To appreciate planet Earth
start with its snow capped mountains
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.
Witness white clouds traverse its skies
floating on a vista of blue
or a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.
See jungles at its equator
create a sash of vibrant green
and burnt sands ripple its deserts
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.
See its leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen
and tundra pitted with blue lakes
fade to stretches of virgin snow.
Watch volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke
and lava bleed from gaping wounds
while giving birth to molten earth.
See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth
or tilted poles capped in ice,
sparkling like crystalline jewels.
View it from afar as it twirls
in the vacuum of space like
spinning cerulean marble.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2012
I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend
I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies
through speaking my thoughts into existence
I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen
I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry
I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards
I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels
I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent of it
I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies
Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies
She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise
They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes
As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2013
Where Are You Earth?
In the middle of the universe, I stand…
My mind attempting to comprehend
the scope and wonder
Exposed upon these printed pages
Within this book of astronomy and space.
One hundred billion galaxies…
One hundred octillion stars...
Trillions of them are suns like ours…
Unfathomable to my human mind...
Through these pages,
In the middle of the universe, I stand
In awe and ask...
Where are you Earth?
I see our galaxy—our Milky Way—full color
On this wondrous special page,
And I almost miss that tiny speck…
That speck, our world,
With cars and people bustling here and there…
Bridges, trains, skyscrapers, jets…
Blue oceans with majestic ships…
The wonders of our age…
You great, important, busy, busy world.
Where are you Earth
Amid this cloud of dust?
I find you on this page with straining eye
So lost among the stars, the planets, moons—
One hundred billion galaxies
One hundred octillion stars—
My home…my Earth…
A tiny speck…
A microscopic grain…
Caught up in cosmic winds with all the rest.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: In the Middle of the Universe, I Stand.
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Reference for number of
galaxies and stars: space.com
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
As we speculate the clear evening sky
Iridescent with jewels which we call stars,
Alive in our hearts stir the endless dream
To unwind and solve the mysteries of Earth
And unfathomed vastness of cosmic space.
Since time began, this has been our great wish.
Because of this strong and enduring wish
Our minds are forever drawn toward the sky,
Where in the blankness of great timeless space
Drift along planets, our Sun, Moon, and stars.
And amidst it all, our minuscule Earth
Seems lost in this cloudy, galactic dream.
But humans will always anxiously dream
Of someday achieving this inborn wish;
Discovering answers about the Earth;
Exploring the unknown realms of the sky
To find our way among planets and stars,
Erasing the boundaries of time and space.
What truths does it hold, this infinite space?
Will answers always be vague as a dream?
Do other planets with suns as our stars
Have beings like earthlings who hope and wish?
Do they gaze at their own eternal sky;
Know of our galaxy, Sun, Moon, and Earth?
Though we're secure on this great mammoth Earth,
When we contemplate the vastness of space,
We know we are only dust in the sky;
Our own importance dissolves like a dream,
For matter not how we wonder and wish
We are naught amid the planets and stars.
Gems on black velvet, our heaven of stars;
So close they all seem to mortals of Earth;
So often we stare at them—make a wish—
Yet billions of light years measure the space
In between. When will we wake from our dream?
Solve all the puzzles which darken our sky?
Twinkle on great sky with your rhinestone stars—
Continue, sweet dream, for beings of Earth!
Eternal as space is our hope and wish!
December 13, 2015
Premiere Contest: The Cosmos
Sponsor: Thvia Shetley
Sestina: A highly structured form of poetry consisting of six six-line stanzas and ending with three-line half-stanza (thirty-nine lines). The end words of the first stanza are repeated in strict order as end words in the other stanzas.
The concluding half-stanza uses the same six words; 1,3 and 5 in the centers of each line, and 2, 4 and 6, at the ends.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you
do decorate your canopy.
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.
And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.
And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.
What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Spring Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is
a sense of proportion.”
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
As We Look Toward The Sky
Zillions of specs in our vast universe, and
You, our amazing Earth, are among them!
Xanadu! For sure, we're blessed! We are here
With mysteries, deep and unknown in this
Vastness of cosmos that spreads endlessly,
Under which we exist, thrive and progress.
Thank God for our Earth, planets and stars!
Sometimes, impossible to understand—
Relating to puzzles of life, space and time—
Questions and answers, to why we are here
Pertaining to the relevance of all that's out there.
Of course when we think about the beyond,
Now, as creatures of Earth, we do wonder if
Millions of light years away are there those
Likely to gaze at their own skies; do they have
Knowledge of earthlings—we live and are here?
Justly, they have their own suns and moons—
It's not too farfetched a fact to surmise.
How and when will wanted answers explain
Great questions about our mystical space?
Forever and always is our deep wish to know.
Entwined with this endless, vast cosmic space, we
Dream of solving the mysteries that are
Called to our minds as we look toward the sky—
Bejeweled with magnificent shining stars—
And fathom the meaning of our Universe.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: First Ever ZYX Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains
Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....
This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses
Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her
Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly
Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling
Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing
Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....
Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk
Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne
Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty
Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet
...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2012
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
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
i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery of evening,
to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.
as one can see ...sneaking outside,
in the din of hours, to speak with her,
my moon--- round or sliced and concave---
has been a passage and ritual of mine
since I was a girl child.
and to chase this orb and know if she is
waxing or waning with my thirsty eyes,
i cling to her symphonies and silence
it is so, till I snuff out from this earthscape
if you see a butterfly maiden,
strolling the lines of a porch or street
in slit hours sometime before twilight...
it is simply me, once more, inhaling my moon
tasting this delicacy... this luna of beauty i need
as my daily passion and balm; lest i die
all rights reserved
A Favourite Poem Contest... Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
From the surface of
The moon, light reflected gives
Off that rainbow scene
For when the moon is
Near to full, at it's brightest
Opposite of her
And natures rains fall
Combination creates, a
Moonbow oh! so rare
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence
and take a leap of faith...
