don't you have dreams, like mine?
don't you wish to carve, to sculpt, to create?
the captor of my heart shines brilliantly, exuding such radiance!
can't i put her on a pedestal, and carve her out of marble?
her eyes shimmer with a spark impossible to capture in a still life.
her smile, elusive, yet charming- my head spins at the sight!
do you have a favorite aspect of your starlight muses?
her nose, dusted with freckles- i piece together antares, sargas, and shaula.
the captor of my heart continues to make me swoon silently, forever enamored by her beauty.
Comets taking a self guided tour
So many to drink in without a slur
Mystical and genuine, both are a plenty
Antares is a fundamental of my entity
The only commonality is their drawings among the stars
As Tellurians, we claim many of them are among ours
Signs are clearly visible in the clear night sky airs
Are six and two totally opposite sets of pairs?
Perhaps all are well read bibliomaniacs
That pledge allegience to the zodiacs
Light! Oh, light that Christmas tree gaily light,
Intoning angels fly, light flickers to full delight,
Beneath twigs lies my gracious Christmas gift,
From my kind heart and hand I bestow you,please lightly lift.
I called holy eleves and fairies,
I invite down the celestial antares,
And all the adept musicians to sing and play,
Under the merry Christmas lights we shall dance and overstay.
Come! Oh,my friends and kins together
Father Jesus brings joy and laughter,
Pray that lights of Christmas to be your guide,
And let your heart fill eternal love and pride.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo
Catch a ride on the tail of a comet
Breakneck speed: Hold on to your bonnet!
Dodge bits and pieces of space-debris
Obstacle course on the celestial sea
See the planets as they orbit the sun
Venus, Mars, Jupiter -- watch Mercury run
View constellations like Antares and Polaris
Swoop past Alpha Centauri, Andromeda and Sirius
Wouldn't it be marvelous to actually do this?
To fly 'round the heavens -- ecstasy's bliss
She Is Nothing Like The Stars
She is nothing like Sirius,
But her eyes are the bluest blue.
Nor is she like Antares
Yet her skin has a warm, soft hue.
Her hair is like the golden Milky Way
Draped across the dark sky,
Unlike all the spectral jewels ever
Through the telescope spied.
Would she be like the Sun
I could not gravitate to her more
And still be as distant.
Like a wave never greeting the shore,
Her eyes never meeting mine.
She is nothing like the stars, except...
Expressed in time,
Light years away.
Written June, 1976
Any poem ever written NOT for a contest.
Rhyme scheme: A,B,C,B,D,E,F,E,G,H,I,H,J,K,J,L
Night revolves in stillness,
reaching for the dawn.
Orion, Taurus and the Dogs,
yield to Deneb and the Swan.
And there in deep south rising,
a blood-tinged, pulsing heart,
Antares, stinger and the claws:
celestial works of art.
But now comes an intruder
amid Scorpius’ vivid stars,
for Antares is but mere rival
to the dazzling orb of Mars.
In dreams I've often wandered
and traversed empty space—
through darkest matter I have roamed,
yet yearned for just one place.
Its icy poles I’ve glimpsed from earth—
winds and saffron dust—
iron from exploded suns
gathered there as rust.
I’m sure I’d miss the color green—
long for skies of blue.
But brand new memories I’d espouse
forgetting hues I knew.
Alas, I'm tethered to the earth—
can’t travel into space.
So in twenty, maybe thirty years,
won’t you please go in my place?
1st Place, Mars Contest
Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary His child their; imagine ? What becomes remains; real
Never because he says this or she states that: Faith, plays righteousness
Trust, proclaims life be light ? Visions time's infant solitary atop these shores
Saying welcome to resistance, the fallout and more ? Transient ten thousand
years..
Black magic birthstones a craft; their evil dead ? Ascension His baby antares
awash love's castles.
Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary and his child their imagine ? What becomes remains, real
Never, because he says this or she states that; faith plays righteousness
Trust proclaims life be light ? Visions time's infant solitary atop these shores
Saying welcome to resistance, the fallout and more ? Transient, ten thousand years..
Black magic birthstones a craft; their evil dead ? Ascension His baby antares awash love's castles.
You turn me on, you make me misty-eyed,
My nascent science of love, years back,
When I followed you downstream, to bloom it began,
The sight of flowers blossom, in earnest we did invest,
Your frail hands, soft and tender,
Your electric touch, skin-deep not,
You taught me to watch the stars, in reflection I wondered,
The Antares and Aldebaran, caught my sigh,
Provoked, you opened the gates to your heart,
You filled me in, you turned me on,
Oh the Aroma, and the beauty to behold,
Two star-crossed lovers,
As breath-taking as the Maasai Mara, we opened to a new world
Full of life,
Full of energy,
Reasons why you turn me on!
HUNTER STARS
Fears half-hid behind curtain, faces sallow,
Two small kids shivering at the cold open window.
We look trembling at the stars across the black -
A thousand guys in the dark searching for our track,
Each with tiny red or yellow flashlight -
Steady, pulsing, dim, or bright.
Brighter ones are closer - in groups or alone;
Far-off ones are completely unknown.
Special guys like Antares or Arcturus
Spinning, searching in circles around us.
Big fellows like the Hunter Orion
Getting closer with dogs Sirius and Procyon :
Sometimes they can’t see us for cloud,
Can’t hear us as we bravely whisper aloud
‘You tiny hunters don’t scare us ; you’ll run
In the morning when you see our sun.’
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Written for Judy Konos's Contest "A Short Poem"
by Sydney Peck
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