The Solitude of Bronze

Sentimental moments,
Suspended still in time.
Solidified atonements,
Frozen, rain or shine.
Standing straight forever,
Seated sovereign-ly.
Hands held together,
In immortality.
Etched in perpetuity,
Solid chiseled stone.
Marbleised congruity,
Stoically alone.
Visages born of man,
Embraced exquisitedly,
Petrified grains of sand,
Encased eternally,
Defiantly reclusive,
Silent in response.
Heroically induced in,
The solitude of bronze.


Copyright © January 2011
Kevin Mooney

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My Morning Cup

Cordially delicious,
Undeniably robust,
Potent, yet pleasing,
Over dinner or lunch,
Flavor-fully familiar,
Jamocha colored rust,
Occasionally entertaining,
Exclusive morning must

Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Paradox of Oz (Pink Floyd Tribute)

This poem is for all the Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon fans out there...


To the faithful few and young in heart,
Dedicated fans from the start.
Speak to me, in a delicate way.
Listen to what I have to say...

Hold your breath then breathe the air.
We all have our own crosses to bear.
Objectively observe the philosophy of time,
Metaphoric riddles and satirical rhyme.
Think of something more to say.
Tomorrow's just a day away.
Live to learn and learn to share,
Strive to go where other's dare.
Each year's shorter day by day,
Time keeps slowly ticking away.

Don't let troubles tear you apart,
It takes courage to have a heart,
No need to think to use your brain,
So lie in sunshine, watch the rain.
Wait for someone to show you the way,
Think there's something more to say?
Quietly desperate, in an offhand way,
Lose your balance, land in hay,
Pose for a statue while on the run,
Look for darkness under the sun.

Somewhere a rainbow arches the sky,
While cyclones appear and houses fly by.
Run Toto run, you're the chosen one,
Evil finds a weakness in everyone.
Sympathy's musical jestered throng,
A symphony-sweet angelic song.
A land exists in a lullaby,
Where troubles melt then liquify.
Wish upon stars and moons fully bright,
Where darkness lurks, and day is night.

A cinemascoped world of black and white.
An open door to any colour you like.
Where diminutive people seem larger than life.
While good and bad witches sport red-rubied strife.
Adventures seem easy when there's one road to choose.
It's us against them, there's no time to lose.
Follow your instincts down roads of yellow brick,
Be wary of diversions, walk cautiously quick.
The lost seek guidance, it's a circular cause.
A lesson learned blindly, it's the paradox of oz.

Look for new friends along life's way.
Race against time towards an early grave.
Remember it's not the peers you choose.
It's they who decide who'll win and who'll lose.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Lunatics laugh to fill empty space,
Listen for heartbeats of immortal men,
Tear-rusted soldiers made of tin.
Totem-treed faces cast apples adieu,
Fire-balled threats, "and your little dog, too".

And when the road taken seems full of despair,
Be weary of Lions, Tigers and Bears.
It's courage that divides the weak and the strong,
Fear that decides whose right and whose wrong.
The bite of a dog is worse than it's bark.
A friend's one to hold, not tear apart.
Virtue's eclipsed by the valor of men,
Their will to survive, their struggle to win.
God only knows what a man will choose,
Faced with a choice and nothing to lose.

If castles loom in the future ahead,
And it's there your mind's sole purpose is lead,
Don't fritter and waste hours that make a dull day.
Don't twitter with flowers that may cause delay.
Far, far ahead across poppy seed fields,
A Sorcerer's castle of emerald and teal.
Press on toward your goal, even when tired,
It'll be good to warm beside the fire.
And if on first try you're turned away,
Identify what brought you, don't dismay.

Once you've discovered your pot of gold,
Watch for evil's telltale hold.
Equine, kaleidoscopic hues,
Fearful citizens' optic views.
Gigs in the sky, words etched in the clouds,
Threatening scrolls of surrender abound.
A meeting of the mind, in the plural sense.
Opulant sorcery frugally spent.
An impossible task, one sure to lose,
Unmeasureable odds, no choice to choose.

Us and them, me and you,
Up and down, black and blue
A galiant quest for a tetrad crew,
A dubious trot, a trepid coup.
Up and down and round and round,
A conjectured plot from emerald town,
A jestered jaunt on jittery knees,
Where evil lurks among restless trees.
Believable spooks and winged monkeys loom,
So which is a witch and whom is whom?

Down and out, there's no place to go,
With or without, tossed to and fro.
It can't be stopped, this maniacle bout,
Who can deny what the fighting's about?
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
A lunatic lies behind a locked door.
A vessel of time, mourned solitude,
Visions sublime, sworn restitute.
Unlock the door, don't throw away the key,
There's someone in my head and it's not me.

