jakecaller Posted May 5, 2021 Share Posted May 5, 2021 Index Howling at the Moon Howling at the Moon The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy Howling with the Dancing Moon The Pink Super Moon Howling at the Pink Super Moon Long Form Howling at the Pink Super Moon Short Form Posted 5/3/2021 Howling at the Moon 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 skin-tight leather pants Looked so fine That my eyeballs hurt Finally, I had to say something I gathered up my manly courage I walked up to her She looked at me 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 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 chain 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 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 sun 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 The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy 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 A man Sits drinking late into the night On the night of the blood-red super blue wolf 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 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 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 Howling at the Pink Super 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 Drinking up a storm with his buddies He was just an unhinged lunatic Dreaming of howling at the full moon Howling at the moon Riding into the new dawn On a demented Harley Davis cycle With two naked babes on his back FB posting In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them. Howling at the Pink Super 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted May 27, 2021 Share Posted May 27, 2021 Jake, I think I understand what you are trying to say. What I noticed is the lack of physicality or concreteness of some of the key words. There is also a lot of repetition of "lunatic" just not sure if it is helping. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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