Guest Post information

This blog is expanding really fast, new followers are coming on board every single day and I’m thrilled! Our little community is not that little anymore! I went back to posting much more of my work to the blog because I had this period where I personally didn’t post that much and now it’s time for your lovely submissions to come in!

Since new bloggers who join us have questions about guest posts and don’t feel like digging through the blog to find all of the previous posts here are the three ways you can guest post on Luna. I will probably repeat this post after every 200-400 new followers just to keep everyone up to speed.

So our beloved POETRY BAR – here you send your poetry works to poetrybar1@gmail.com together with a few words about yourself and a link to your blog and an Instagram account if you have one since The Poetry Bar does and we post your works there also. Check it out here:  https://www.instagram.com/the.poetrybar/

Our second guest post category is #savingme project – here you can share your stories about any type of abuse you’ve experienced. The email is savingmestory@gmail.com. The project was made to let abuse victims know they are not alone. If you don’t want to share your whole story, you can share how you got out, some advice to people going through this hell currently. It’s a safe place and your story can be published completely anonymously. Also, you can see that I post about my own experience with domestic abuse and not only my story but my thoughts, mechanisms that helped me overcome it etc.

Can’t wait to see what you send!

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

Happy New Year

Happy New Year everyone!

I hope you had a lovely evening last night and that you spent this festive time with your family and friends. I wish you all the best in 2020! I hope you all stay happy, positive and filled with hope. May you all get rid of toxic influences in 2020 and believe in yourself more and love yourself more.

Thank you very much for the last year and I hope we will build a better and stronger community in 2020.

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part 3

          [ring]

   softly       distant

            [ring]

 cry soft ‘n distant rise

            [ring]

life’s dawn murm’ring chorus distant
rise in waves white-gold

            [ring]

seep, sound, to black-fled sky
pale re-birth rings tidal

            [ring]

            [       ]

th’cold cast of beamed horizon
th’morrow ‘comes today

            [       ]

straw, rags, ‘n apron bloodied
myriad maidens passed in bringing life
whittled lamb left bale-atop
he’ll add his arms to cradle

             [still]

glazesome vision
(Merit-Amun…)
betrothed, b’loved, wished-for child

  [sainted, softful silence]

Silent morning.
Earthly peace.
Servant girl re-swaddles.
A trough, now cleared of water, filled
with cloth ‘n wool ‘n hay.

Clouding o’er in patchwork blue.
A crashing wave of fire crests
the eastmost ends of Iss-Ra-El
and floods the world with dawn.

Sett’ling o’er ‘n int’ th’present,
sending out oblation:
initiate anew, incarnate is
the sun – arisen.

  [sighed silence – soften]

[rustled makeshift manger]

           [                    ]

               [           ]

                 [cry]

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Untitled

I could feel wounds being picked at
Not intentionally or with malice
But not less painfully for that
That have not all stopped bleeding
Let alone begun to heal

I wonder if I will ever
Be free of them or
If I am too much stained with ink
Pressed into my fingers and palms by
Years of pounding at firmly bolted doors
In ivory walls
To ever be washed clean
If the tattoo needled into me is
Sunk too deep for any laser to burn it out
If I can ever be enough in the sun
After years inside
To tan my skin such that
The marks will fade

Geoffrey B. Elliott, PhD
Founder, ElliottRWI.com
Geoffrey B. Elliott works in recovery in the Texas Hill Country. Some of what he writes appears at www.elliottrwi.com

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco

[Light].[Light].[Light].[Light].
[Light].[Light].[Light].[Light].

Sloped in slow reflection.

        [Stop][Stop][Go…]

The candle on the island
lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
[Strike!]. In silent fire sits,
‘mid smoke dance-dissipation.

Jesticulating silhouettes
sitstand on roadshoreside.

Sloping, hunched memory
of form found ‘midst the moving
sound. [A flashing: Blue].
And you…

[ ].[ ].[ ].

…fading out; detailessness…
Musing, move-bound, glass-gleam lights.
A profile part-remembered in
the pressed ‘n burning sand.

       [Ligh[Ligh[Ligh[Ligh[Ligh  

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/  
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

The End Of Confusion and Fear

The ancient tune’s a’calling me
Away to where so few have gone.
I run to join that joyful dance
With the knowledge that it’s where I belong –
But how I long to share the light and love with you,
To laugh and cry at all the beauty here,
And to race you to the highest mountain top
At the End Of Confusion and Fear.

My life was not an easy one,
Yes, I’ve had my share of pain.
Rivers full of tears and blood
That was shed with nothing to gain –
But, oh, the strength that has come from it all!
What compassion I saw – Oh, what love!
And the wisdom I saw in that one gentle face
That came like an angel from above.

Yes, your life is hard and lonely,
Yes, your path is not a simple one.
No one can doubt your golden heart
Or that you have been treated wrong –
But won’t you let go of past resentments,
Stop defining yourself by the pain?
Let go of what was or might have been
And let peace fall like a steady rain.

Come with me now as the ancient tune
Drives me to where few have gone.
I want share the light and love with you
In this place where my soul belongs.
Our children will dance in the meadows so green
And learn of the strength and beauty here –
And our ancestors will welcome us with pride
To the End Of Confusion and Fear.

Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven   All rights reserved.  (This work has been reprinted with permission of the author.)

Bio: Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is an aspiring writer and poet whose work includes elements of mystery, suspense, and fantasy. She’s also a guest writer at Spiritually Awkward Magazine  . She is currently in search of publishers and fellow writers who share her vision.

Author Site: https://whiteravennet.wordpress.com/

Personal blog: https://superlativedeviation.home.blog/

Instagram: www.instagram.com/ena_whiteraven/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ena.whiteraven

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com