Best Galactic Poems
All the lights dim out
as I crawl into my spacesuit.
I fill the air with crystal screams,
my mind is ripping at the seams.
If it falls apart,
I will surely wait here.
I'm made of gold in all my dreams,
surrounded by my favourite things.
The stars will age and die,
blowing matter to new places.
My flesh is celestial dust,
but my golden bones will rust.
I never asked to be here;
This equation isn't right,
All I taste is bittersweet -
there's broken dreams between my teeth.
The glowing lights will permeate,
the stardust spreads and dissipates,
and I will always wonder why.
I'll keep your secrets, hope to die.
She sings in sweetness, with the night.
Of dreams, where love is satisfied.
The melody flows soft and light,
yet tears do flow from midnight eyes.
Of dreams where love is satisfied,
she weaves a world of fantasy.
Yet tears do flow from midnight eyes,
for in truth, she knows it's fallacy.
She weaves a world of fantasy,
a maze to wander and find peace.
For, in truth, she knows it's fallacy,
from where she wants not released.
A maze to wander and find peace,
while the moon rides high and full.
From where she wants not released,
until she feels the new days pull.
While the moon rides high and full,
the melody flows soft and light.
Until she feels the new days pull,
she sings in sweetness, with the night
A galactic delight, when we look up at night, endless infinity created by Divinity
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
MARTIANS CALLING EARTH
Mummy, Mummy come quickly and see,
A pretty picture for Blib and me,
Blog was jumping up and down
Her helmet bobbing on her curved crown.
Look at this picture in the sand,
We saw them, they were not from our land.
They flew up into the sky in a rocket ship
Honestly mummy, mum looked at Blog and Blib.
What dream did they have last night,
Their TV aerial was certainly a mite,
Strange and the Moon and Mars picked up sounds,
Which seemed weird, and out of bounds.
Something unusual, her twins Blib and Blog,
Had noticed, that they were so excited about,
Absolutely no doubt!
Can Daddy please beam us to this land,
So we can offer them a moonlit Mars hand?
We’ll have fun and tell them to come and play
Any Moon or Mars day!
But Dad chose to use his rocket ship
On this trip!
So four Martians, Blip, Blog Mum and Dad,
Began a Mars, to Earth fad,
They took off to find this land, and Sam and Sue!
Poor Blib, with a slight dose of the flu.
They hurtled at thousands of miles an hour!
Their GPS directed to Earth, on four
We land, said Dad, don’t bump your head.
Blib stay still, you should be in bed.
The pups had seen a foreign approaching object,
Martians and curious pups about to connect,
The Martians were speaking gobbly goo,
And the pups excitement grew and grew.
They hugged and played and ran,
Becoming the first universal connection,
In our galaxy and under our sun,
What a delightful galactic affection.
Galactic flashes pulse rainbow bold
bright neon waves flow into black holes.
Shooting stars ricochet through night skies
rings of Saturn cut loose and rise.
Drifting Sun sidesteps off center stage
Mercury blazes white hot, then fades.
Fat old Neptune looks bored and pouts
poor little Pluto wanders in and out.
Venus fusses, preoccupied with her looks
Mars tries too hard, Earth gets him off the hook.
Jupiter two steps, Uranus tries to prance
at the first ever annual Galaxy Dance.
Written on 8/25/2016
Our love eternal an enduring infernal
Thru galactic mist it shall always exist
Our love undying magically mystifying
How can I resist since you I’ve kissed
Our love forever an endless endeavor
Thru celestial skies our spirit never dies
Our love in hell a fragile empty eggshell
They will chastise within lamenting lies
Our love reborn I shall obediently adorn
Your ever presence a potent pleasance
Our love Galactic with clusters climactic
A floral fluorescence a lust luminescence.
Aug.4.2017
MID AUGUST STANDARD CONTEST
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Where should I zoom to, perhaps to the Moon,
And on my way will juggle with millions of stars,
I have whispered to a Comet passing by real soon,
To please pick me up, as i plan to visit Mars.
