Best Firmaments Poems
All across these scattered shining isles,
Framed inside a bright clasp of sapphire sea,
A softly persuasive wind that so beguiles,
Reaching gently out, thusly prevails unto me.
And in that wind that so insistently blows...
I hear tenderest words only my heart knows.
And high over, behind secluded wooded hills,
Beyond the cacophony of cascading falls
Where the crystalline stream steadily spills,
Rising up to meet the cloudless crumbling tors,
Are gathered the ghosts of the ancient tribes;
Here, secured in their breath...his resting sighs.
Far above, come the clearing velvet night,
Where wheeling Firmaments fiercely blaze,
I catch a glimpse, within those lights,
Of that patient, knowing, steadfast gaze;
The fleeting, glistening twinkle in the eye...
That loving glance that could not belie.
Now at every new dawn that quietly breaks,
Upon brushing wings of long-drawn geese,
Upon waking chorus-song of birds to mates,
My soaring Spirit bounds up -- and leaps!
An enduring love that keeps me whole....
An eternal love that binds my Soul.
And on the faces of our children's children,
I again see a likeness in their happy visage.
Amidst their laughter, as they play and run,
Counting my blessings as I can count the stars,
When holding close his memory all the while...
To find sweetest ALOHA! in joyful smiles.
Babies when they come to us, sweet and innocent.
Evenings when the sun drips colors from a blazing sky.
Any time that I am feeling perfectly content.
Unusually romantic tales and songs that make folks sigh.
These are things so beautiful that they enrich my life.
Illumination of the mind; my spirit sings!
Fields and starry firmaments, mountains, lakes and streams.
Unfathomable love, which helps the weak sprout wings.
Love that saves the sinner and realizes dreams!
Submitted July 2, 2021
for A Brian Strand July 3 Poetry Contest
Written Dec. 30, 2015 for the Beautiful-Acrostic Poetry Contest of John Hamilton
There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—
be they grouping in formation
or harmonious creation,
fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,
with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,
gravitationally steady,
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,
like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,
viols, woodwinds, (theoried strings),
to the charms a keyboard brings—
measureless concerti vast
merging present with the past
seamlessly, or so it seems,
as in firmaments of dreams…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was from “Cosmic Concert for GAM 2017” which was livestreamed with composer Giovanni Renzo, described as “a collection of compositions and improvisations conceived as a visual and poetic exploration of the universe…”
Inspiration also came from the article, “Galactic Wreckage in Stephan’s Quintet”: “A clash among members of a famous galaxy quintet reveals an assortment of stars across a wide color range, from young, blue stars to aging, red stars.”
Man: My princess, I love you even beyond the sunset
If your love taste like wine,
I will always be intoxicated by it.
Just what if, it is to come like fury?
Like a blast,
It will unleash its fury, and consume the forest to ashes.
Woman: My prince and my lord.
You say the words,
But even the heavens can tell you don’t mean it.
It is a crystal picture of deception.
Your love is so deceptive.
Perhaps, an apathy of melancholy, my heart brands it.
The sensation of what you call love,
Is with a thousand and one pains.
Man: My queen and my perfection,
The secret reason behind every smile my face bear,
The source of my strength and happiness,
Can fire burn without yielding smoke?
Can the ocean flow without its tide?
Or can the earth exist without the firmaments?
My precious beloved, my pride and my everything,
If your love is the air I breathe in,
I swear on my existence,
I cannot live a moment without you by my side.
Woman: My eternity, my rare diamond, and my purest of treasures,
Your confession for love, sweeps me off my feet,
The awesome smell and splendor of your presence,
Has made my heart tremble and terrify at the blast of your
incomparable personality.
Your golden declaration,
Flatters my heart with the hopes of being with you.
My sweetheart and my heaven sent,
In the absence of any hesitation,
I wish to affirm my unequalled love for you alone.
My perfection, I love you so much.
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
(POETIC DIALOGUE BETWEEN JCV AND RICHY)
PRESTIGIOUS JCV
I told the moon my story last night... I never knew love could hurt like a heart attack.
RICHY ROYAL
If ever you could kiss the moon and romance the stars, then would love ever cease to hurt"
JCV
I never knew love could hurt this bad, worst pain I ever had, The moon I confided in but he disappointed me at the beginning of the tale....
RICHY
Hmmm! Try the star!
The star is more reliable and can keep secret than the open minded moon.
JCV
Maybe sir,
I will Wait till its dark and scary; when the stars shall begin their journey to my hut then shall I tell them my story of lost love....
RICHY
The stars shall not only keep secret your love tale but also shall gladden your heart with sweet hope of a better love you'll find from Venus.
JCV
Yet have to hold my lips a little tight and watch them closely when they arrive before I talk.
Because many have soiled my heart.
