Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
Categories:
astronomic, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.
While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.
Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…
M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.
Categories:
astronomic, dream, fantasy, life, sleep,
Form: Rondeau
I'll leave my heart here
With muted whispers,buried sunshine
and arrow wounds
I can still feel the astronomic breeze in my
head; desperate.gentle.
Where do I find my place?
Among those endless daydreams and 90s portraits
Who am I being among them?
A warrior queen? or a thirsty ached soldier?
I'll leave my heart here
With cheeky scars,and with silly grin
They all know it
They all know the way it hurts
Still, beyond and above anything
They knows
I've got moonlight above me,and
fresh roses by my side
Categories:
astronomic, 9th grade, allah, bangla,
Form: Free verse
Celestial jewels crafted by the Creator's artistry
captivating every night beholder~~~
…wondrous firmament*enigma
driving astronomic pursuits~~~
...galaxy ornament
mystifying constellation gazers~~~
...goldilocks zone --- oh, how habitable
mysterious, yet miraculous~~~
...illumining poetic muse
against visual blight!
October 20, 2020
edited on March 27, 2021
*Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
10th place, "Goldilocks Zone" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 4/17/2021.
Categories:
astronomic, appreciation, blessing, christian, creation,
Form: Verse
Celestial jewel of eye delight
treasure from God Who grants faith’s sight
beauteously radiant, ceaselessly bright
firmament wonder driving astronomic flight
galaxy ornament mystifying constellation gazers’ might
such is my stellar power, reaching from outer space height ---
--- illumining your poetic muse against visual blight!
As a great light* with valued luminescence
star am I affecting solar system’s iridescence
created out of the Lord’s omnipotence and omniscience
from me plants get chlorophyll for nutritious essence
being the sun: electricity source, force of industrial excellence…
such is my triumphant solar experience midst life rays' influence ---
--- sharing with you heaven’s opulence!
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
July 7, 2020
3rd place, "Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/6/2020.
Categories:
astronomic, appreciation, christian, god, light,
Form: Personification
TRAVELER OF THOUGHTS
I am a traveler of thoughts,
Geography map of a soul,
Limitless huge continent,
Canning astronomic orb,
Tireless flowing ocean
of wits, thrills and muse
greater than the sun, moon & 8 planets.
I am a traveler of thoughts,
Endowment drenched me
until my universe become condensed.
Adulation doesn't fuel my tank
Cos I'm nothing to no one
but everything to everyone.
I am a traveler of thoughts.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.
Categories:
astronomic, 1st grade, blessing, identity,
Form: Sonnet
In our realm an ant would be gigantic,
A grain of sand, a monolith in size,
One teardrop seem as vast as the Atlantic
And blades of grass appear to reach the skies.
Our tiny quantum world is subatomic
Though physicists would say we make a mark,
We permeate in numbers astronomic
Yet I am but a nanoscopic quark. *
* Quarks are elementary particles of matter that are smaller than protons or neutrons. They are the smallest particles we have come across in our scientific endeavours.
Date:13.07.19
Contest:The Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Nina Parmenter
Categories:
astronomic, science, world,
Form: Rhyme
There's a depression running along with my blood today,
sadness, weakness, motionless... continuous.
The fire burns my skin from inside as I try to lighten up my mood - but the fire won't stay,
pain, sorrow, silence... ludicrous.
I acknowledge my hormones I can do nothing about,
I try to think - I beg to differ - I once again pray.
For, although it's mine, I want to execute same, will it work? I doubt,
May I forget the execution tomorrow - may that thought flow away?
Should I - may I - then again will I?
It's mine - it's a part of me - my definition and character of heart,
would I have the strength to watch those hormones of me die?
I do not know, nor do I know - where do I start?
Twenty four long hours I needed to go,
Thoughts, ideas, new possible outcomes... forgotten.
I am half way threw, still I do not know.
These astronomic, yet useless, dispute with myself, rotten.
No solution , no answer, only this depression running along,
I will leave it - I will accept it - for today I am who I am.
I will pray - I will beg to differ tomorrow - I will wish tomorrow strong,
I will sleep tonight - tomorrow forget - create a knew me, myself, and I fan.
Categories:
astronomic, emotions, moving on, today,
Form: Rhyme
This reader is aware, that fall is in the air.
Astronomic poems, are simply everywhere.
So don't be surprised
If your words are apprised
By a "triple-wowsa" I left there.
In the comment section under your work,
My "triple-wowsas" do often lurk.
My highest praise,
To express my amaze
A duty which I will not shirk.
I wish I could write a glowing review
With some jargon both bright and new,
But I'm just a guy
With only one eye
So I hope "triple-wowsa" will do.
You may think I'm crazy
And a little bit lazy
But I'm sincere
Way over here
Triple-wowsas are never hazy.
Categories:
astronomic, tribute,
Form: Limerick
I despise these degrees of freedom
Said the neo Diderot and the archaic David
I envy the liveliness of the termites
Said the neo Valimiki and the primordial Achilles
How could they embrace a poetic saint in trance
Wondered the venomous Rama and the Venerable Lama
Who saw the torrid life a prince and the princess
Wicked was the Neanderthal Freudian and Digital Darwin
Over and above my sheaths
An albatross is savaged and an ancient mariner is saved
These pearls of wisdom and crowded imaginations
They strike digits and cubits of wealth in times of diarrhea
Astral mathematics, astralopithicus, astronomic gaze
They were the gargantuan invaders of the Gregorian calender
Rest is known to us, first word is born as a worm hole
No one need to be a snake charmer or a sand miner to unravel the lantern under the rooftop
Categories:
astronomic, animal, art, beauty, dream,
Form: Free verse
Some people say the sky’s not really blue
And the moon was never made of green cheese,
That Clangers and their whistling is a myth
And pocket money doesn’t grow on trees.
But tell a child the sky isn’t blue,
That the moon isn’t really made of cheese,
Or say the Clangers never make a sound
And watch how childhood withers in the breeze.
The sky is full of wonder and we know
The astronomic miracles of space,
The moon is rock and Clangers don’t exist
But does this really have to be the case?
So for a child the sky is azure blue,
Wallace and Gromit proved the moon is cheese,
The Clangers whistle happily all day
And pocket money really grows on trees.
I tried to touch the sky but failed to find
A barrier high above beside the moon.
I found that space is everywhere and so
The means to travel there can’t come too soon.
For somewhere else I know the sky is blue
And stars are diamonds in a velvet sky,
A planet full of Clangers does exist
And childhood magic lives to make reply.
Too soon reality will take its toll
When adult life will burden me and you,
A gentle fairytale will ease the pain
If you believe the sky is really blue.
Categories:
astronomic, childhood, childhood, child, childhood,
Form: Light Verse
Astronomic blast
Rainbow magma, icy tunes
Breakfast images…
Categories:
astronomic, confusion
Form: Haiku