Summer Moon
by Frederick Kesner
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There is a mystery about her
That even at Night she casts shadows;
You’ll find her playful as well as kind,
No other friend in the dark to find.
She’s out when it’s too early for bed,
When the lights are on and the sun has fled;
Her face smiles with a soft silver glow,
Her breath you’ll feel as the Night winds blow.
She invites you to join her in play,
To have some fun at the end of a day;
That you may smile in your dreams tonight,
And in the morn get up fresh and bright.
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A Gift of Myself
Copyright ©:
1984 Frederick Kesner
A few random poems:
- My Friends by W. S. Merwin
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Гроза
- Love by Shahida Latif
- the_holy_tree.html
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 06 by Torquato Tasso
- Владимир Корнилов – Рифма
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лев, сраженный Человеком
- Psalm 86 poem – John Milton poems
- Elijah by Peter Bardsley
- Psalm 81 poem – John Milton poems
- Gazing at the Sacred Peak by Tu Fu
- I Am In Pain For You by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Дела вузные, хорошие и конфузные
- Child’s Park Stones by Sylvia Plath
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Graydigger’s Home by William Stafford
- For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford
- Atavism by William Stafford
- Ask Me by William Stafford
- Allegiances by William Stafford
- Across Kansas by William Stafford
- A Ritual To Read To Each Other by William Stafford
- Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 125: Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 121: Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 117: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
