Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.119.112.17

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings; 
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.

God’s favorite game, 
knuckle busters are smacking planets, 
right and left and the debris reforms…
new…marbles…pee-wee dust.

Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate smacks!
The “Big Bang” was…
God taking his first shot.

Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings; 
God makes no distinction between his children, 
as we humans prefer to believe.

It’s been said that, “reality is an illusion”; 
perhaps we are only marbles in the game; 
like our sibling planets.

Lost in a spinning swirl of colors; 
we roll blindly through life.  
Puries and steelies;
clacking out cosmic crescendos.

God knuckles down and shoots; 
bluesy-Earth smacks a trilite, 
Mars and chips a new crater.

Another steely sends alley Jupiter, 
smacking into its own moon and a whirling 
Io slams grasshopper Neptune from behind.

In parallel universes, we meet ourselves; 
repeating mistakes, we never win; 
a hazard of being…lesser gods.

God’s game is multi-universal 
and human perception, 
terribly finite.

The great hand, histing;
fires…Earth gets another tour of the Milky Way.
As heavenly body-clacks resound; 
all heavenly beings sustain injuries, 
that will change them.  
No one stays the same.

Perigee to apogee; 
Earth centers herself for the next attack.
Orion and his daughters laugh and applaud, 
as the last shots, miss them.
While the gibbous cheeks of dragon Sun;
Spit fire-flares in self defense.

Singed Saturn loses another precious ring.
It doesn’t matter in this game of marbles;
God plays and wins, every time; 
then collects us all, 
for another game.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required