Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
Falls into a deafening singularity
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry,
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes,
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016
While midnight wears the longest hours
An ashen star peers to act as my keeper;
Circling around like a threadbare of a glow
When the bulb in the room snuffs, fades,
Leaving me alone without any reflection.
In a world drained by pain, somehow void
Of clarity and filled with unbearable angst,
Its pale twinkle seems to listen as I uncover
Reminisces whirling like ghastly shadows
That even the crush of tears cannot explain.
Yet, my star leans nearer to understand
All the secrets my voice needed to disclose...
I wander around the yard... my arms
Hanging at the sides: a whiff of air blows,
In need of a private confession, of my acceptance
To unleash such heaviness buried
Within my soul: love's requiem gushing
Until a closure ends in deliverance.
Finally, star- guide blinks and points
My reflection across the mirror of dawn.
Contest: Denouement of Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © nette onclaud | 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
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
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
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Early riser, coffee in my hand
Watching the stars as they fade away
Yes, twinkle twinkle little star
Go, I'll admire you another day
Your light has come so very far
From a different time and place
A distance I cannot comprehend
Through this mystery called space
When I break this earthly bond
Perhaps the heavens I'll explore
Flying to see you face to face
And walk through infinity's door
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
In a vast universe, I am one, all alone,
Mere speck that I am, in a quest you may know.
Filled once again so many questions to ask,
that are timeless and ancient, since origin of man.
I'm embraced by the night, and the cool damp grass,
as I wander around, beneath the vast stardust sky.
I ponder of things, that are hidden away.
and I pray that somehow, the answers will come.
While the heavens conceal, in a cloister, unknown,
my own little world, holds a million demands.
How foolish they seem in the scheme of all this.
What lies far beyond...in this universe, grand
How do I matter ....why do I exist ?
Where are the answers? What have I missed?
A lone shooting star,...then another comes close...
Yet, soon, disappearing,... to where, I don't know...
Burning a hole into the riddle of time,
leaving behind moon's light, with weight on my mind
Another star falls, with a tail streaming bright
Imprinting new meaning, far into the night
With insight, I wonder, how often ignored,
are the answers we long for, yet, left at our door?
I will look to the sky where my answers may be
Oh, the heavenly comfort hovers with me
Oh, the mystery that lies in the vast Milky Way
Perhaps there are answers, we may find them some day
White ice now is falling, all over the sky...
leaving trails that have purpose, ....and then so now,...do I
Submitted for Verlena's Contest:2/5/15
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.
Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.
So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.
The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night
I wake up fighting a
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and
Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a
Wishing to be accepted
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
They act as if my artistic mind
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong
Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game
Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
free to be
Heather Rose Marie
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
wandering my mind, hollow now.
secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.
each step leaves an imprint behind,
dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.
the world empty,
immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.
peace swept away,
pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.
I try hard,
harder to breathe.
but all that is left to soothe my lungs
is the empty, grey air,
void of the warmth of shared space
sometimes I sneak away
to send a fluid rush to my veins,
entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.
alone, I bathe in my secrecy,
cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.
Copyright © Morgan Tate | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
The Canvas of Night
Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,
enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,
I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.
Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,
and my being is infused with feelings of hope,
for even in darkness I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.
note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
February 02, 2014
As I lay me down to nourish my sleep,
I am Star-bound with my heavenly light.
I can touch one then two come into sight.
I search midnight skies for a Star I keep.
I pray Thee Lord my Soul to seek!
I pray Thee Lord my great Sunlight!
I pray Thee Lord my only Moonlight.
I pray Thee Lord my Grace I speak!
It’s just so bountiful,
Down to Earth Justice!
So, So, So, plentiful!
I just can’t scratch a surface!
Star-Bound I am stuck in this traffic jam!
Star-Bound I am just as I truly, truly am!
