Ode to the Mercury Cafe...a poem

The Mercury Cafe-my photo

Ode to the Mercury Cafe
By Michelle R aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

I have come to this
the Mercury Cafe,
to hear the likes
of John, Mary and Sue
or maybe Shakespear too.

I strain to listen
to those
on this stage
we could call
life.

The prose pours forth
ticking away
at time.
The words
of hapiness
heartbreak
confusion
and wonder.

These words
empower,
shape us
and have meaning.

In the listening
we become better people
and possibly
a hope
for another.

Moon Magic & Satisfaction...two short poems

This was a challenge by a group I formerly belonged to called Poetry Posse. The type of poetry is called Alliteration.
Alliteration is the repeated consonant sound at the beginning of each word used. No vowels.  This was/is very different poetic writing for me but I took the challenge and ended up writing two as you will see below.
~Michelle



Moon Magic
By:Michelle R aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Moon Magic
Magestically Manifested
Mindlessly
Make me
Mellow.
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Satisfaction
By:Michelle R aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Soulful songs
She sang
Silently sewing silk
Seeing stiches
Sewn straight
Sought satisfication.

Another Dance In the Moonlight...a poem for mature audience

Another Dance In the Moonlight

By: Michelle R. aka Naila Moon

Two heartbeats

Merge into one.

The rhythm,

Fever pitched.

Dancing in the darkness

The movement,

Sensual.

Entranced in the music

Eyes connecting

Bodies in motion.

The moonlight reveals,

Ecstasy.

Today Is A Brand New Day...a poem and photo

Today Is A Brand New Day
By Michelle R aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf


Today is a brand new day.
I am here to walk with you on your way.
Help you,
Speak to you,
Give you a kind word,
Offer you advice,
And bring you some peace.

Today is a brand new day.
A hope
And a look at the future.
Be good to your self
And know
That tomorrow,
Is a brand new day!

Home...a poem and photo

Home
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Looking at me with a tear in his eye,

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he so cried.

With inward breath

I took in the view

A place of antiquity

A place now new.

Our home we had found

Home in which we were to slumber

Home with beautiful sunrise

Home with plenty of food in numbers.

For you see this home,

This beauty to behold

Was of the Earth

Not of stone.

The land was free

The red woods grew tall

This Earth,

This land,

Was free for us all.

I could not help

As I stood in this place,

To thank our Creator

For the loving grace.

The purity

And the love

That was shown

To the human race.

My Husband's Pet... a poem

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Animals are such agreeable friends –

they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

~ George Eliot

English novelist (1819 - 1880)

                              BONUS QUESTION: What was George Eliot’s real name?

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My Husband's Pet
By:Michelle R...aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

My husband has a pet
He really is quite big
He tries to give him baths
But all his pet wants to do is dig.

His pet has torn up my carpets
And ate the curtains too
His pet wakes the neighbors
What is a wife to do?

My husband loves his pet
Which makes him quite giddy
But if he does not do something soon
To clean up all the mess
My husband may find himself sleeping on the sofa
So I can get some rest!