So sad a story that dwells in my heart but none of the natural components can be entrusted with it.
The air has built his hut far from me, the moon, my enemy, the sun; a scaring dove and hoping on the stars of love.
RICHY
Hush! Never give yet an outpour of a frustrated Knight of love. Get thy shoes fixed and thy garment and helment tightened till it's dusk.
JCV
I look forward to the promise of your words to baptize my longing soul of love and affection.
The waving of the trees behind the window of my heart is encouraging, the chirping insects are home dancing and I hope am beginning to enjoy the company of those forgotten beings.
RICHY
I think the mystery of the firmaments have I deciphered; the air is but a hypocrite, the sun offers no eternal succor, the moon though generous lacks no virtue for love. The Stars I know no matter her infinitesimal nature provides liniment to those broken hearts of love... Seek ye her face tonight and solace shall you find. Take my words to the Stars!
JCV
seeking the face of the stars shall I do with hope of a new beginning.
RICHY
This gratitude shall my heart romance whence thou hath succor found alas.
Arise! Africa
Arise Africa and let the mills wheel along.
Arise Africa and feel the wills meal prolong.
Enclosed in the winds, the milks of nature endowed,
Enmeshed in the oceans, topography of landscapes around.
The talking drum with the voice,
The vuvuzela with the horns.
Awaiting the flickers of light,
From squibs of Heavenly light glow.
And when you see the day again,
You will regain the resilience of victory.
Upon the turbulence of invasion, you stood,
Upon the bits and bits of snips, you geumed.
Glamour ridden in garments of Sapiens,
Grandeurs stricken in firmaments of lampreys.
Thriving on the machinations of man,
When the mantle of zest acclaim the fore.
Amidst the prismatic of colours,
Mincing the lilt of mimosa days.
From the wakes of gloryville return,
The mouth of Africa will blow the horn of victory.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Scull in the waters under the sun’s incandescence.
Go along with the wind’s rhythm and my heart’s cadence.
Sail far until orange firmaments paint you into black.
Know where you are heading – don’t you ever come back.
If someone finds you alone in the riverside floating,
You’ve got the opportunity to tell my words that are worth-sharing…
“You’re special and worth to be loved.
You’re more than any riches; don’t think you're unloved.
You’ve got a million reasons to feel joy in your heart.
Your stories are fascinating and they’re worthy to impart.
Don’t let your grief and hatred live in you forever.
Soon you’ll flourish and be greater than ever.
This universal love shall be passed like an endless ripple
It should last to save one or triple.”
January 8, 2021
The Last Love Letter Contest
Up in the firmaments where there hang great bodies,
contending for the space of glory and power,
undoing each other as the times of the days would allow,
They didn't pay heed to a new star that had appeared..
The earthlings didn't notice it either.
When the golden lamp of the day was spent,
and the great kings and queens took their places in their might,
The heavens lighted with an unusual glow
and 'twas not even from the full moon
In a moment the heavens gasped with the words of delight
"there is a new star in heaven tonight"
She had climbed up slowly and found her place
Mankind has lost another one of her own
An angel among men, now hangs in the sky
In the light of the day they didn't see her shine.
She was just like any other person..
Now that her departure has cast a dark gloom all over,
Her light now shines in revelation to all that behold her
Even in her death, she she still casts light in our dark..
should I attempt to tabulate the ways
in which I cherish this thing we call life
a single eye to count the twinkle stars
might I borrow the worlds fingers and toes
arms, legs and noses, still shy my target
better still to prey my heart from its chest
laid out raw, in ore, wanting more, love score
no magician can fill up a full cup
that does, clearly, already overflow
bulbous, crimson, life, spilling down solid sides
flooding the firmaments, essence of me
a reason for being, forging, worthwhile
I straddle the beast who carries us through
tallyho, avanti, onward we go
What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.
The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an apogee
To Thy apanage and earnestly giveth plaudit unto Thee.
The swallow withal doth cheerfully
Gather and spin the straw ready to build wholly
Her empire of great tutelage;
And with her brethren bridally liveth in that age
Of diligent generation, in Thee fully hid
And given to lead like a kid.
What is more natured
Than a frog or toad in water plodded and nurtured?
His severe and heedless howl showeth his joy
To tell that: silent in a grave he shalt be a toy!
And the squirrel the jungle quire bustleth from
Tree to tree defiant of mortal wisdom.
A colossal splendour standeth
Thine sun, whose domain the day standeth;
Withal the moon’s comity: Thou, to her appal,
Bestoweth Thine night colonel –
Both but enlisteth in Thine countless soldiers of stars
Thine extol they effuseth like showers.
No less for praise, joineth the beasts –
In the homes so in the forests!
