Best Arcturus Poems
How can I explain to you,
you a poor mortal,
what a free spirit is?
Consider I have no bounds,
I go just where I fancy.
I relish moments of madness
without ill effects.
Can you see me waltzing
with a fiery tailed comet
that orbits around far off Arcturus,
in the Herdsmen constellation?
Imbibing its bright soft orange light,
enjoying its hard-to-observe buried corona?
Can you imagine me swim amongst
the spiral and elliptical galaxies?
Bask in their dense luminosity,
irrespective of their fluctuating temperatures?
I've kissed so many moons,
and frolicked with Venus,
watched in awe a cataclysmic nuclear explosion,
as some old dwarf star goes nova.
I've seen all this and more,
but rest assured, o miserable mortal,
that I yearn to be substantial like you.
For you can do so much.....
but not I,
no I can never love or be loved
like you.
Categories:
arcturus, love,
Form:
Free verse
ARCTURUS TREASURE
Just standing in the handle of the dipper.
Drinking stars from inside her silver slipper.
The cup is buoyed up in ancient liquid light.
And Ursula tags a string upon her kindly kite.
Arcturus has flung the dipper far and high.
It rides the flow and surfs the starry sky.
The giant orange that spies the buxom bear.
Our secrets safe and kept as treasure there.
Upright to Milky Way it rips the canopy to scars.
And quickly moves against a slice of slippery stars.
Red glint that is polar to the stoic starry stream.
A visitor that flies within a deft diminutive dream.
Then in a blink or in a million years from now.
The red rust will break from our starry burnished bough.
A star no longer seen to ride a season by Ursula's urge.
Nor extend its dipper's handle in a splendid splurge.
A giant red that wore the bootes of heardsman all it's life.
And followed close to make the North Star a wondrous wife.
No Icarus to fly and melt in drawing hot while narrowing near
It's but a dying star yet keeps melodic magic sung in echoes ear.
by Edlynn Nau
Categories:
arcturus, imagery, journey, mythology, stars,
Form:
Alliteration
For nigh on a hundred-fifty years it has graced the rugged shore of Maine!
Its welcoming beacon guiding sea-faring souls who sail the mighty main!
It has weathered untold fearsome storms of gale, snow, sleet and rain;
A faithful, stalwart sentry defying such nuisances, guarding its vast domain!
Old Captain Blair, its keeper, knows all too well the perils of the sea,
For he captained majestic sailing ships for many decades, you see.
He wearily climbs the circular stair to light the candles at close of day,
And with practiced eye, scans the roiling sea to ascertain that all is okay.
Alas, one dark and stormy night the US Frigate Arcturus met her fate!
A blinding fog and raging seas doomed the Arcturus on that fateful date!
The beam of the lighthouse could not be seen! There was naught to do!
The ship was dashed upon unforgiving shoals drowning her valiant crew!
The old lighthouse still guards that stretch of sea to this very day.
Modern lamps now cast their beam while Captain Blair sleeps 'neath the clay!
Categories:
arcturus, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking beyond the skies, see the stars so far away.
Shining bright through the night, till one of them brings us day.
Rigel, Arcturus, and Sirius too.
Which one a red giant? Which one a massive blue?
Through the right set of eyes, you can see them up close.
Or look to the other moons, the planets,
quite gazed upon the most.
The red world, the ring world, the big orange ball.
The burning world, the ice world. Can you name them all?
Floating in this emptiness, around the sun we race.
Floating in this black void, this place we call space.
And beyond our own neighborhood there's more and there's more.
Looking above the clouds, to see what's in store.
Andromeda, the crab nebula,
the famed horse head.
So far apart in this universe,
almost forever we're spread.
There's pulsars, there's quasars, and neutron stars.
Neutrinos, and black holes, and moons covered in scars.
Comets and asteroids and big clouds of gas.
Some objects that don't seem to move at all,
and some unbelievable fast.
Looking beyond the heavens, there's just so many things.
From huge supernovae to impossibly small strings.
Every where you turn, there's always much more.
So much do discover, with an infinity to explore.
But the most amazing thing we know,
of to which the universe has given birth.
The most overlooked place of all,
the planet we call earth.
And because we're down here, and we look up there.
Just maybe, there has to be.
More life somewhere?
Categories:
arcturus, sciencered, planet, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
The Man O'War HMS Arcturus dominated the billowin' main!