Run Toto run, soar once again,
Seek the heroics of ordinary men.
Winkies march in cadenced unison,
Valiant efforts of courageous friends,
Circumvent afflictions with axe and sword,
Breakdown constrictions with dissonant accord.
Though toils and troubles may bolster your fear,
It takes heat and rain to make rainbows appear.
No matter how difficult life seems to get,
Witches are harmless as long as their wet.

Seek that which brought you to the edge of doom,
The sourse of your purpose, a magical broom.
Return and find refuge in false sorcery,
Chrystal ball visions of devine destiny.
All that you touch and all that you see,
Is that the essense of what you believe?
Seek what eludes you, don't blankly assume,
That everything under the sun is in tune.
Conspire to clip fate's binds that loom,
Sever faith bourn tetherred balloons.

When all else fails and there's no hope, it seems,
Recall life's learned lessons, played out in your dreams.
Look for reminders, the means to all ends,
That which defines you, your family and friends.
And if the band you're in plays a different tune,
Imagine you're safe in your own solitude.
When the sun is eclipsed, it's light all consumed,
I'll look for you on the dark side of the moon.
Take solace in knowing that a mind's helpless roam,
Is three heel taps away...there's no place like home.




Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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080109

Nymphs of the Night

Sitting quietly on my front porch swing,
Invigorated by the cool Fall air.
The Magothy certainly is a frenzy tonight,
A symphony of crickets everywhere.

An owl in the distance gives a hoot,
As a dog barks at a walker by.
Croaks of frogs add harmonic suit,
To this nighttime hypnotic lullaby.

A gentle breeze tinkles some chimes,
A distant siren breaks the spell.
A churning rumble of a boat going by,
Compliments the feverish quell.

Swaying in time with the cadenced discourse
of this nocturnal symphonic soliloquy.
Floating in air, rhythmically back and forth,
Watching heaven's celestial sea.

A nighttime canopy of endless stars,
An atrium of twinkling specks.
I often wonder where we are,
In God's solar planetarium GPS?

A bat flies by doing loops in the sky,
All at once I'm lucidly aware,
Of the cluster of mosquitoes, nats and fireflies,
The winged buffet that permeates the air.

I suppose to a bat it's a livelihood,
A way to avoid being hungry and bored.
An acrobatic aeronautical sport,
The prey an pneumatic smorgasbord.

A firefly catches my eye,
It flutters suspiciously near.
It lands on the rail for no reason why,
I stop swinging, bend over to peer.

What in the world, it looks like girl,
With wings and long pointed ears.
She's wearing a vest and ankle boots,
Some kind of bodysuit and short cut hair.

Her eyes seem catlike, as she looks all around,
She sits with a seductive stare.
She's quite peculiar, I move closer to look,
Then it hits me, I'm the only one there.

What could this be, it's a little scary,
Are my eyes playing tricks with my head?
Is this nymph of the night some Tinkerbell fairy?
Maybe I should just go to bed.

The bat then swoops by, again stirs the sky,
The group takes on a life of it's own,
The mosquitoes and nats start to pitch and swirl,
Like some circus or carnival sideshow.

But the fireflies don't seem to mind,
They seem to go along with the flow.
Their off and on blinking seems orchestrated,
Like some elaborate Christmas light show.

Before I am able to run for a jar,
My little pixie takes to the air,
She rejoins her nocturnal flock from afar.
I sit back and watch, now aware,

I never noticed before the patterns they impart.
With their blinking electrical lights.
At first there's an arrow and then a heart,
I think I'm now smitten with my Nymphs of the Night.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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102809

The Gates of Hell

This poem is acrostic and describes Rodin's sculpture The Gates of Hell...



Armageddon's final sightseeing tour,
Utopian visage of Lucifer's lure.
Gargoyles barded bathed in black,
Sentry guarded, no way back.
Turbulent reminders of unsettled scores.
Eternal demonic purgatory door.

Relentless struggles where limbo begins,
On going battles between morality and sin.
Death surrounds the only way in.
Insatiable resistance to Satan's last quell.
Nomadic nonexistence through the Gates of Hell.


Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
102309

The Paradox of Oz

This poem is for all the Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon fans out there...


To the faithful few and young in heart,
Dedicated fans from the start.
Speak to me, in a delicate way.
Listen to what I have to say...

Hold your breath then breathe the air.
We all have our own crosses to bear.
Objectively observe the philosophy of time,
Metaphoric riddles and satirical rhyme.
Think of something more to say.
Tomorrow's just a day away.
Live to learn and learn to share,
Strive to go where other's dare.
Each year's shorter day by day,
Time keeps slowly ticking away.

