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Details | Rhyme |

When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.

Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012


Details | Ballade |

Movements of a Distant Sun

                                            Movements of a Distant Sun

Far out in the cosmos 
A cloud of gas 
has become a sun 
On earth we watch its movements 
From our small planet 
We consider the distant star 
Have civilizations grown up there?
Have other voices lifted their voices in song?
Light - years separate us 
From that distant system
What can we know of them?
Travelers on another sphere 
What can we know of them?
And what do they know of us?
Are they peering out at our world
through the immense darkness?
What do they think of our creations?
Are they indifferent to them?
Are they content to be observed 
and never casting an eye 
upon our precarious home?


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
        Gliding-nature's 
handiwork.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
handiwork,dismember's 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
lives.
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

MY SUN~~

MY SUN~~~

Like the sun
against the day sky.
Releasing unrestrained light!
Diluting your daily sphere
that repulse
my intellectual needs.
Take Death into my desert
dumping you a side.
Uncrossed boundaries that multiply
concealing your eyes of beauty
from the world.
Never embracing eternity.
Like an atomic emerging
all elements of coincidence
destroying  all
forms of life's way.
The nectar that flows
ruining every thing we dream of.
~~~~
Implanted with 
dilutions of all the ugliness
that refrains 
unmerciful ways
disconnecting
every stop,
conceived in the open.
Slicing through
exposure
that binds devotion
to the negative of dark.
Like the sun
that hits the ground.
Blinding every straight look
with the perception you preach!

By;p.d.
for Nate D. opposite of His (My Moon) poem..

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |

The Last Eclipse

Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site.  I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning.  One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post.  I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!".  He and another agreed.  After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up.  Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit.  When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness.  Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse.  However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Solar System - A

Celestial spheres... marvels of the cosmos but marbles for the Gods.

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

Other Side of the Sun


I've cried the tears ...
I've suffered the years ...
I've tasted the fears ...
Of a spaceman hurtling through the void
Loneliness grows daily on the inside,
as I continue this autopilot ride
to the other side of the sun
This tritainium space ship moves swiftly
towards our sun's nearest relative
Alpha Centauri ... destination of my personal glory
I forsook family and friends,
to live a lonely existence in a metal cabin
in the vast wilderness of space
There are four other cosmonauts with me;
but they are asleep in cryostasis,
until we reach the end of this journey
Fusion moving to the other side of the sun
Being the lone human sentry,
I chose to sacrifice ... age my years naturally
on this long ten-year mission
No suspended animation, only a virtual companion
A computer generated voice of a Russian-accented woman,
paired with an attractive holographic image
to placate the intense loneliness of the vacuum
Her voice represents a New Age of Enlightenment,
vestiges of a new peace made between old enemies
In the year 2117, our mission represents this new peace offering
My war now is with the elements of the void:
a relentless solar wind that flings
microscopic particles that daily pierce our metal skin,
trying always to let deadly cosmic radiation in
But our white cell-like nanobytes work tirelessly to keep us safe
Nearing the unknown side of a new sun
In the ninth year, the last year of this exhausting space trip,
I start to dream of odd things ... old longings and new anxious moments
that soon await me
Noise of activity will shortly invade my quiet realm,
as I awake my fellow astronauts and robot work soldiers
Before we left to go on the other side of the sun,
to this new and strange alien one ...
I kissed my wife and three kids goodbye,
and told them to start a new life
For on the other side of the sun is where I will die

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |

Unaware

The sky is slowly melting as the sun blisters through,
The forecast is capping near one hundred twenty-two.
Birds stopped chirping, squirrels left without a clue,
Water trickles slowly, no trace of brilliant blue,
Oh such loving grandfather with inventions fresh and new,
Why were you so unaware of what global warming would do?
..........................................
