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Details | Free verse |

Star seeding

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
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.
Nothing mystic
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.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
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
on Earth.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009

Details | Acrostic |

Swim With Me Tonight

Slip into the pool of season
Lose yourself in indecision
I'll shake your hand for this very reason
Purity sparks ignite...

For as much as you dissolve me
Abalone shine to guide me
Love the wind through your words tonight
Love the fall and gauge...

Swim like mad through the raging waters
Wishes liquid spiral daughter
I tread soft in the silky shallows
Moon shine - we're all star dust...

Choose my moment,  lose my spirit
Reasoning you'll tread to hear it
Every gulp of salty water
Amounts to my own birth
Tip of your tongue lights the night's blue eye
Each of your words a heaving star bite

Match me in stride and we'll swim 'till sunlight
Enter the current and ride...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

Dead Star

You're going to be a dead star 
With no life to celebrate 
A self-celebrated saint 
A self contorted brilliant 
Man, who wrote and sought, 
The best he can. 

You're going to be a dead star 
Writing to future generation 
Fair warning theme of repeated 
Tragedies and reoccurring events 
You're going to be a dead star 
A self-distorted brilliant master 
Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted 
Wisdom of word for boredom 

You're going to be a dead star 
Speaking of parables and double standards 
Life lessons and overestimation 
Qualifications and parallels 
They are going to marvel 
At your verse of 
Of fountains 
For lack of better words 

Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Couplet |

FALLEN STAR (A New Horizon)

Yes, I am an addict and this I can't deny.
I love the things that feel good and one is getting high.

Although, I'm in remission on guard is where I stay.
Like a soldier in the field I'm dodging bullets every day.

I can drink enormous quantities and still my words don't slur.
I thought I had a special gift of strength like Supergirl.

I use to pop the pills, oh yes, they are my drug of choice.
They landed me in rehab and in there you have no voice.

I loved the roaring of the crowd, my downfall I admit.
I had this thing called stage fright which made it very hard to quit.

There was no shortage of those things that calmed the silent rage.
My many "friends" were there to ensure I made it to the stage.

An extrovert was my mask and an introvert inside.
So I sold my words to others and I kept them well supplied.

I admit it was fun for a while, but the circle was the same.
I had to make a choice of life or death and left the game.

I could brag and tell you who I am, but I can't you see.
Yes, I would be noticed but it wouldn't be for me.

This does not apply to everyone, believe me I know that.
Just those with bad intentions there to make their wallets fat.

I have gone a different route, another path another door.
I have found out who I am and what I am here for.

It will be about a year and I'll be more than glad to share.
A Children's book will be on the shelf with a different style and flare.

This is not a reflection on those who have shared their poetry with me and were 
kind enough to respond to mine.

Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008

Details | Blank verse |

Still Spinning

Each inspiration, a different star point
tenderly dipped in leaded glass 
and allowed to dry.
Star skins unmolded birth devotion,
breed insurrection,
and are extremely edible 
(though they never pass through you)
They go down sharp and imbed themselves
into your throat, your lungs, your very being.
Each point of inspiration a delicacy,
a mood swing in transit,
a feast.
Spread me this feast in a famine, 
starving of long burnt out star shine and glass
I am filled up at each point of abandon,
glowing white heat and still spinning...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

Star lights of intuitions – Love has come to stay

Lights shine as life breathes
Energy extends in movements and sounds constantly colliding-intertwining-vibrating, making
Melodious vibes now in display, disperse, spread and descend from across renewing ancient skies
In flashes of down pouring visions present in the sounds of sanity
Star lights of fissions disperse regularly with rainbow intuitions
Sounds become clearer recurring regularly like memorial re-unions
Scenarios of dreams revisit hollow grounds to deposit, fill, seal
The beginning of a new dawn has finally arrived
Now they are saying good bye to war, hatred, lies 
Isn’t it beautiful that they are free from every form of dismay?
The sweet scenting melodies have taken flight from heights and have finally returned their essence with meaning-colors
They have come to settle and play today
Victory from on high is readily displayed
Indeed the beauty of sorrow is the lesson learned
In the end they made it with the victory earned
As they are sure tomorrow returns to them the freshest perfume of the dew
And the signal will be perceived soon in unique scent of the rain
That finally love has forever come to stay………

Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010