Foes were fearful of closin' battle with 'er should they ever deign!
What a magnificent and imposin' sight was she with 'er riggin' full o'sail,
As she raced to and fro with Union Jack a-snappin' leavin' havoc in 'er trail!
The Master, Captain Pettigrew, ran a taut ship but was beloved by his crew.
He had led them through battle and stormy gale - they were tried and true.
Captain Pettigrew held to tradition and was generous with the cup o'rum.
His crew would follow him anywhere, though at times spent and numb!
Durin' the din of battle when lethal shell flew and the cannon roared,
And though the deck was awash with blood upon its oaken board,
Midst the billowin' smoke they saw their gallant captain a-standin' tall,
A source of strength and courage, exhortin' victory from one and all!
Though many a battle and ragin' storm upon 'er had taken their toll,
And 'er wooden hull groaned and creaked with every sea-tossed roll,
She was the pride of the British Fleet and there was nary another like 'er!
Just ask any of the crew who served on 'er and they would concur!
She made 'er final cruise in 1837 leavin' port sailin' o'er the horizon,
In 'er usual majestic style, fully rigged displayin' flyin' jib and mizzen!
Alas, she disappeared and 'er plight was never really known for true.
Only He Who rules the seas knows the fate of HMS Arcturus and her crew.
Categories:
arcturus, courage, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
moons see clearly
that the stars are so
far away
from each other
like you and I
we have very
different ideas
about all this
solar systems apart
not even in
the same galaxy
you made that clear to
me tonight
and I can barely
see your Red Giant
shining from here
on my
White Dwarf
it's a pity
space is cold
Categories:
arcturus, angst, lost love, science
Form:
Free verse
Before Boötes’ bright Arcturus birth
or ere from abyss sprung the earth
a trip which celestial chasms spanned
in heaven’s hallowed halls was planned.
God’s Beloved Son would leave His throne
and come to earth as flesh and bone
to live and dwell with mortal man
and execute salvation’s plan.
Assailed by all the hosts of hell,
and those with whom he came to dwell.
The trials of His life were sore
as sin’s wet weight He bore.
Despised and rejected by men
He lived His life in Satan’s den.
A cruel death sent Him to hell
where clay feet go, since Adam fell.
God did not leave His soul in hell
Nor let his body rot and smell.
The third day death freed his guest
Christ rose with immortality dressed.
His Vic ‘try over death bought man,
salvation from sin’s evil plan.
We can now choose to live or die
The choices twain within us lie.
And once Christ’s work on earth was done,
God sent a host to get His Son.
The angels brought him to His throne
from earth’s dark spot to glory’s zone.
Categories:
arcturus, death, god, grave, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
Arcturus Hub
Arcturus by the milky way,
5th dimension players Grey,
central hub of our galaxy
most advanced of all our neighbours sit,
multi light years, just a bit,
from which their Starships flit,
too advanced, to coin a phrase.
Don
Categories:
arcturus, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
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
Categories:
arcturus, childhood
Form:
Couplet
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Revelers
A tilt of the head
and there's a universe
never seen before in time and space,
and passing strange—it's boiling hot,
contemptuous in its familiarity,
for though the slate is new,
it mocks the mind and speaks
of high adventure, Mondrian upon the wall,
the queen of age enlightening...
that fresh page, a ship at anchor,
tugging at the post to sail
before the morning's past.
Do you feel it?
Can you breathe the air
Arcturus saw when you were born,
and passes on afresh— stirred anew
this time around with one
forgotten eyelash?
And, do the changes
thunder in your heart?
We are the revelers,
the chasers of the dawn,
who from our beds may joyfully
engage Leviathan, or rage
upon black flowers of the night
that dare to cast their shadow
on the day.
~
Categories:
arcturus, adventure, may, time, universe,
Form:
Free verse
November! When the auburn autumn leaves
retard the tinkling brooks of Vallombrosa,
and kitchen chimneys draw the old ones closer:
when timid fieldmice nestle in the eaves
and oaken chests give up our longer sleeves,
and finer fabrics cede the game to grosser:
we close John Grisham, open Vargas LLosa:
Orion rises, and Arcturus grieves.
But sometimes there’s a gracious interlude.
Though winter waits offstage with all its lines
word-perfect, still a kind of summer shines.
