moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
Wow! Over the bridge
The gold summer sun whispers
Such sweet memories...
The heavy sky begins to press,
A velvet shroud of dark distress.
But where the masses turn to hide,
I stand awake and eager-eyed.
The distant rumble starts to roll,
A sudden tremor in the soul.
A phantom scent of rising rain,
That washes clean the weary plain.
The heavens split—a brilliant spark,
A jagged ribbon in the dark.
It dances through the clouded deep,
Waking the world from troubled sleep.
Let others tremble at the noise,
And seek the shelter that employs.
I find my peace within the chaos,
Where fierce and stunning that crisscross.
An electric thrust upon the air,
A wild, untamed, celestial flare.
I breathe the lightning, source the rain,
And find my silence in the chain.
2026-06-14 Forever more poetry contest sponsored by Constance La France
So many questions about life's core
So many perspectives to reveal this ideal forevermore
What may come and what once went before
Much intrigue surrounds this concept forevermore
My soul will it be forevermore?
Full of earthly lessons learnt and kept in store
I walk alone along a seaside sandy shore
The sun the moon the stars will they also be here forevermore?
I postulate reincarnation many times an encore
Will this cycle be continued ongoing forevermore?
Past lives? No memories can I yet restore
In my next lives will I be a man forevermore?
All that's arcane I am kept in so much awe
when will it be revealed what might be forevermore?
I'll leave the answers to God, He will know the score
So much wisdom it seems like He's been here forevermore
God's love often leaves me in awe,
but never before the all encompasing
way it did the day my son died
It honestly felt like I would die, too
from heartbreak and pain
but then.........he wrapped me
in his love and stayed close
He held me up when I could not stand.
He helped me move forward when
I was stuck in shock and pain.
As the Easter season approached,
my grief magnified, as it often does
on special holidays, but this was different
This time, I understood a little better how
a parent feels when their child dies.
I know the degree of pain and the feeling
of part of yourself dying as well.
Knowing that God's son hung on the cross
and was tortured and died
FOR MY SINS, just leaves me amazed that
he would do that FOR ME!
This Easter I am encased in God's love and
eternally grateful for the cross.
God's love is indeed awesome.
Jasmine scent perfumes the air
Under a canopy that’s enchanted.
Laughter sings love’s mighty praises.
Youth itself rejoices in all its glory.
Fiery sparkles in the darkness
Ignite the sky with joy and glitter
Regaling all across the land.
Effervescence and a playful sense of magic
Work wonders for the soul while
Orchestrating bursts of awe and childlike wonder.
Recalling extravagances of a distant past,
Kaleidoscopic visions vivid and magical ~
Surreal evenings forge longlasting memories.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Imposing luscious full moon dominates.
Much like a perfect midnight cathedral setting.
The devout are in awe.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
they wear their oranges as if they have a right to own Florida
confidence exudes from their Rubenesque hats and their steampunk gowns
color wheel friendly, they understand blue is opposite of orange
it makes the orange “pop”; they are dazzling!
Amazing orange and blue bird stands by in tribute.
Are they sisters or merely friends?
They glide with faith and optimism.
I stand back, watching them in awe.
She's four, explores the world.
Divine the awe in this child's eye.
Magic lives in her mind.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Detailed explanations leaves awe at the door!
Knowing the trick, kills the magic!
So leave space for a little mystery between the lines.
A pause where imagination can breathe.
A veil of ignorance to mist the mountains,
to shroud and soften the stark reality,
of the billions of stars above,
blinking without the context of meaning.
S H O C K
The President of Iran wants to
‘talk to the people’
Says if the people are complaining
the leadership needs ‘go to hell’
& A W E --- F U L
For his part, the Ayatollah threatens
‘to put the rioters in their place’
A little birdie whispered in my ear
‘This isn’t going to come out well’
Epilogue: Ten rioters dead - so far
With morning brew, I strolled outside
To hear the jabber of a squirrel up high
Made my rounds to visit each tree
To my delight I did see
Newborn buds did plenty peek
From deciduous and coniferous all unique
Mature strong boughs cradled nests
Wide-mouth chicks at mother's behest
A troop of ants marched in line
carrying rations in rhythm time
I made my way toward the woods
On the edge, mouth open I stood
To my surprise my hands did fold
My heart sang with the sight to behold
A sea of white flowers, I dare not step
Trillium Grandiflorum, tears of joy I wept
It made my day and now each year
I make my rounds with awe and cheer
Happy Mother's Day to thee
A living bouquet from Creator to ye
Snowflakes flutter to frosted earth
On a perfect winter day.
They glide through frigid wind,
Refracting whatever threads of light
Peek through the sky's soft gray quilt.
I stand on snow-crusted ground,
Craving my neck in awe
Of the chandelier of quartz drifting down.
My boots leave indents in an ever-growing cushion.
I want to let one settle on my hand.
So I can run my fingernail across
One of its many crystalline branches.
So I may feel just how smooth
A rigid structure could ever be.
So I will know that something as grand
As the smoky giants that sleep
Lazily above the horizon
Can craft something as intricate as it.
But I worry that the heat from my hands
Will melt and do away its delicate form.
If I were to tap it, even with the
Weakest edge of my nail,
I fear I would cleave it,
Between the roots of its symmetrical beauty,
In two.
(The Great Toad, 2025, “Ascending Triptych, aka Shape Shifter” and “Anagogical Moments Merit Badge” 2011, original oils)
Like from a dream
Within a dream, within a dream…
Endlessly looping spirals
Finally loosened and released
Finally breaking the surface,
The arc of a diver
Freed of all sense of perpetual drowning
Able to breathe it all in
Every single moment
Every single morsel of experience
Sharp, alert, fresh and new
Wide eyed at last,
At the beginning.
(11/26/25)
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