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
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" ~
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
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
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.
Breath on breath.
Two souls entwine,
weaving into one pulsating rhythm.
Give and take. Enveloped penetration-
the push and pull
of an engorged, dilated harvest moon.
She rides the lightning; loud thunder clashes
within his veins,
as their thoughts
the edge of
but tantric elevation reigns them in.
Sensation spirals beyond simple play-
is then plucked
from the heavens,
planted within a womb of earth and fire,
as the dam breaks, finally succumbing
to a release
once again I forget
Just wishing on a shooting star
Shimmery streak in the night sky
Wistful eyes, clasped palms, mouth ajar
Countless desires piling up high
Mesmerized heart has stopped beating
Just wishing on a shooting star
Timeless moment, am savoring
Fly me away to dreamland far
Realms of real life drift afar
Stack of suppressed dreams form towers
Just wishing on a shooting star
Let there be meteor showers!
One silver strand for each sweet wish
Sprinkling glitter from God's gold jar
Soaking in the heavenly bliss
Just wishing on a shooting star
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!!!
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
shooting star -
in a wishful prayer
he folds wrinkled hands
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.
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
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.
To breathe, exhale into the dead of night
a thousand breaths like dandelion stars
We crisp the air in shadows of hindsight
The blackened gulf is blinded by the shards
of strobing thoughts and whispered melodies
in crystal cutting glass on blackened tar
We strip the sky to cellophane memories
a candle wick of dew and star regrets
with sticky tongues of darkened parodies
While knowing that a star long burned begets
and turns to ash and fallen bitter glow
our still exhaling tangible detects
To breathe, and yet to infinitely know
our wishes blow to space and far beyond
to light our future travels as we go...
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
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!
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
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.
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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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!
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.
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…
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
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
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.
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
From a cloudless frost crisp sky one star shines supremely out
Diminishing all other stars in the slate black sky about
It light s a path across a flat calm bay a road my soul must walk
To distant friends in distant lands to whom I wish to talk
To those in need I send you gifts of sustenance faith and love
To those in terror and in pain, I give hope and a dove
Those whose loss turns fair heart black you get leave to grieve
You who now face life alone pure friendship you receive
As my mind walks that star lit path my thoughts they are with you
Who on my unworthy life your great gifts of love did strew
Pain from my old frame you shared and my loneliness did cease
On you I wish health and happiness, love, luck and peace
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
(orignal date: 2/15/11)
This is my momemet of clarity,
pulp fiction no ly,
just look the man in the mirror and as why,
it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky
nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess,
they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18,
so in vision my dream,
late for class,
in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it,
over and over regulation,
but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq,
words to truth life by,
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip
syncing of nsync,
or what band was that, (ban)
ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets,
word to digestion in fact i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in
fact i sit down giving the facts
why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at
twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie
to the fact can't even learn the bases,
bases which include square to the root the bases being give outstand
interview and the bases is getting truth scholar the excess to a worth school
Lost life in gamble,
and dropp out college by second semseter
i say to the world it lot more kids that gift not talent that didnt pursue that
What is our duty to stand by,
who is the role model,
the father or the athlete or insteady of a
father not a dad who eyes swallows to see the act of patrism reinstill and left
out mention words of constiution and more out reach skretting,
if iam to live by those words i just wont died but those rules but for me
my roots speak for it self
I speak out for legend that star game with one 'Fist to Sky'
know how they fight for segeration and ask how can they forget where they
and ask who the true true american hero to that of a child that role model! !
i say the role model ofhis age are the college star that turn pro that spoken
on behalf of a nation, on the rightfulness of a equal salary and fair profit of
for future pros,
this poem is for you even thought it was written a year or two before the
but if it wasnt for the pros that got the education would they
had won the lock out that effect generation to come?
I rest my case...