You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.
Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.
Some day you'll feel safer in the void,
With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.
You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009
There, among the Ruby Spires,
I stood a-gazing toward the mist,
The Red Wind cut skin, heaven-kissed,
Far too cold for Hades' fires.
Ages and eons behind me, then,
The joys of youth were swallowed, thus,
By wormholes, ranged and turned to dust,
All for the sake of gloried men.
Such an odyssey, we crossed
Three galaxies and matter, dark,
To find this rare and conscious spark
Of Life, (tho' life is what it cost).
Though I, their peerless proxy, was,
I felt no debt to human kind,
And through that struggle there, did bind,
A union true, of alien cause.
My own, a naught-but-violent race,
Had found these creatures far from home,
And sought to then rewrite their tome,
With our corrupt and vain disgrace.
Yet before we could our ruin, spread,
This planet's unseen chaperones,
Wreaked mortal plague on us alone,
'Til naught but I was cold and dead.
Then, those sentient souls and I,
Did journey up from mountain's base,
Until we met that jagged face,
With ruby columns to the sky.
To every side but one, we saw,
For endless breadth, the crimson sphere,
The vermilion glow, both far and near,
That wondrous planet's crystal maw.
The sparkling slopes of gemstone red,
That slanted down and out of sight,
Were being swallowed by the night,
And yet, no trail had shown ahead.
Far too late to turn around,
We gave our final fate its due,
That breathtaking red, exquisite view,
That few blessed eyes had ever found.
Such astounding visions we beheld,
That far exceeded all we knew,
That held us, transfixed, to that view,
With yearning that could not be quelled.
Colors that challenged conscious thought,
With light at angles inconceived,
Iridescence otherwise not believed,
Were we not breathless, on that spot.
The misty opalescent glow,
Refracting hues beyond compare,
Prismatic sparkles here-and-there,
That danced with flakes of scarlet snow.
Rainbow shafts of glistening light,
Swirling phosphorescent sprays,
Shimmering hues in broad displays,
That flashed and faded out of sight.
Palettes and shades we'd never seen,
Reflected beams from crystal shards,
The wondrous muse of godly bards,
Presented there for us alone.
Such vistas, no words can e'er construe,
A beauty that language does not appease,
That brought us, weeping, to our knees,
And left us shaken, through-and-through.
The consuming joy that view inspired,
Was known to only us who'd trade
Our lives for the sight, that covenant made,
There among the Ruby Spires.
** SECOND PLACE in the "Mountains Poetry Contest", Julie Rodeheaver, Sponsor. **
** THIRD PLACE in the "Fable Poetry Contest", Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor. **
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
There is a wind , which sketched,
Without my knowledge, the message;
Autumn had lying words,
On my page.
It was by way of red leaves,
The bird of passage,
Twirling in space,
I followed it of my glance
And its woven loops,
On the canvas of the sky.
I just transcribed,
What the wings,
Supported on the wind,
Said to me.
(translated from french )
C'est un vent qui traçait,
A mon insu, le message ;
L'automne avait couché les mots,
Sur ma page.
C'étaient en guise de feuilles rousses,
L'oiseau de passage,
Virevoltant dans l'espace,
Je l'ai suivi de mon regard,
Et de ses boucles tissées,
Sur la toile du ciel .
J'ai seulement retranscrit,
Ce que les ailes,
Appuyées sur le vent,
Copyright © rene Chabriere | Year Posted 2014
Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest scoops into the deep
And vanishes like jeweled drops of breath
To lie with mother pearls I couldn’t keep
For tiny are hand stems to grip their depth.
So now and then I wish that I may dip
Into the twirling wavelets with my arms
And haul pink mollusks which slide from my grip;
For in their husks, the pearl of Orient charms.
If midnight enthralls me into her sea
Oh, gems I touch only in memory.
by nette onclaud
for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward Contest
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012
This life is to me
There are things here
I shall never wish to see
These people are
They accomplish so much
Though we live on a blighted star
I don't understand
How all this can happen
In such as this desolate land
Words can be so
They take me so far
Where only angels can go
That we should exist
While all the other planets
Couldn't support such as this
We humans are
We exist as a miracle
In a world that stretches far
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2011
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2017
Space… the final… frontier
~Violent place*** found in the space*** center of the UNIVERSE
Egg shape ship
~Billions of *** light years from*** face of Earth
Can’t touch the fantasy of this
~Old red stars *** very low *** gas and dust
The structure, when in flight
~We see in*** our own epic*** galaxy.
The Voyage has begun- come join me
And, journey to all undiscovered countries-
Boldly going where no man or no one has gone before-
High on my spaceship:)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Note: Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
From the moment we met, he played a game
Started out telling me to guess his name
And when I asked, “Don?”
He responded, “Right on!”
This lucky guess led to more of the same
“What do you think I do for a living?”
I hesitated, had some misgivings
“Steer the space shuttle?”
Got no rebuttal
So on this roll, I felt I was winning
“Bet you a kiss you don’t know where I live”
My mind was draining faster than a sieve
“A beachfront villa?”
(The truth would kill ya)
So many guessing games I now relive
After dating three months, his wife found out
Burst into our love nest, called him a lout
Eight kids behind her
All hungry they were
Don Juan he was, but surely no space scout
If you meet a man and he asks you to guess
Take it from me and avoid this distress
He may be akin
The anger later is hard to suppress
Now I’ve learned to turn the tables on men
Asking them to “guess” again and again
My private life hid
Won’t remove the lid
And I’ve convinced some that MY name’s John Glenn
*Entry for Tracy's "Make Me Giggle" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010