At peace in war as an influenza, Thine honours –
Man, Thine effigy, intellect and genius, in his hours
Extendeth through the gross of polity
Concurring with each command of Thine policy.
O, the fish speaketh of Thine glory, ingenious!
This inferred from a noisy-silence of her fins;
For she scorneth the indigent effort
Of the fisher whose labour won doth him hurt;
Yet, both creatures in many a varied way
Inditeth for posterity great praises that for Thee doth stay.
Yes, the clouds and the firmaments
Oceans, rivers, seas: all waters in constant movements
Doth in harmony with man and beasts
Arrayed in silent-noisy feasts
Shower in mysterious mirth
Thine glory from endless history and myth.
Yet, I behold the ineffable work bestowed on me;
My limbs, they moveth to second Thine decree!
My eyes, no exception indeed
To the law of my being, so splendid
Are those commands for me safely to live
Tho’ many infamous beings abound to strive!
Do you love people, childs, country and world more than your own live?
Than graze presidents and leaders
with heavy knots, strong sticks, iron rods.
Beat them, hart, wound their nice building carcasses,
deform their saturated with rarely ingredients bodies,
reshape their excellent trained torsos
merciless and severe
for their sake and savings and bless of nation.
All presidents and governors look as asses
able to learn and be patient
only through terrible beating and sufferings.
Only after long termed awful treatments
by own awoken people
from generation to generation
their majesties have getting to respect
very slowly and gradually
the human rights, law, justice and other firmaments
of sustained civil society,
stopping for ever
to kill the freedom and opponents,
to dream about live long presidency,
and stealing billion dollars
from the purse of country,
turning the nation
toward the Black Hole of universal corruptions.
So graze presidents and leaders
if you love people and country
and own soul more than your up-to-date living.
I bid farewell to pristine auroras
upon the backdrop of a still clear sky
Venus rising from the distance,
the harbinger of light and shadow.
Intricate shades of pink sprawled
across the arhed span
like strands beneath a canopy white pavilion.
My nascent thoughts heckling within
yesterdays lingered aimlessly in the wind.
I muse, the sounds of flickering embers
ascend like orangey chariots
amid the chilled winter solstice.
Lucid crystalline firmaments,
enigmatic spheres, pierce snowy-capped
billows, as red nights glare through open space.
I sense the storm of illusions,
sweltering mirages, a barage of hail
on aromatic nightfalls of December months,
breathless, scintillating, enthralled;
I gaze by the ocean's bay.
O slumbering moon that lies on the sable
atmosphere, your bright beams athwart
the brazen tides;
tell me where the crescent precipice leads,
though heaven's brow suspended
upon this nothingness, emptiness thereof.
I bath in seas of pearls.
Sapphire stars of clustering formations
flaring bejeweled constellations
among ceaseless mysteries, algorithms
as space and time.
Immortal realms of reams in the deep
shapeless rays of color,
and a thousand spinning pulsars
divide by atract rings of motion
as I bid farewell to pristine auroras.
When burdened by the weights of my mortality,
Confronted with the fate of fallen flesh,
My eyes behold a semblance of eternity
A vestige of the joys that truly bless,
Descending from the firmaments above
And following the ashes of the night,
For that which bears the noble name of love
Hath raised our spirits to their highest height.
The gifted muses of forgotten times,
Whose words were writ' with fabled eloquence,
Could find no virtue, earthly or divine,
To match its beauty and magnificence.
Though men may cease to breathe and words may lie,
Their lofty praise of love shall never die.
The Rubiks cube is round, observed at atomic size
To see reality you must enter, take a peep inside
I’m not saying pull it apart, searching out a pivot
But rather a microscopic journey, for our tiny visit
Photons on its surface, weaving around in circles
Can pass through with ease, external to internal
You see rotating squares, cuboid annoying design
Yet molecules in blank space, spiral together blind
Mosaic patchwork colors, atop firmaments of skin
Projections of light appear, as matrixes flow within
Pictels turning relentlessly, of indiscernible pattern
Interior fluxes created, hexagonal poles on Saturn
Poppycock you say, it’s merely a frustrating puzzle
Millions of us have tried, and most of us struggled
In truth that’s kind of right, solutions are in dearth
Lessons from history, of our once flat planet earth.
If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
04/01/2021
Graze by space, breathe of obsolesce
To reach ends; loose gasps espy
Down hazy firmaments crash poise
Bestrew thoughts asunder, sunk in levity
Dust fervid of the stars; it burns thee
Respite it sowed, deprave by night
Down the deep, quiet all I see
Clean of root and soot, shunned by the light
Free of respire, out with thine satire
Toy rust of age, fades a soiled visage
Prune this heart of mine, a heart ill with desire
Quelled with depths, trace mine shooting vestige
Mind illudes self, truth eludes mind
To the ends my soul travails, here my body end