early Libra and trine Pluto in Leo.
discussion post on Wed, November 25, 2009 - 10:20 PM
Re: Science Fiction Magazines? (in CREATIVE WRITING) you might want to check on the sfwriters tribe:

sfwriters.tribe.net/thread/3...4ea8e01f1
discussion post on Wed, November 25, 2009 - 10:14 PM
on the occasion of my second Saturn return (in visionary arts and minds) Returning

If I could turn again
If I could turn
If I could
If I
If
I

Flying too high
confused, losing oxygen's fire
infused with thrilling desire
Touch me
Don't take me down

You, who never knew me
grasping at space where
I may ... read more
discussion post on Sun, November 22, 2009 - 1:47 PM
Re: happy second Saturn return to me (in Astrology) Yes, today.
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 7:21 PM
self-fulfilling (in visionary arts and minds) Breaking bred

Ravenous beast
born from boiling seas
rampaging barely beneath,
breaking surface
exhaling snarling flame
riotous burning blame
tidal waves that never quench
the fire
All of desire pierces through
poisonous darts
We can'... read more
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:07 PM
self-fulfilling (in Visionary Poetry Writing group) Breaking bred

Ravenous beast
born from boiling seas
rampaging barely beneath,
breaking surface
exhaling snarling flame
riotous burning blame
tidal waves that never quench
the fire
All of desire pierces through
poisonous darts
We can'... read more
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:05 PM
Something Like a Love Poem (in distilled life - artistic philosophy) Something Like a Love Poem

That's what we do.
We fail to come through.
No voiceover narrator keeps score.
I know I told you to count on
my adoration.
In shame, I lose your face
slip away from every trace
that you once gave me.
Anonymou... read more
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:04 PM
Re: the hits just keep on coming (in TRANSIT CLINIC) Happy second Saturn return to me!
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 6:02 PM
happy second Saturn return to me (in Astrology) "Pruning your life ***
Valid during many months: This is one of the most important times in your life. A major cycle of experience is closing, and great changes are about to take place. How great these changes are depends largely on what you hav... read more
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 5:58 PM
Re: Archetypes Manifesting through Transits (in Astrology) tribes.tribe.net/visionart...dc3480aabc
personal mythology
discussion post on Sun, November 15, 2009 - 1:23 PM
personal mythology (in visionary arts and minds) Ever After

Pan, old ugly friend
screams "You're alive!"
Respond?
Retreat into familiar fairytales.
Witch Waif Warrior
Who emerges from the
cold dark water?
Disgusting wounds ignite
in the presence

Making every effort to appear
... read more
discussion post on Sun, November 15, 2009 - 1:16 PM
Re: The Cult of Pharmacology: How America Became the World's Most Trouble Drug Culture (in Depression Help) Thanks, Roger. I sent the article to Seers and Seekers.
discussion post on Sat, November 14, 2009 - 12:49 PM
slap the beat Friday the 13 (in visionary arts and minds) There's always steel-eyed suspicion. Especially when yer poor, automatically suspect, haven't got the fashion or manners expected. Though there's plenty of blame to go around, it gets stuck right here.
Stuff happens everywhere. Those involved ... read more
discussion post on Fri, November 13, 2009 - 11:24 AM
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