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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

 

 

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JoelJosol

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. 

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