I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark
and midnight wanderlust.
It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous mud and tar;
whereupon I chanced a glimpse
and found a fallen star.
An ancient from celestial realms
dimly glowing in the murk
I heard it sing to me:
Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.
You roam upon this infant orb,
you draw from it thy life,
but I sense greed and evil scorn
and no land void of strife.
I beg you tell me how it came
that creatures such as thee
have found such hatred in thy souls
to punish endlessly.
It’s not so bad, I said out loud
we know of love as well…
as to the fate of mother Earth
I simply can’t foretell.
The ground beneath my weary feet
gave way to empty space
then all around me in the void
I saw the human race.
Starving children, ill and gaunt
were kicked by wing-tipped shoes.
Females ranging every clime
in silence nursed abuse.
In darkness men were plotting war
in light their banners raised
it mattered not which way I looked
some evil met my gaze.
Make it stop, I beg you please!
Why poison thou my mind?
What can I do to stop all this,
is no good left to find?
Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.
You roam upon this infant orb,
you draw from it thy life,
and though you’re one of many men
love in thy chest is rife.
You must return to whence you came
you must confer abroad
the goodness that within thee burns
seek first to serve the flawed.
Think on the vast expanse of space
so empty, dark and cold…
and how despite the hopeless cause
star-light you still behold.
So too might thou, if you’ll but try
endure this awful plight
for in the vast expanse of hate
love is thy shining light.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning
Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....
Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~
Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!
Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre
Torn from destined books carving ancient time....
Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire
Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~
Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights
Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....
Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?
Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this
My own Aphrodite....
...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011
STARS LIGHT, THEY SHINE BRIGHT
Glowing gems that dress the night,
I yearn to know your brightness art
blinking quick, blinking slow
my running thoughts you make them go...
From arid desert to distant worlds,
stars white shimmer a wordless speech:
their wink--a gift of hope to travelers
who dare tread the darkest steep.
In my arms, I have one little star
so mild, so child, my antidote to fear
twinkle in her eyes, my happiest tear
years ebb my star bloom to a big star
I clap loud for my star scintillates from afar
Amidst terrors strike, she, standing still
her Venus light shining in the flight of years.
She soft-hearted despite some limiting steel
My star swim, swim to life's stream
'til pass a tide, she found her hearts' star
One day he said: "she is his dearest"
so eighth of February, they breath their vows
Soon, after a year, my before little star
now cradles her own baby star.
Her eyes so deep, her grin so sweet,
our little star add a touch of treats.
Twinkle, twinkle little stars--
gleam silver above the skies
let your light boogie near or far
on each fair fields that before us lie.
Sponsor Kelly Deschler
Contest Name Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
2:12 pm, April 24, 2014
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I looked up at a silver moon
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea
That fateful night in June
And as I stood upon the bow
A furrow crossed my troubled brow
When I saw a dying star fall from the sky
As the wind out of the north
Began to cry
'Twas then with fearful heart
I came at last to realize
That we were sailing
On a wave of ill-tidings
Known as 'The Devil's Tide'
For no omen of the sea
Brought more fear than thee
A fallen star - a silver moon
Together in the month of June
If legend true would surely bring us doom
So with no trace of land in sight
We sailed onward through the night
I - the Captain 'Louie Lou'
With my faithful crew
Aboard the 3 mast schooner 'Angel - of the Blue'
On canvas wings we flew
Upon the wailing wind that blew
Then suddenly a hush of malaise
Crushed the summer night
Filling all the crew with dreadful fright
As all the stars in heaven lost their light
And the silver moon dipped completely out of sight
Leaving us to drift without guidance
To our unknown plight
An eerie sound began to roll out of the west
Growing louder and louder as we held our breath
Until it was upon us and the ship began rise
As we looked in horror into the Devil's eye
As the Angel of the Blue began to fly
Up the Devil's breast she climbed 20 fathoms high
One by one the Angel's wings were torn away
As she fought to save us from the Devil's rage
Screams of horror falling from her timber sides
As the crew fell into the Devil's tide
And I - tethered to the helm - watched them die
As we climbed even higher into the Devil's eye
And as the Angel's body creaked and cracked
We finally scaled the crest and rode upon the Devil's back
Just before I fainted and my world went black
I woke up in the morning high on a mountain side
Never knowing just how I had survived
knowing only that my Angel and my crew had died
Many years have come and gone since then
And I am forever haunted by each and every one of them
My faithful crew and my mighty 'Angel of the Blue'
I see their faces in my dreams
As I awaken to their screams
Wishing, too - that I had died
But someone had to live
To tell the tale of the 'Devil's Tide'.
Author: Elaine George
Entry for contest: Legends
Awarded: First Place
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2007
A cycle of rebirth
from the depths of the universe.
during acts of love
cast mystical spells...
generating creative life forces.
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014
I wish upon a star tonight to be where you are.
When you passed from this life you left a scar.
I remember kneeling by your bed each night as you slept.