© Copyright: 2014 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2014
#haiku I imprint my heart . a fingerprint of my soul . the clay of your eyes #poem
#haiku The delicate sound . a star makes when it twinkles . galaxy's whisper #poem
#haiku I hear clear voices . resonating to my ears . my heart's fantasy #poem
#haiku The shades of night fell . as curtains of the opera . Ending the act: day #poem
#haiku Delicate detail . overlaying skeleton . disguising structure #poem
#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another
#haiku Speakled mist in air . slowmotion movement between . scene to scene of town
#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart
#haiku Orange glow on ceiling . fades a dark eternity . these curious shades
#haiku Yesterday's winter . a memory frozen for . tomorrows summer
#haiku My heart is a time-machine . broken: out of order . doomed to the present
If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff
asphalt glistens new . sparkling in the lamp-light . clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit
Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit
Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku
Adolescence leaves . individuality . a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit
Water containing . starlight sprinkles from heaven . colors of cosmos #haiku #writing
If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry
A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry
#weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing
Copyright © Anthony Souls | Year Posted 2009
There was a meteor shower.
And I did not expect it,
but in the quietest of moments,
I saw a star rush down to meet me in my cold walled city of light.
And though my life has been comprised of wishes and the desire for cliche,
in that moment, I forgot my wish.
I forgot my first chance at the magic of a real wish,
as custom dictates beyond birthday candles and eyelashes and dandelion tufts.
And when the childlike wonder coursing thickly and wildly through my veins finally settled back into a steady rhythm,
I felt the child in me smack myself upside the head and berate me that we missed our chance,
-to find real love
-to wake up in the morning with some extraordinary supernatural power wrapped up in a neat little sack beneath my pillow,
Because "Starlight star bright,
first star I see tonight"
will never work if I continue to see the millions before the single.
And I know they are all there where I am looking,
even though the light drowns them out,
but when the quick white trail of spirit dust and wonder is set in motion before my eyes,
I regress into the wistful yearning of an optimistic fool.
But if I am space dust,
and a body made of particles from earth and time,
then surely this echo, this passing mound of metallic fire is also me,
and I must grant my own wishes.
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2016
Lucifer, oh Lucifer
bearer of light
without you where would be
the knowledge of wrong and right
the observers of time
obscure you into an evil
are you God's son or Satan
I believe you are neither
Lord of all lords
creator of kings
a spark of curiosity
grew into the flame that tamed
intelligent beings aren't consumed
by animal instincts of other names
with such a power
was a ultimate curse
the more higher gone holy
the farther depth of evil
Ah, but the risk is the reward
for you gave us your gift
the first book of your skin
written in the blood as you wish
as fast as you appeared
you left us in grace
slowly your forgotten
memory all but erased
if at best your footsteps
are a blueprint into man's potential
for better or worse
I follow you into my own ritual
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012
Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight
Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen
Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen
Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find
That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own
A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning
Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn
Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished
My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely
I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops
For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases
Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty
… I smile …
Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more
Copyright © Vino Venitas | Year Posted 2011
In her days of glory she was a Movie Star
A symbol of beauty, even from afar
Winning a couple of Academy Awards
Her fame and fortune were in the Cards
But the years had crept upon her face
Now wrinkled by time's inevitable embrace
She had gotten weak and could not stand
Without being given a helping hand
Now she's tucked away in some obscure place
Faded are her beauty and grace
Her memories now are often scarred
She had now become a forgotten Star
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
I viewed from afar
the things I saw
That lay in my heart
The fire flickers
I was there,
in the cold of space
The fire flickers...
The dying embers of my heart
viewed from afar
The fire flickers
I reached out to a star
Say what you mean
The heart quickens
The fire flickers,
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
I gazed into the predawn sky, to see the morning star...
I smiled because it reminded me how small we really are...
Our minor tribulations turn to major tragedies...
The reasons are beyond our arrogant expertise...
So I wink at the morning star, and it twinkles back at me...
I go about my day whistling, as I stroll through the debris...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2012
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
can be re-written any time by intent.
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009
It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
embraces the lot of us.
differences should be the
determinant of self worth.
Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2006
Copyright © Nikhita S | Year Posted 2009
Magnificence in motion, merely growing golden
Giant globe of fire, glowing more gold emboldened
By similarities to the sun and its flares, a
Temper surely both share, but nay
I decline to witness such beauty
For in my life's breath no such duty
To beholden me there
Life on earth far more fair
Oh flare-star, your flair I will not endure,
But when my name is called I will be pure.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun
The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky
Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness
He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move
As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape
The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley
God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time
My time on the porch
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009