The breeze feels older now, of muted mood,
not so disposed to boast its vital signs,
inclined to amble through the golden vines.
Sonnet composed: 10 November 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest 2019
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
arcturus, seasons,
Form:
Sonnet
A cosmic gulf of enormity besets thee,
as intellectual relevancy re-entry
splash down in a vast sea of ignorance
The empirical wherewithal to muse observe,
with keen, hydrogen-based acuity,
is nary an airy given oxygen insurance
Doth not the face of the southern sky
tans thy northern confidence?
Giving a crescent grimaced, eclipse grin perchance
Concealed thoughts art so hard to glean
in the constellation of troublous times
Orbital doubts waver on the lunar surface parlance
Pioneer tech eyes trail blaze sunset westward,
leaving an easterly wake of dawning Luddite uncertainty
Meteoric progress ever on a pagan retrograde dance
Neanderthals rule with nebulous, idol impunity —
cave men-tality motions on an elliptical path of descent
Lovers of cascading idiocy tales, comet tarry in an illiterate trance
Count the stars ...
notice the varying magnitudes of wisdom
Blind faith getting led by a Sirius cane
Gravitational scars ...
trust falling in arrears create a void schism
Enlightenment on a neural pulse wane
Celestial numbers shine unfathomable,
Mendeleev Geiger counters never stop clicking
Differing degrees of sage brightness at a Cassiopeia glance
Art thou Arcturus views aurora noble,
doth thy vow to seek knowledge require asking?
Galactic dark matter will arise from a stony heart romance
Categories:
arcturus, symbolism, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Tristich
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
documents forged
a trigger activates
illicit action
Centre remains perfection
resurrection
Claim no marriage for
money honeyed
both are paper thin
dust speckled dragonflies
glide into geraniums cry
Truth mourns
hen-chicken ferns
hush murky tears
car ignition fear
burns
Pain has nowhere to
pulse but deep within
stealth sidles sleep
jealousies bleep
forever laced in viral
lanced cellular haste
Antares and Arcturus
watch spiritual warriors
discuss hush actions
gush
Clothed in black head
to toe racing an Audi
making it glow, split
second disappearance
Light sees ass twitch
seeking protection from
words rained in past
reflections
Outgrown forms collapse
to usher in cycles of
initiatory synapse
What is this past anyway ?
Another man’s download
in a desert of dialectic
redemption fast
These end times hold
keys to Uruz strength
so wrenching deep
mouldy ceilings weep
glass teapot aches
growth changes rune
stone answers fake
Passages of Dark part
once again decay
death fertilization
gestation rebirth
this is progression
as mirth
Then Melchedzidek spoke
in cloak to Sham’s Forty
Rules of Love inked across
my marked forehead
mint plant pegged
ancient fern atop torn
garden statue stern
Who will take the
Leap of Faith leaving
to proclaim missions
without a fission
Spiritual warriors know
their inner laws when
writ in cursive upon
open doors
they care not when
orders to leave
fly thick and fast
not cheap
Miners died in vain cold
digging for gold sold to
adorn Draco throats torn
glistening gloat
forms dying disguised
as boss lost tossed
we know no collapse
will not be flossed
our timing spot
on glossed
We live life potent
respected radical
transition
seize a moment
seen the vision !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
Categories:
arcturus, allegory, change, courage, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Flight by Terence Cummings-Smith,
I ride the path ballistic,
in a screaming, scorching arc.
From perigee in flaming hell
to apogee far beyond Arcturus.
Neutrons and tachyons spray,
from magnetic nozzles.
Through burning twisting vortex,
of syncopated space and time.
Reality compresses into pinpoint ultraviolet before,
Mote infrared behind.
My very thoughts lingering,
most far behind.
Time's march freezes,
rolls retrograde.
Nuclei dance, atomically chattering,
Quarks trance.
And I'm there.
Categories:
arcturus, science fiction,
Form:
Blank verse
Scales always imbalanced
In heart once filled with malice...
Found profound solace
In learnt lessons from unknown
Sources of benevolence.
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Swati is the fixed star Arcturus in the Sanskrit language, Hindu religion, and Vedic (12-sign sidereal) astrology, positioned 0º Libra in sidereal.
Positioned at 24º Libra in western (12-sign tropical) astrology.
Libra is the sign of the Scales, weighing the contents of one's soul.
Categories:
arcturus, allusion, hindi, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Tanka