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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She drifted past the spiral arms in white,
A shadow snuffing galaxies to dark.
She held the dying pulsars to her breast,
Like children, singing chaos into sleep.
"Do not be frightened," hummed to worlds of ice,
"The dark is velvet-deep, you are not lost."
She swept the dust of nations into glass,
Preserving lovers' vows before they broke.
There is a beauty in the sudden halt,
Perfection in the stop, like gravity
That waits to catch the ocean in its fall.
She severed light from heat, and form from mass,
A cold tranquility beneath the storm.
So infinite her mercy, grace so strange,
She wiped the seat of life from Nature's face.
For eons she has walked, the gardener,
Who plucks the solar systems like a bloom.
She does not take with malice or with hate,
She only opens wide the iron door.
And now she stands before your yellow sun,
To answer with a kiss the final call.
You tremble at her silence?
Fear the end?
You think she brings the night to kill the stars?
She weeps to see you breathe, knowing the truth.
She is not here to hollow out your soul;
She kills you now to save you from the Hunger.
In the vast space where deep silence resides,
Beyond the reach of air and fleeting breath,
Lies a realm where stars slowly shed their flame,
A canvas dark, where cosmic echoes fade;
The galaxies, once pulsating, now are husks,
Drifting like whispers in an endless void,
Each collide, a forgotten tale unwound,
And time itself, a river turned to snow.
Here, comets fall, like tears from distant eyes,
Their trails a fleeting memory of life,
While black holes yawning, consuming all light,
Remind us of our fragile, fleeting flame;
What once was known, now shattered by the night,
And worlds untethered spin in endless dance,
Each entity a ghost of what has been,
Their stories sketched in shadows on the dark.
A cosmic death, a stillness so profound,
As nebulae dissolve like dreams at dawn,
And planets turn to dust blown by the breeze,
With every heartbeat, echoes of the past,
Resound within the silence of the dark;
Yet in this end, there sprouts a quiet hope,
As from the ash, new stars may find their birth,
In cycles vast, where windups weave the threads
Of every nascent dawn we long to see.
The celestial stars awaken the night
Blessing the world with a silver glow
The pale white moon whispers into the light
Casting a layer of light below
A rush of cool air greets my face
Like a rocket soaring through the sky
I drift beyond the clouds of space
Where galaxies and endless wonders lie
I move past the clouds above
Entering a universe I've never known
Surrounded by millions of stars filled with love
In a world where I am not alone
The planets dance like fishes in a cosmic sea
The colors painting the endless night
The universe opens its arms to me
A masterpiece burning with infinite light
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.
June.25.2017
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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