Form: Monorhyme
Written: 07/14/2016
Contest: One Stanza - One Only
Sponsor: Broken Wing
Results: 5th Place

Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Racing with the Sun

Identifying as a Taoist-Christian hybrid,
a polypath feasting on root systems
of East meets West
Right greets Left
Yin embraces Yang
does not make me a good Christian
or a good Taoist.

However, these permaculturing designs
on polyculturing polypathic sensory-neural healthy outcomes
do seem to help me become the best
transliterative
transgenderal
transregenerational evolving Taoist-Christian
I can imagine
and care for with gratitude,
peaceful empathic trust
as both sufficiency of political power
with cooperative nutritional economic enrichment practice,
orthodoxy of experiential non-violent unitarian intent.

Yang without Yin,
an angry fire-breathing SunGod 
of vengeful omnipotent wrath--
universally frustrated fertility.
Yin without Yang
becomes a whimpering wilting virgin
without hope of ever giving birth
or even experiencing pleasure with integrity
in Her cell-bound reiteratively ruminating purgatory.

But Earth abhors this double-binding vacuum,
absence of healthy prime-binomial abundance
as light not bilateral-square rooted through past and future 
fades dual dark.

To become full-bicameral poli-economically humane
is to empathically trust
not only Nature's absence of absent primal 
physical/metaphysical
nature/spirit relationship,
but to enrich maturation by fertilizing these primal hybrids,
health as loving life's intention,
yang as yin's bilateral reiteration,
trusted PolyNomials actively evolving co-empathic notnot PolyPaths
until we together emerge through this Great Transition
belonging to and with Earth's Tribes
(0)-sum prickly-goos (Alan Watts)
Convex fractal Concaves (Buckminster Fuller)
universal unitarians (UUA)
ecopolitical revolutionaries of co-empathic trust
that love conquers evil through dipolar absorption
as evil defeats love
through over-yanged monocultural exertion.

Love and co-arising pleasure grow
as long-suffered excesses of mutual immune mistrust give way
to all colors matter
as all octave frequency balances and harmonies materialize resonant experience
more positively meaningful to us than their dissonance,
as all lives and deaths matter,
and not only anthrocentric lives,
not only biocentric lives;
we materialize-incarnate most optimally as ecoconscious lives
and deaths
within Earth's great multicultural co-empathic arias of operation
perpetually revolving ecocentric dance.

It is a monoculturing pace
of human ecopolitical race
suboptimizing historical-cultural distrusts of racism
for our ultimately promised polyculturing peace
waiting within our great transitioning wings.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Synthetic Moons

Insignificant
This dust
A void
We trust
This is real
Magnetic solids
Fate is sealed
Whatever
You call it

So struggle still
Churning fauna
In constant flux
Earthly sauna
Show me
The end
If it’s soon
I can't defend
Synthetic moons

Copyright © andy thomson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Message from Another World

My fellow captives remained in a coma.
In pink-dusk hours sparse plants were dying.
Parched earth found ‘neath a scarlet sun going nova,
sinking as blood-red clouds were crying.

The sinking sun stood as a warning;
glowing dim on a civilization.
Neath this sunset sights were alarming --
neglecting nature caused devastation

Through technology they monitored us,
inhabitants of this soon-doomed world.
"See our dying sun,” they said, “be cautious;
you have time to act, but our hopes unfurled.” 

Their rotation around this fading star,
now cast a crimson glow on stark sand.
Treating me kindly, being from afar,
they asked me to protect the bounty of Earth's land.

Their star now set, they pointed to a sun,
twinkling bright in a distant galaxy.
Beaming with hope, I knew it was the one
that blessed Earth with life for you and me.

Waking in my bed, I recalled their sundown,
and a mission I now embarked upon. 
 “Take care, our planet will keep spinning ‘round;
nature’s harmony we must focus on.” 



*Entry for Paula’s “Not Just Any Sunset” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative |

SV POP

"I will continue to broadcast, as time and circumstance permit,
To whomever is receiving on the aforementioned frequency.
My name is Cor Nosduh. I am not infected. Over."