You were sleeping like an angel but did not wake so I wept.
I would love to be where you are even if it would be for just a while.
There is an ache in my heart to see your blue eyes with your smile.
My love and devotion to you has always been forever strong.
I am still here stuck in this life, but I hope it will not be long.
I love you with all my heart and you were my life’s song.
I have missed you so much baby since you have been gone.
I look up to the sky tonight knowing you are far.
I am singing you an old love song with your guitar.
There are tears in my voice crackling as I sing your song.
I love you more, and I hope it's not going to be too long.
Edward J Ebbs - October 17, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
once again I forget
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!
Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013
The Hollywood hills still echoes with his
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory,
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished,
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider.
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013
Of all of the things
I like about you best,
that one special thing,
your, "apart from the rest".
Our creative adventures
are hands down, by far,
the best of my best times,
which makes you my star.
My former forevers
found paths of their own,
each playing their part
in the ways I have grown.
There's so much of me
I would never have known
had I not let my heart
take its chances when shown.
With a precedence set
of what to expect
disappointment was easy
to learn to accept.
Sharing my passions
was only a dream
and fairly uncommon,
or so did it seem.
It was after the breaking
and building of me,
you came to unlock
what's inside with your key.
One specially made
to be used in due time,
to finally see
my life's reasons in rhyme.
My creative companion,
my, "never to be"
was suddenly sharing
a lifetime with me.
How could I appreciate
such a rare find,
without having first lived
with a much different kind.
At times I'd reflect and wish
we had more past,
that the years go so fast.
I was being prepared
to be where you are,
here in my heaven
embracing my star.
Copyright © Jeannie Minor | Year Posted 2016
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.
~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~
Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean
came a pop star
for all to love and see
from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage
for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list
a studded white glove
and white socks just because
a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame
scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth
neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith
michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm
will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial
for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child
In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
Somewhere out there on a distant star is a
place where we belong all to ourselves where
there's no words nor a familiar face. On
this star is where we eternally exist
without critiscism or anyone's sultry words.
On this star you'll never cry, except from
tears of joy. Somewhere out there our love
has no bounds, out there were never alone,
always in each other's arms. Though no
matter how bright this star maybe it still
doesn't compare to you or me. Some where out
there on that star we'll find each other and
finally be at peace. Until then somewhere
out there we shall meet.
Copyright © Stephen Frazier | Year Posted 2005
I’m a man of my word,
I always do my best to keep every promise,
and I never make a promise I know I can’t keep
I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you really do need it,
but I’m no humanitarian
I always offer others my help,
but I rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes me feel like I’m weak
I am weak,
yet, I’m stronger than I seem
I am a rock star on the inside,
but, physically and mentally, I’m a rock star who has no musical abilities
At times I have self-esteem,
but, I really never do
I’ll say I believe in myself and that I’m happy with what I can do,
but, truth be told,
there’s always that nagging doubt,
the lingering thought,
the dreaded fear of proving myself right,
and confirming the utter worthlessness that I usually find in myself
I overanalyze everything
I’m always thinking about something
I love to watch people
but I hate it when people stare
I am a Christian,
but at times I wonder if God even cares?
then call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,
as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,
or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to
With time, I’ve grown too scared to reach for the stars,
to walk out on limbs,
put myself on the line
but, I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,
while I am stuck in misery
I don’t know who I am
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
The planet we call home will never die,
it will continue in orbit at one with the sky.
Imagine how small the Earth has got to be,
when you see it surrounded by the Galaxy.
A star is born for everyone who lives,
as a guardian angel our strength it gives.
When the time comes and our work is done here,
our star creates a tunnel in which we disappear.
Meanwhile we face destiny unaware of our fate,
as we live our own life that of which we create.
Being with loved ones. Family and friends by our side,
taking and giving our hand to a lost soul as their guide.
At times I get confused feeling so weak and alone,
I hold my head high using my strength to the bone.
Though I stay sane so much still goes wrong,
my choices are maps to the direction I belong.
I've gained enough wisdom along my way,
to know there's something to be learned each and everyday.
No matter how much energy is used for strength,
as long as it's positive it can go to any length.
All that exists, all we are, and all we see,
shares one thing in common, energy.
I look up to the sky surrounding me,
and imagine I am one with the Galaxy.
It gives me a feeling of ever lasting energy,
introducing to me wonders of.........Infinity!
Copyright © Nicole Gray | Year Posted 2005
I do not need
map or compass
to find your heart
The special light
from the stars
Look in the east
If the planet
is close enough
to the stars
I could pick
with my hands
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Once, when no star shined
on slick, black, asphalt roads,
the murky wetness
of November's watered nights
a freedom-feeling and
The moisture lubricated
sluggish mental cogs that
all the dirty, dry, autumnal season
had rusted tight and atrophied.
Wildness no man can tell
I knew then.
