Best Galaxies Poems
He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things
You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind
Me?
You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)
Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?
I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy
And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)
And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product
You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth
(I was too busy daydreaming
on Mars)
From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through
... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask
"Have we met?"
Futile is the sun to a heart in awe
And trivial is the moon's cosmic fame
All these voices are nothing but noises
These Flowers are like invisible stars
For what's it that the universe contains
Nothing... but your face to keep me sane
Only your voice brings exceptional joy
Only your lovely smile can make me fly
Syllable count: 10 per line
27th July, 2020
Kinetic waves of energy
Ripples in time and space
subtle sums of synergy
Patterns of silk and lace
Universes that race away
Mem’ries that as quickly fade…
Into black holes of yesterday
That give nothing back in trade
Stardust settling ‘pon dusty hutch
And on planetary plain (alike)
Truly does not differ much
In substance same (as in sight)
Universes that to stars give birth
Pediatric wards that work much the same
Birth is birth…for what it’s worth
It’s just a cosmic game
Galaxies that go on forever
Rainbows that have no end
All a part of eternal endeavour
Without an answer my friend
Warp speed….Snail’s pace
It’s all relative you see
One takes place in outer space
The other is given to you and me
I passed beneath the bridge today
close by the place you once called home,
and I sensed your latent footprints
still lingering upon the stone.
I wonder . . . did you pass that way,
mysteriously, in the night,
as guardian angels carried you
across the galaxies toward light?
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 24, 2014
Galaxies are God's fingerprints marking space.
Written on 2/22/2016
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
Devotion Poem, Paradise.
(For Jim)
Dare I say —
We feel marvelously sculpted to fit,
Our hugs mold their moments
Into wishing to last forever.
Dare I say — my silent hopes
Rise into the liquid
Moonlit blue above our kisses,
Wanting to make millions of dozens.
Dare I tell the truth of how
My heart speaks out to you
Whenever we separate? That somehow
Physics moves you into two: to the elsewhere
You travel,yet still always here by me.
Dare I utter the new quantum rules of love?
How starlit galaxies hide in your eyes
To all except for me. How our waltz moves on
Through the juggled dimensions we cling to.
May I sing for others what our hearts
Keep in whispers? How to sense paradise
In the gift of your devoted spirit
Always awaiting close, holding the secret
Blessings of divine starlight in your pockets.
Dare I share the jewels of this love,
That they may be found and more easily kept? Or,
Might the vast variations of paradise await
Their own finding and defining, like rainbows
With their hidden treasures.
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(c) sally young eslinger 8/22-25/22
I cannot fathom eternity.
So I wash the dishes from dinner.
I cannot comprehend the vastness of the universe and galaxies.
So, I read another story to my child.
I catch glimpses of how insubstantial I am, like a mote of dust floating on a sunbeam.
So I pay my bills and go to work.
I love my family and pray to my God.
I listen to a friend crying over the phone.
I bring a hot meal to my elderly neighbor and maybe visit for a bit.
No, I cannot understand, much less control, the infinity of the stars and time and space.
But I can do my best to touch the lives of those around me in a meaningful way, with love, respect, and kindness.
I give the rest to God
I will tell you of the backstreets
In a brain that has grown old
A mind that has wandered often
When it was young and bold
Old brains should deal in minutiae
A myth right off my tongue
For mine looks at the universe
I couldn't solve when young
It thinks of distance in light years
Time as infinity
And whether stars are live or dead
Or whence divinity
It thinks some stars it sees are ghosts
That died in some long past
But light is just now getting here
How long do star ghosts last
When I was young the Milky Way
Was thought to be alone
Now we know there are billions more
In the galaxy zone
Then thoughts return to this old Earth
And wish for hands to hold
I leave the backstreets for awhile
And enjoy being old
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I become animal
with her
and animals
know no sin...
Dark and delicious
is she
knot of love
ever tightening...
We lay
watching shadows
on the wall
each others faces
she plays with my hair...
Erotic photons
we become
galaxies colliding
exploding into
a million pieces
crashing into one another..
~ ~
A dance divine with a celestial convivial chime
Gazing galaxies upon a midnight summer's breeze
Wormholes waking as the nesting nebulae are baking
Star cluster smiles twinkling traverse the many miles
Alpha Centauri within gravitational galactic glory
Cosmological constellations need no explanations
Blusterous Black holes sucking in symmetrical souls
Thru the Multi-verse all shall divide and disperse.
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read you in a dewy meadow of cataclysmic ambrosia
damp feathers of grass tickling the nape of my neck,
my eyes could sense seclusion's blossomed temptation
'pon surmised landscapes of poetic otherworldly sublimity,
insomuch as sonata's perceptive celestial bodies' played on
imposing horizons and seascapes indistinguishable as
snowflakes midst commanding symphonic overtures,
meanwhilst stardust & moons simultaneously tilt galaxies
Beyond the span of tears and time
Where the galaxies collide--
About the stars and ancient rhyme,
Does Providence abide.
Through some portal to eternity,
Where the seraphs sweetly sing--
May I once die, to always be,
And dawn angelic wing.
May home be as a shining star,
Where the angels low abide,
Welcomed through a timeless door
That the Heavens glad, provide!
--Mel
Hurting you wasn't my intention
For me to keep sanity
My spirit halted me with an intervention
You're a shot in the dark
Our minds are galaxies apart
Too much conflict
While I disliked it,
You seem to be an addict
I'm more content
Finding less and less to vent
My battles are fought by me
Your battles are an Odyssey
Clash of the Titans, Greek mythology
Too much drama for me
I'll retreat while you cry to your momma
Hopefully peace and happiness find you tomorrow
Cry into my eyes...hear my goodbyes
Practically reduced to your intricate lies
You sound so beautiful and frankly, I find you dreadful
Letting out your cries that are oh so pitiful...wonderful...
Much like you,
You act so cool
Cool it off too
I'm such a fool
For loving you always...ah, always
You are fulfilling my nights and days
Fake wise men or obnoxious preachers these days drive me cray-cray
I must say, I'm havin' my way today
Cry into my eyes...
Galaxies of glory
Can get a lot gory
Than usual...no lies...
Cry into my eyes
Let me give you my sympathies
He empathizes at last
Let me leave behind my past
You're my future and present
But, first, sorry...let me repent
For all I've done...
Please forgive me
Cry into my eyes, Jesus Christ
I exist in a million lists...frankly, frustrated and so darn pissed
Don't you hiss at me, you're the one that sacrificed...
Yourself for the sake of saving me from the mourning mist
God's auras
Blurs away the flaws
You're all colors -
Some don't blend at all - everyone is saying their awww's
I'm God's chosen one
I get anxiety and then...
I drop my pen...it's fun...
To write over and over again
Simplicity is so simple...simple...
It's like a slight flicker of a dimple
Trees of hallowness curl their branches toward me
The roots of its existence plunged inside me, you see?
Nourish the countless seeds
Of wet-drenched weeds
Pluck the rose pedals of trust -
Those were the lies that descended from the crust
Hear His Word
Love His Word
Lost sheep weep
We wander so deep
So deep, yet others roam to steep
Wondering when I can sleep
See His angels
Obliterate remaining devils
The blind can see
The deaf can hear
But, do they see
My silent tears, I fear
I hold dear my childlike cheer
I fear not the worst
Hope that love from above is near
Lights of the world aren't cursed,
But rehearsed
Over and over again
Cry into my eyes -
Got slayed