Another Pink Moon

More Lunatic Poems

More Lunatic Poems

Update: 5/25 a few more lunatic poems written on the eve of the lunar eclipse on the second super moon in a  row plus my earlier “Howling at the Moon Poems”.

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Howling at the Blood Moon

Here then are my howling at the Blood Moon poems. The first three were published in Two Drops of Ink.

1. Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
2. Howling at The Moon
3. Lunatic Howling at the Moon
3. One Crazy Day
4. Full Moon Lunacy
5. The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy
6. Howling with the Dancing Moon
7. The Pink Super Moon
8. Howling at the Pink Super Moon

5/25/updates

9.Howling at The Moon Like an Escaped Banshee

10. The Lunatic Light of The Blood Red Super Moon

11. The Werewolf Emerges

Lunar Eclipse Poems

Howling at The Moon Like an Escaped Banshee

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Sam Adams
Sat drinking alone
In a bar
On the shady side of life

Filled with strange creatures
Fellow lost souls
Drinking late into the night

The lunatic light
Of the blood-red moon
Illuminates the bar

He stands up
Twenty drinks too sober
Walks outside

Looks at the full moon
Begins howling at the moon
Like an escaped banshee
Released from hell

The Lunatic Light of The Blood Red Super Moon

Another Pink Moon

 

 

 

 

The lunatic light
Of the blood-red super moon
Lights up the mad night

The Werewolf Emerges

 

 

 

On the night of the super red full moon
Sam Adams set in a bar
Drinking his way to hell

As fast as he could
Sam Adams had a secret
He was convinced
That he was a werewolf

On the nights of the full moon
He would shed his human form
And the inner werewolf would emerge
To howl at the moon

As the blood-red moon danced across the sky
The transformation began
As usual

Sam gradually felt
The inner werewolf emerging
Taking over his soul

Sam Adams stood up
The transformation complete

He ran outside
To howl at the moon

The other drinkers
Shrugged

Just another night
Of insanity
In their din of iniquity

Howling at the Blood Moon

In honor of the blood wolf moon January 20-21, 2019 here are my “lunatic poems”. and links to various sites which discuss whether the blood moon is a harbinger of impending doom. I leave that you to you to decide….

These are updates to my earlier postings.

Howling at the Blood Moon

howling at the moon

Here are some articles on the deeper significance of the blood moon according to right right Christian sources.
why CHristian pastors fear-january-blood-moon

https://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/1052287/Blood-Moon-2019-lunar-eclipse-end-of-world-impending-doom-world-bible-prophecy

blood moon coming what you need to know

 

 

 

 

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

And finally, I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her

And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin

I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon

Howling At The Moon

blood moon
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I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town

Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood-red full moon

The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chains

And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last

To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes
Stripping naked

Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom

Lunatic Howling at the Moon

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As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon

Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon

Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle

With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the moon
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought

He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

And I wake up
Alone in my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again

The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before

And I join him
In howling at the moon

One Crazy Night

 

 

 

 

 

One crazy moonlit night
I could not get to sleep
At all

I looked up
Looked out at the window
At the full blood moon
Saw by its lunatic light

Your face
Was in the moon

And I looked up
At the light
That crazy light
And dreamed

I was with you
Again

And I woke up
Again

And I woke up
Alone in my bed

Dreaming dark dreams
Of You

Wishing it were
Other than it was

All alone
All alone again
In this world

Full Moon Lunacy

The Full Moon hangs
In the evening sky

Huge, heavy and full of mystery
It almost looks like it will fall
Out of the sky

The full moon brings out
The lunatics to run amuck
Howling at the light of the moon

The full moon inspires lustful thoughts
And wild erotic imaginings
And dark secret desires

As the lunatic light of the full moon
Causes civilized people
To lose themselves
And embrace their inner wild child

And so, I stare
At the lunatic light
Of the full moon

And howl like an escaped banshee
Howling at the moon

The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

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On a moonlit night
The Pink moon
Shone casting a baleful light
On the world below

A man sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In an evil part of the city

Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on

Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer

He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill

He stood up
Stepped outside
And howled
At the Pink Moon
Who smiled at him.

Howling with the Dancing Moon

Pink Moon
Pink Moon

A man
Sits drinking late into the night
On the night of the blood-red
Super Pink moon

The lunatic light of the moon
Inspires him
As he drinks
In that depraved din of inequity
On the left side of society

Drinking with his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Evan, Old Granddad
Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
And one beer
Watching the naked woman
Dancing on stage

He finishes drinking
20 drinks too sober
He walks outside

And sees the naked moon
Dancing up a storm
Flying across the sky
Ripping her clothes off

Tap dancing
To the insane disco beat
Of the bar

He gives in
Jumps into the sky
Dancing with the naked moon
Howling with the moon maiden

Like an escaped banshee
From the lunatic bins
Of Hell

The Pink Super Moon

Another Pink Moon

 

 

 

 

The Pink Super Moon
Casts a cold baleful glow
Over the sleeping world
Inspiring the drunken men
To howl at the Moon

Howling at the Pink Super Moon

More Pink Moon
More Pink Moon

On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon
Casting a baleful light
On the world below

While inside
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In a den of iniquity

In an evil part of the city
On the left side
Of society

Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on

Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer

He was just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe

So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive

He did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That his eyeballs hurt

Finally, he had to say something
he gathered up my manly courage
He walked up to her

She looked at him
Instantly bewitched his soul
With a devilish grin

He lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic

Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

Sam Adams woke up alone,
In his bed
The naked babes
Having disappeared
From his demented dreams

Saying,

“Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”

The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before

And joins him
In howling at the Pink moon
In the fading light
Of the lost last night
Of the newly damned

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