All November's labored length
my nightly notions filled:
my bacchic spirit soared and flew,
traveled far, saw much in waking dream,
along a single street, wet
and splotched with light from cars
which coughed their fumes
as they passed my momentary immortality.
time has come when I no longer
feel delight to revel in the wildness
that I knew:
senses, now subordinate to sense,
defuse the spell
and November nights are merely
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
Universes of time, aged stars;
Silent and bright, how they swirl.
Each one lights its own corner of the heavens;
each stands as one body;
serving the universe, alone.
They all reach great heights.
There are no fears here of heights;
no phobias among these stars;
despite them having to stand alone.
Round and round they swirl;
each centrifugal body,
swirling in the heavens.
When people look at the heavens;
they look to great heights;
and peruse those wondrous bodies.
They stare and dream, beneath the stars;
watching them blink and swirl;
each doing their job together, yet alone.
The state of being alone,
up there, in the heavens;
in a constant state of, swirling;
can steer them to those, limitless heights.
Like people, they are travelers, those stars;
little gypsy’s in cosmic light bodies.
With no limbs to impede their bodies;
they travel to other universes, alone.
Each life has its own journey, even a star;
as it travels through the heavens;
it achieves, greater and greater heights;
never looking back, as it swirls.
Like stars, the human mind, with dreams…swirls;
within the mortal body;
Until it too, achieves great heights;
and doing this, very much alone.
Man dreams of rising to heaven;
just like the gypsy stars.
In the end, like dwarfed stars; the human mind will cease its swirl.
In the heights of heaven, there is no mortal body.
No soul is alone, yet without any spin, it achieves those new heights.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
There once was a wonderful star
Who thought she would go very far
Until she fell down
And looked like a clown
She knew she would never go far
She would land near the moon
Copyright © Cassie Smith | Year Posted 2012
Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate
The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes
The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend
A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
J imi, a talented guitarist
I n the world of Rock
M ade young girls cry
I n his world, how he shined!
H ard wired to play
E arly love for guitars
N ever found Nirvana
D ying each day, endless pain
R iding strings of his music
I n his mind, demons taunted
X iting too soon, young legend!
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.
I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.
Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Written in the stars as destiny.
I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.
I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.
Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2013
In sleight of hands,
as if by chance,
two lives were meant to be
star-crossed, as if a plan.
One glance, as you were passing by
left me without a reason why,
I'm lost among the stars
and blinded by the moon
1/26/15 Inspired By The "Tarot Card" Contest: Number 5
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
By Carrie Richards
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.
Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.
But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2012
Glowing, giving, shining
Lights up the universe
dazzling, sparkling, lighting
Copyright © Angelica Perez | Year Posted 2005
I might sparkle in the night
but I'm not the only star
you might not see them in the sky
it depends on where you are
Am I the only light in your eyes
that makes you smile when you cry
if your favorite's what you say
don't you blink it might fade away
Only when we give everything
we're truly ready for better things
we invite ourselves off to drift
the steam rises and our spirits lift
Follow me, into sun sets
be brave and strong with no regrets
and when the sea takes the light
we'll find a new day after the night
there's still a new day after the night
Copyright © Brandon Triv | Year Posted 2013
Go for life of the amazing if you want it, choose what you see, be much more .
Around in the night underneath the street lamps light, sing the songs stay up late, watch the great film, gaze at the night sky. Waiting for you is more than the nearest window its an entire planets four seasons.. Film due premier tonights broadcast tomorrows primer, where the sky ends night begins today is the future of tomorrow..
Seasons of yesterdays reason. Four Seasons never the reason its only a planets four seasons underneath night skies the lamps a stars light ,think of the songs to pray, due skies? & sigh you laugh, & cry disagree to love unconditional.
Agreement of a disagreement unconditionally, question the question of you. Ive played left you turn right, the hardest in love a man of science..
The artist of arts scientific yet creative never could have your photo, provocative photograph a photographer of your model, a clay sculpture, artist due to paint. The misfortune has been a good fortune of a Witchs time, due tell your misfortune my fame. Burning to mislead, due earning & burning of the misled, a fortune earned.
Calculating famous interpretation time to hold & unfold..Profomance of the drama, ghost town of the drama starts a lifetime in the provocative Arts..
Indulging of indicative masterminds performing painted artists performing well colored promise of a lifetimes Performance. Timeline of eight seasons Pubs pocket a dedication of the four reasons..
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Copyright © Terrance Upham | Year Posted 2016
Lets climb up that old tree,
make the clouds disappear.
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree,
make the rain clouds disappear.
Rough wood, and a rickety ladder,
White christmas lights trim the slumping roof
over a few branches
and we're crawling-
through the doors
of a star-gazing tree house
full of nostalgia.
Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations
Trotting past that old jazz bar,
a mexican family arguing on the stoops,
funny how an unknown language
can still make sense on the inside.
the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep,
But my world’s only waking.
There’s a party up ahead.
and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze
blowing off the cars and into the trees.
its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.
Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs | Year Posted 2012