Best Aligned Poems
I lay here mesmerised by the sky so immense,
Observing the stars that are so dense.
The stars must be aligned in this heavenly bliss,
However, I know just by looking, that one is amiss.
Save for those we use, as a birth sign,
Some remain scattered and cannot align.
Because of this particular star so delicate and cherished,
A star that one’s desires are purposefully wished.
I know this star is meant for me,
To admire and only for me to see.
I gaze upon it for a while,
And it’s warm radiance leaves me with a smile.
How do I know one is missing may ask?
To count all those stars would be an impossible task.
This star I speak of cannot be sort after up on high,
For its twinkles originate, from the corner of your eye…..
**Thanks Wilma for the title I hope you like it**
Musing Lately
Let’s just say
with my husband now having heart troubles and my
being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing
how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s
language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love ) finds w
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to cast some light brighter
than the humble votive’s flame flickering in the heart —
Or more than the one tear — felt but unseen' — in the corner of the eye, bringing along its cathartic story …ready to fall down over the cheek…
Or to realize (especially after 40 years togerther) that devotion lives well beyond a 3-word statement in heights carried there by a tried, spiritual touching of our auras in the room: lives aligned for better or worse in the profound music that our closeness creates. The poems are born in being or feeling before the written.
(c) sally young eslinger 7/13/24**
In my youth, i was a devotee of James Joyce and Samuel Beckett. (Beckett even sent me a hand-written letter in response to one i sent him.). I pretty much memorized “Waiting for Godot.” Joyce and Beckett both saw words dissolving — into the ineffable. Some powerful poems lead us there, but that there, I’ve found is in the unspeakable.
My biggest influence was Van Gogh, after he cut off his ear.
For being lopsided and askew is what I don’t fear.
His uneven brush strokes and off-balanced yellow sky
Makes his art intriguing, he simply is the real guy.
I am a cartoonist, a poet, a writer, a painter too.
Like Van Gogh, I am off-centered, slanted, and slightly askew.
My fingers are crooked, my haircut is gorgeously uneven for sure.
I squint when I see you, my artistic prowess is childlike and pure.
Like Van Gogh, my art is not appreciated, yet, I am fast and I’m quick.
I love stirring up paints into mixtures furiously colorful and thick.
My biggest influence is Van Gogh, after he cut off his annoying ear.
With this kind of guardian angel, I have less than nothing to fear.
Is life predestined? I ponder
Gazing up at the blue sky yonder
The alignment of stars in a certain way
Does favour and fortune our way sway?
Does Fate spin the thread of destiny?
Leo, Virgo, Scorpio or Gemini?
The constellation, the galaxy, the celestial sphere
Star gazing raptly with hope, awe and fear.
Heaven benignly smiles on the blessed few
Yet frowns on the rest. Unfair!! You argue
For Fate rages against this unfortunate lot
In a web of inevitability they are caught.
They toil and toil away in vain
Only to despair in sorrow and pain
Fighting their battles over and over again
Woe is life! Just to remain sane.
But oh for the favored lot, on luck they ride
Fate gently carries them across the tide.
What then befalls a person's lot
If against Fate he valiantly fought?
Fate, kismet, karma and kind
Astral influences on soul and mind?
Does Fate then our life destine?
To each an inevitable part assign?
I wonder how many times a day
Our breathing patterns coincide,
As if my source of life, and yours,
Conspired to keep us both alive.
The way our hands explored, the thrill we felt
Our eyes were glazed, our hearts so wildly throbbed
The chill outside, our eager mouths did melt
A prelude to romance, sheer passion robbed
We fled the streets, abandoning all grace
Shedding inhibitions, with immodest grins
Then tumbled into bed, locked in a tight embrace
Our hands a-tremble, worshiping pale skin...