Yea, I thought, continue to broadcast until this massive, power-sucking,
5.1 Gigawatt (Or 97.1 dBW at maximum output) transmitter is dead....

There may yet be salvation coming, as the original premonition
Implied -- but, will it be enough and in time to effect a solution.
Halle is exhibiting symptoms; however, it is too early to distinguish them
From a common ailment and the SV virus. We are squatting at the
Zordos facility -- the most powerful radio array on the planet.

The desperate flocked to the call of this secret, northern sanctuary.
By the time Halle and I made the difficult trek, there was no one
Left alive. I thought we might be immune. Now, I'm not so certain.
The most baffling thing about SV is its lack of an origin point.
No ground zero individuals. Its effects felt worldwide, simultaneously.

The freezing temperatures kept the stench of death at a bare minimum;
Daily meteor and aurora displays filled me with both awe and foreboding.
Halle was feverish and aroused -- a possible (unthinkable) sign of SV:
Arousal to the point of mindless incoherence. Nonstop sexual activity to the
Point of fatal exhaustion and/or cardiac arrest -- not excluding kin.

Somehow, the virus was producing huge amounts of adrenaline and dopamine,
Causing an endless, progressive succession of physical stimulation and reward.
If it didn't take the form of sexuality, it manifested in anger and lethal violence.
Expiration followed swiftly. SV proved invulnerable to all known biological agents.
Halle and I have been lucky. I cannot ... I refuse to continue if she should turn....

The station was set to transmit on the AM band at 700 KHz. While I was
A decent IT guy, I knew practically nothing about commercial radio. I didn't know
How or even if I could receive a signal. In any event, I continued the prerecorded
Call to sanctuary and my own personal broadcasts. Thankfully, Halle is much better
And, I think, not infected. It’s been a month since we last saw a living thing....

God. If the power should fail, we would be finished. The station's kitchen was
Stocked with edible food and drink. Halle and I had a quiet dinner. She was so
Pale and weak. Before SV, there was a little girl in the news who began making
Incredibly accurate predictions and premonitions regarding the future. Of course,
The most outrageous being the total destruction of all life on the planet.

Most forgot her strange premonitions when the virus began its cycle of killing.
I did not. And, as unlikely as it may seem, I think I've figured out the origin of SV.
With Halle safe and fast asleep, I began to explore further outside the sanctuary.
On a recent expedition, I collected several, still-warm meteor fragments for
Study and later examination. That night, I had a eureka, epiphany moment....

"Perhaps, I'm losing my mind. Yes, an unbelievable story: The premonition of
Annihilation; the simultaneous SV infections and meteor bombardments; these
Eerie, green-glowing rocks; the invulnerability of the virus -- and, a much earlier
Premonition, in the form of a children's story, of a savior from a doomed world,
Orbiting a super-massive red star. Perhaps, he'll come to this world. Over."

My darling Halle is starry-eyed -- and, perhaps, a little too excited....

August 30, 2016
TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO POET HAS GONE BEFORE - Poetry Contest

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT

TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT

Mercury flys in golden winged sandals, 
making a dip in the suns blinding light.
Brilliant dark smudge to snuff out the candles, 
too close to the sun, to know that it's night.
In transit Mercury sails by in May, 
as a hot tiny black dot on the run.
On descending node, in orbiting play,
it waltzes with Earth and walks on the Sun.
Mars Rover once looked up and saw it there,
this cratered planet transit to a star.
Curiosity caught it unaware, 
and filmed it backlit in vivid d'ivoire,
First rock from the sun and planet to fly, 
a paparazzi deva in the sky. 