Don't let troubles tear you apart,
It takes courage to have a heart,
No need to think to use your brain,
So lie in sunshine, watch the rain.
Wait for someone to show you the way,
Think there's something more to say?
Quietly desperate, in an offhand way,
Lose your balance, land in hay,
Pose for a statue while on the run,
Look for darkness under the sun.

Somewhere a rainbow arches the sky,
While cyclones appear and houses fly by.
Run Toto run, you're the chosen one,
Evil finds a weakness in everyone.
Sympathy's musical jestered throng,
A symphony-sweet angelic song.
A land exists in a lullaby,
Where troubles melt then liquify.
Wish upon stars and moons fully bright,
Where darkness lurks, and day is night.

A cinemascoped world of black and white.
An open door to any colour you like.
Where diminutive people seem larger than life.
While good and bad witches sport red-rubied strife.
Adventures seem easy when there's one road to choose.
It's us against them, there's no time to lose.
Follow your instincts down roads of yellow brick,
Be wary of diversions, walk cautiously quick.
The lost seek guidance, it's a circular cause.
A lesson learned blindly, it's the paradox of oz.

Look for new friends along life's way.
Race against time towards an early grave.
Remember it's not the peers you choose.
It's they who decide who'll win and who'll lose.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Lunatics laugh to fill empty space,
Listen for heartbeats of immortal men,
Tear-rusted soldiers made of tin.
Totem-treed faces cast apples adieu,
Fire-balled threats, "and your little dog, too".

And when the road taken seems full of despair,
Be weary of Lions, Tigers and Bears.
It's courage that divides the weak and the strong,
Fear that decides whose right and whose wrong.
The bite of a dog is worse than it's bark.
A friend's one to hold, not tear apart.
Virtue's eclipsed by the valor of men,
Their will to survive, their struggle to win.
God only knows what a man will choose,
Faced with a choice and nothing to lose.

If castles loom in the future ahead,
And it's there your mind's sole purpose is lead,
Don't fritter and waste hours that make a dull day.
Don't twitter with flowers that may cause delay.
Far, far ahead across poppy seed fields,
A Sorcerer's castle of emerald and teal.
Press on toward your goal, even when tired,
It'll be good to warm beside the fire.
And if on first try you're turned away,
Identify what brought you, don't dismay.

Once you've discovered your pot of gold,
Watch for evil's telltale hold.
Equine, kaleidoscopic hues,
Fearful citizens' optic views.
Gigs in the sky, words etched in the clouds,
Threatening scrolls of surrender abound.
A meeting of the mind, in the plural sense.
Opulant sorcery frugally spent.
An impossible task, one sure to lose,
Unmeasureable odds, no choice to choose.

Us and them, me and you,
Up and down, black and blue
A galiant quest for a tetrad crew,
A dubious trot, a trepid coup.
Up and down and round and round,
A conjectured plot from emerald town,
A jestered jaunt on jittery knees,
Where evil lurks among restless trees.
Believable spooks and winged monkeys loom,
So which is a witch and whom is whom?

Down and out, there's no place to go,
With or without, tossed to and fro.
It can't be stopped, this maniacle bout,
Who can deny what the fighting's about?
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
A lunatic lies behind a locked door.
A vessel of time, mourned solitude,
Visions sublime, sworn restitute.
Unlock the door, don't throw away the key,
There's someone in my head and it's not me.

Run Toto run, soar once again,
Seek the heroics of ordinary men.
Winkies march in cadenced unison,
Valiant efforts of courageous friends,
Circumvent afflictions with axe and sword,
Breakdown constrictions with dissonant accord.
Though toils and troubles may bolster your fear,
It takes heat and rain to make rainbows appear.
No matter how difficult life seems to get,
Witches are harmless as long as their wet.

Seek that which brought you to the edge of doom,
The sourse of your purpose, a magical broom.
Return and find refuge in false sorcery,
Chrystal ball visions of devine destiny.
All that you touch and all that you see,
Is that the essense of what you believe?
Seek what eludes you, don't blankly assume,
That everything under the sun is in tune.
Conspire to clip fate's binds that loom,
Sever faith bourn tetherred balloons.

When all else fails and there's no hope, it seems,
Recall life's learned lessons, played out in your dreams.
Look for reminders, the means to all ends,
That which defines you, your family and friends.
And if the band you're in plays a different tune,
Imagine you're safe in your own solitude.
When the sun is eclipsed, it's light all consumed,
I'll look for you on the dark side of the moon.
Take solace in knowing that a mind's helpless roam,
Is three heel taps away...there's no place like home.




Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm027
080109