The stars aligned that night, their vast array
They sparkled and they flickered, brilliant flames
The moon shone bright, did silhouette our play
The Heavens beamed, our tryst they did proclaim
O cruel morn, too early have you come
To shine your light on love, to strike it dumb
Planets Aligned
Planted on a planet
of alien aims
The planters plan as parents
Aliens of alien names
And so goes
The planters woes
The Earth shows
In biopic frames
The day that is done
Leaving no one
To recon
all that remains
As my stars align i quiver,
Searching for the next step as i age and wither,
My destiny i try to figure,
Yearing for something bigger,
I slake my thirst through small achievement,
Tears i burst when the timings convenient,
I search for something more,
Scared to settle for a life thats a bore,
Adventure is something i crave,
Falling into a day by day slave,
My own path i pave,
I will not cave,
As my stars align i quiver,
Slowly.. i wither.
Time began with the big bang,
when dis-order became the whole shebang.
The day that we met
It seemed our fates werent to be together
Because i was in a mess
With someone that threw me away after using me
Then leaving me for death
Things being the same as before i felt like a used,
Heartbroken and battered door..
Until our destiny aligned
And we both saw the flawlessness in what we grew together over the course of our heartache and time
Like two plants, I see a vision of use growing together firmly planted and intertwined together, never to leave eachothers sides
Even through the storms that blow through and try and pull us up as we branch together and hold tight
Never will i leave your side boo
Never. Not until the end of time
Until everything ceases its rhyme
I will not leave you behind..because you are forever mine
And il let it shine for all to see through there own eyes
Confined and Aligned
To one state as a voter we are confined
And with a certain party will be aligned;
Going national,
May be rational,
Or stay in past and time that is behind.
Jim Horn
As I watched our daughter watch her son graduate from college yesterday…
as our three generations aligned
I wondered if she was thinking what I once did…
If my same thoughts crossed her mind.
Was she wondering where the time went?
Was she wondering how fast our children grow?
Was she wondering if she taught him everything
in life he’ll need know?
Does he know not to be afraid to laugh or cry
to hope or dream or sing?
Did she teach him to be curious and relish little things?
Did she teach him to believe in himself
To stop…look around…take walks?
Has she taught him how to color outside the lines
and think outside the box?
Did she teach him to be kind and gentle
honest and loving too?
Does he know if you treat people in this way
it’s the way they will treat you?
Does he know not to be afraid to try new things,
new adventures, new experiences…forge new trails?
That everybody makes mistakes…and everybody fails?
Does he know the difference between knowledge and wisdom?
To do what he loves and never to be smug?
Did she teach him many troubles in life
can be fixed with a nap…or a hug?
Is she sitting back at this moment…
thinking of all those winters…all those springs
And wondering where his life will take him
now that he’s grown wings?
It’s funny how quickly these questions are answered
the moment a family embraces
when generations align…
together
and there are smiles upon their faces.
The tip of a brush is the finger of God
Each stroke a creation
Each movement a chance to bring beauty to an unaltered platform
But when there is a crack in the pavement
The hand of the maker no longer caress the cheek of the brush so daintily
The lover is now the combatant
And the hand begins to slither into a grip around the throat of its holy wand
The field of flowers long grown out
Is hoed time and again
To arrange them in a perfect order
That was faultless art before
But the master washes distain upon the far gone creation
The finger, now an outstretched palm of disaster
And so begins the flood
Entered and did not place in ‘ANOTHER 2025 POSTED POEM’ contest. Judged 1/8/2025.
Marriage could not bind us
but the stars would hold their own
aligning us together as soulmates
forever and a day
touched by the cosmos
and remembered with the cyclic sunsets
God helped remind
Crowned our chest with knowledge
Love was acknowledged
Hurried still while thoughts remained
Life was forever changed
Tranquility of rivene
As we entered the stream
Sense of pure enjoyment
Smiling through every moment
The dream still vivid
With nothing omitted
People who surround
All truth was found
Our hearts of revelation
The souls filtration
Powered back
To see what lacked
All it took
Was one single look
Saw change in me
Through the reflexion that I seen
Hope now felt
Within myself
Our sand shall last
We may sustain the mass