BY Edlynn Nau
© May 09, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

Details | Didactic |

How To Sky

             How To Sky

First, get rid of the skis
Grow very large and blue
Do not confuse yourself with the sea
Place your planet close enough to the sun
(But not too close as you might burn)
Gather the reflective angular light there
It must be just right
Almost prism like
It is suggested; to have 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, mix argon gas and water
Don’t be afraid to use other gases with small solid particles, ash and pollen
If you must use salt, make sure it comes from the ocean
Hold these and other elements in the atmosphere
This will highlight your day
Surround yourself with clouds
At night turn black and add a full moon
That makes you look marvelous
                                

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

When Solar Flares

             When Solar Flares

Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits

Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space

It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels 
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine

When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth

When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends

 
 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Sun Haiku

Heaven decsends on 
the Earth begging for glory
Lighting the rough land

Copyright © Brooke Clark | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Squids, like Sunshine

You knew I was angry

As we walked apart, along Spadina
Through the pungent summer air of Chinatown
Past the various sea creatures, dried or iced
And fruits I don’t know piled atop sacks of rice
I closed my eyes and let only the breeze run over me
A million particles per second
Imagining I could imagine every one
I let in the sunlight
And wondered in that amazement you only get
By thinking about everyday things
As the heat danced on my skin
And I thought about how it had been
Through eight minutes and twenty seconds of space
To land radiant on my face
I let things go and walked with you again
I felt stand-offish as you took my hand
But was in awe it was there at all
Or that you love me

Copyright © andy thomson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Choka |

Sunshine

Holding your heart is
like having an perilous
experiment on 

reigniting the 
dying sun: it is so hard
and seems entirely 

hopeless, yet it's the 
last chance of humanity; 
it’s still worth fighting for it.

Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sun

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
energy, climate and season device.

The sun is a star, we're glad it is here,
as our life support, for 5 billion years.
This star is among the brightest in space,
though close, many questions about it remain.
With violet ,orange, and reddish of hues, 
our home solar system pivots on you.
8,000 degrees of Kelvin heat,
elements of Hydrogen and Helium meet.
Over 100 times the size of the Earth,
rotating once is a seven day turn.
The first of three layers is visible light,
the thick photosphere is a veil of white.
The atmosphere there is a plasma in ways,
which emits a series of wavelengths and rays.
A more defined trait are the patches of dark,
Sunspots are cooler, magnetically charged.
These spots tend to vary and alter in shape,
every 11 years, new cycles take place.
Solar cycles can affect the weather on Earth,
filters and color are how they’re observed.
Direct observation can damage the eyes,
I'd advise that precautions be sought and applied.
The heat is supplied by a core via fusion,
and exits as energy and light distribution.
Plasma is also among things released,
Solar Flares on the surface are a common sight seen.
All around they emit rays, X and UV,
which frequently jam radio frequencies.
Close to the sunspots, the flares can be viewed,
particles majestically travel in loops.
The Sun, like the Moon, is a welcomed companion,
life without it cannot be imagined.

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
93 million miles far.
Giver of light, supporter of life,
always shining, through day and through night.

Copyright © David Dowling | Year Posted 2008

Details | Choka |

Dark Matter

Love is like the dark
matter: it holds together 
the universe, yet

mine was broken and
fallen into myriad 
of subatomic 

particles like the
ashen, shattered pieces of
a fractured mirror.

I am aware, 
my love, that I need to go
on the journey of

mine, without you. But 
tell me, where to start; where to 
take the very first 

step into a new 
life when I am even 
incapable of

moving..? Even the 
stars faded tonight, the moon 
was blinded, the sky

is gone out choking
the love-red sun. Tell me who 
am I suppose 

to make it on my 
own without your dark lightning;
without your black silken light.

Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |

Moon Mirror

The sun, going about her daily chores, 
glimpses a new star in the sky, 
one smaller than herself, 
yet strangely familiar.

Used to catching her image first in puddles, 
then growing larger in lakes, 
she at first only sees a stranger, 
then catches herself 

spread in the moon's reflection 
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty 
of this strange new view of herself, 

she can't ignore it, 
sneaking looks time after time; 
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky, 

the sun catches tantalizing glimpses 
of herself from multiple angles. 