Most of all I want to feel the star dust on my face,
And hear choirs of angels as they upon me gaze.
My wish upon a star,
To swim in the Milky Way,
I long, to be in the Galaxy,
I dream of such a day,
I want to feel the sands
Of Mars, run through my hands,
Hope to see shooting stars, and also Meteoroids,
But terrified to see a hurtling Asteroid,
Wish to explore many other Galactic planets,
Google, my best friend right from the start,
Though neither of us sure of the stratosphere’s
Patterns, so advised to be sure, to take with me a jacket.
Float with me, my love, amid coral pink nebulae on the astral stagecraft
Surfing wavelengths ultraviolet, in close encounter of two dreamy hearts;
Oh, how charming it is, to woo romance in opal aura of stardust galaxies!
Glistening your happy smile, in sculptor’s blueprints upon blushed motifs
Like the ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids on ruby rose tapestry
Lost in the constellation’s scarlet orange tinges on kaleidoscopic imprints.
June 15, 2020
Placed 3rd:Stardust Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Stars fashion and project,
twinkling fields of galactic dreams we fabricate,
and perfect.
Dreams can confuse
although there's times we contemplate
the muse
We rise
and meditate
... whys.
Stars fashion and project,
although there's times we contemplate,
... whys.
Billions of miles beyond our sight held fast by Sun's magnetic might,
our Earth, a speck along with rest, spins 'round in their galactic nest.
June 2, 2018
Contest: When One Line Is Not Enough
Sponsor: Silent One
32 Syllables
"I dived into the cauldron of magic potion-
and pay tribute to God's Galactic Soup."
_by Poet
Galactic soup, the Lord wished for,
one day when he felt empty, bored;
some nutrients to give him more
alternatives to be explored.
With hydrogen and helium,
He then stirred in some oxygen;
mixed carbon next then added some
neon, iron, and nitrogen.
He tasted it- but still not done.
The flavor needed silicon,
some sulfur and magnesium;
enough, for now, to work upon.
His soup was done and it was grand;
created by his expertise,
a perfect flavor, strong not bland.
And so the Lord felt quite at peace.
But he had stewed a giant bowl;
this was too much for him to hold.
To share it was His brand new goal;
so next, He managed something bold.
He flung his prized galactic soup
into the void in which He lay;
with a big bang, eternal swoop,
His Universe was born that day.
And from His soup, all life emerged
from gentle lambs to sharks that bite.
And likewise, humans, He diverged
to yellow, brown, red, black, and white.
Galactic is our universe
Enhanced by wonder lust
Of stars that want to show their tails
Before they turn to dust.
Much like my sister and her mister
Out to light the town
In their galactic Lamborghini
Loaded all around.
And if they race like stars that hast
To blind with their bright lights
They might end up, a black hole stuck
And that would serve them right.
RETA PRUITT
August 30, 2016
(For contest)
Impress me...
Along the path planet Earth once spun
Exists an empty orbit around the sun
I’ll give you nothing, but stardust
To recreate a haven, to pass this test
Surprise me...
I’ll give you nothing, but primordial soup
A desert, a rain forest, to evolve an ape
Out from thin air, capture a lightning bolt
To power all your future needs on this planet
Learn the secrets of the universe...
Everything known is powered by solar energy, a clean fuel
All the molecules that don't understand this are fossils
Your cocoon is launched, your womb safe from harm
The mother ship preserves your life like a sacred farm
Brightest your tomorrows...
I’ll give you only 23 chromosomes to evolve 100’000 genes
An infinite number of mutations to birth all manner of geniuses
Build me metropolitan cities from caves and burrows
Give me a substance, to launch dreams out of this furrow
Galactic cowboys mount mysterious steeds
and chase spacey cows at unfathomable speeds!
Lactating in circles they moo as they spray
an interstellar round-up, a real milky way.
It sparkles and glimmers, that distant lactation
as it drenches the galaxy and all of creation.
At heaven we marvel, in some ungodly hour,
at distant milk curdles, already gone sour.
8/21/16
For Contest: Word Play: Galactic
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