By then, the sun imagines herself to have 
the moon's full attention, 

claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother, 
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly, 
methodically, almost hypnotically, 

"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions 
obliquely, 
bringing the sun back time and again, 
puppet on a string 
seeking a definitive answer.

By day, the moon untangles 
its strings of moonlight, 
puts out its nets.

Their dialog moves sideways; 
the sun's questions, always direct, 
glance off the moon; 
the moon's answers slip around behind it 
as the sun tries to get a better look 
at what the moon might be saying.

Who was created in whose image? 
Which came first, 
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk, 
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies 
of albumen?

Copyright © Shilpa Karthik | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Waiting For The Sun

Sun follows a path blistered with clouds
Pillow soft, cotton white, shredded ghosts
Hung like magic in the sky
Cut by golden light, evaporated into day
Rounding out life the sun comes full circle
With weight, becomes too much
Plunged into darkness
Sooner or later to set on us
No particular design to find tranquility
It goes on and takes us with it
Gravity works that way
Even from a distance
Each orbit takes a turn

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

My Last Sunset

The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen,
My captors chirping their delight.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
Before the thirty moons of night.
My fellow captives: bones picked clean.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen.

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

In Search of a Sun Dome

Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day and night.

“Does it ever stop raining on Venus?” one could ask.
A journey through the planet’s ceaseless rain is a task.
It requires the strongest earthmen to endure the rain;
a challenging test to withstand frustration and pain.

Venusian jungles are thick with vegetation.
Survival is usually of short duration.
The torrential downpour cuts through the trees and the land.
It is steady and so strong.  A man can hardly stand.
It’s continual pelting of raindrops on his head.
It does not take long before most men wish they were dead.

On this planet, there is one thing that they would call home.
It is a round, yellow building known as a “sun dome”.
Inside, there’s a man-made plasma giving light and heat;
where it is dry and comfortable, with food to eat.

Thirty days and nights had passed since their space ship was downed.
They blindly tread through the rain until a dome was found.
However, inside, it was dark and cold with no sound.
Gashed holes in the ceiling proved there was no one around
Venusians attacked here and killed everybody.
These creatures were infamous for their savagery.
On the map, another dome was shown to be nearby.
Only a few kilometers away, it would lie.

They would leave in search of the next dome they hoped was near.
Their compass readings were off; their position not clear.
Suddenly, their ship with two dead crewmen would appear.
They had traveled in a circle, causing them great fear.
A dark, ominous, electrical cloud they would see,
spewing thousands of lightning bolts, a monstrosity.
This caused their compasses to show inaccuracy.
The group’s leader yelled “Everybody get down right now”,
but one man stayed up and tried to run away somehow.
He was struck by the lightning, and was burned quite badly.
Remains of this man were charred beyond identity.
The raging storm cost the crew another casualty.
The three remaining men continued on their journey,
blindly hoping a sun dome was in propinquity.

Based on the short story "The Long Rain" by Ray Bradbury

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

Details | Fibonacci |

UNDER THE SUN

Come 
rain
or shine-
solar days
make the world go around

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |

The Sun, Earth and Moon

The sun is the past – 
crucible of the
epigenetic light.
The earth’s the present – 
inexorably
our arrogant might.
The moon’s the future – 
a desolate orb
frozen in its plight.

Modern science says: 'The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future.' From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass, we shall turn. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom ~ Nikola Tesla


July 2017
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POETRY FORM DESIGNED BY ME: (PS will not list it as a new form until it has become mainstream.) 

THE TESLA 3-6-9
THE TESLA 3-6-9 DESIGN REQUIREMENTS:

1. “The Tesla 3-6-9” is to be written over 9 lines, as one verse and on one single topic per poem,
2. The 3rd, 6th and 9th lines must rhyme in MONO-RHYME (metre and punctuation are optional),
3. The 9th line is the punch line (the reason for this poem to have been written), and
Any topic relating to the poem which incorporates one of Tesla’s many interests and/or quotes may be included as a footnote to the poem.

The rationale behind the naming of this new poetry form: 
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” ? Nikola Tesla

Let’s say there are 2 opposites, call them light and dark, if you may. They are like the North and the South poles of a magnet. One side is 1, 2, and 4; the other side is 8, 7 and 5; Just like electricity, everything in The Universe is a stream between these 2 polar sides, like a swinging pendulum: 1, 2, 4, 8, 7, 5, 1, 2 … (and if you imagine the movement it’s something like the symbol for infinity).

However, these 2 sides are governed by 3 and 6: 3 governs 1, 2, and 4; while 6 governs 8, 7, and 5. And if you look at the pattern closely, it gets even more mind-boggling: 1 and 2 equal 3; 2 and 4 equal 6; 4 and 8 equal 3; 8 and 7 equal 6; 7 and 5 equal 3; 5 and 1 equal 6; 1 and 2 equal 3 … The same pattern on a higher scale is actually 3, 6, 3, 6, 3, 6 …

But even these two sides, 3 and 6, are governed by 9 which show something spectacular. Looking closely at the pattern of 3 and 6 you realized that 3 and 6 equal 9, 6 and 3 equal 9, all the numbers together equal 9, both ways excluding and including 3 and 6! 

So, 9 mean the unity of both the sides. 9 is The Universe itself! The vibration, the energy, and the frequency! 

3, 6 and 9!

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Wastelands

The sun reached down
Almost as if to the ground
Bleaching the skulls and the bones

Wind rustled, rustled the ash
Gently kissing the faces of the dead
Parting with a sorrow it should be said

Nevermore would the faces rise
It was the end of earth
What touched the sky

Dauntless I set ‘cross the land
A grim determination set
Fractious in its demands

A final disposition partook me of my trust
As the bleached white skull
Transcended into dust

With malicious eye I watched it
Weary of such tricks fickle to my mind
Yet remaining vigilant for such a fix

Even as the sun fell
I watched it with vigil till the end
Even then I knew I had entered The Wastelands

The rain fell from the clouds 
Vapid as it flew against the sky
Wondering what art disposed it to take me by

And as the sun did rise
Bleating dauntless in the sky
I set ever onward

Doubtless ever onward
Dauntless ever onward
Staring vexed with oblivious eye

As a traveler I lay waste
Mournful for the wretched soul
Which had withered fair

Though I doubted 
At that forsaken stare
As I stood and watched it there

That bonded soul
Did the sun reach down upon
Bleached forever on the down

Did forever it sit upon lost ground
And as I passed
I could swear for stare

Swear I saw it watch me there

Copyright © Gray Maxwell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Triolet |

My Last Sunset

The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen,
My captors chirping their delight.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
Before the thirty moons of night.
My fellow captives: bones picked clean.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen.

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

The Half Life of a setting sun

Preamble: In the half life of a setting sun, time travel exists.  In the naked singularity of a blackhole, when a sun is truly dying, you become what you want to.

This is the song. 

Born of the night, in the sky's own light. 
Left to the sun, to die on the run.
Born of the stars, near the ballroom of Mars.
My life on the run,  the half life of a sun.

Chorus:
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the band's out of tune.  We know.

Slave to the earth,  to my death, from birth.
Life on the edge?  Have you "the Edge"?
Loved till I lost,  such a cost.
My feelings are numb, the half life of a Son.

From the start of it all, I've run with the ball.
You must pay your dues?  Walk a mile in my shoes. 
For better or worse,  I've turned to my verse.
I've seen what's to come,  the half life of a sun.

It's a hurricane of pain, to know the insane.
Begin at the start, find a key to my heart.
In all that's been said, I should have been dead.
To all that I've done, the half life of the Son.

For the song that is sung,  my gold not yet spun,  
We've not yet begun, goodbye and for one,
The Half Life 9f the Sun.

Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016