Best Gazers Poems
as the wind whistles
warm wishes
echoing the
sea-salt silence
flowing beneath
silver-kissed waves
I think of synonyms for
love
illustrating hate
in elusive rhythm...
for stars never
envy the moon
but silently orchestrate
a cosmic choir
of coruscating crystals
in incandescent cadence
swirling confetti across
the nocturnal sky~
a compelling
commemoration
that you and I cherish
in technicolor tercets…
I ponder
why do green-eyed gazers
spinning
lilac lies
within
jaded journals
along jeweled realms
rage with
j e a l o u s y?
pushing my quivering quill
to question:
am I not art
am I not the muse
am I not worthy
am I not the ache
romanticized with roses...
perhaps these words
are mere
remnants of ramblings
ricocheting
rhapsodies
within the
breath of perfumed heartbeats
that the kohl-cold souls
can never taste...
so I purge
inked petals
upon the digital canvas,
that feels not
lyrical lifelines
bleeding ballads
h i d i n g and
h e a l i n g
behind
murky metaphors
and
alliterative adjectives
weaving h o p e
amidst
the
crestfallen
sighs
of
bittersweet
horizons…
The knowers are the star gazers
Who sit on the corner of the crescent moon
Wildly, wildly
With sparkling eyes
My notions are lacking substance
Lacking grace
Lacking innuendo
Separately I traverse
The same familiar paths
Day by day
Until the paper plates are all used up
And I sink deeply
Into a cushion sleeping
Today I will write about stars-
Not the usual
Compressed galactic-gleams,
Not the speckling
In deep sky seen,
Tracked and charted
By singular-minded, bright-eyed teams-
No-I will speak of Real Stars,
Day and night stars-
Eternal Stars
Never growing dim,
Burning brightly
From star-dust within-
Not a glow in cold darkness
Between starlight above
But Mysterious Light
Deeper gazers call Love-
Stars that blink
To illumine the poor,
Have learned by faith
To persist and endure-
Stars who dry
The damp
Blanket the cold,
These warm glows
Surrounding
All of God's Fold-
Never dimming-
(A mission to give)
Preaching less-
Word what they live-
Warring on crime
Disease and despair
Never for profit
Simply to care,
Sacrifices not subject
For peddlers dealing in fame-
But God's Asterisk,
His Radiance,
Lighting each name-
This Light is always there-
When one thinks less of taking
And more, to share-
Same Light that shown
From out the tomb,
Giving earth a choice
Between Light and dark gloom-
Light seen brightly
In a new mother's eyes,
Amazed and surprised
That something so radiant
Could come from within,
Not starlight of sky, but Pure Light,
Where all lights begin
Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky,
man lies starring at stars fixed or falling.
We wonder who has tossed these gems aside.
Most singular He who has let these fly
toward unknown destinations calling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky.
From California's forest gazers cry
with ahh's and ohh's as they lie sprawling,
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.
Shooting star have bewitched fair Holland's sky
and danced to drums in Africa brawling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky
From mighty Perseus they oft seem to fly
like fishermen we sit, glow lights trawling,
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.
That the heaven rains for all, none can deny
a gift of bold beauty mankind's calling.
Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.
Awesome stars* are art works of the Almighty
Beauteous midst darkness, sparkling bright
Creation masterpieces supremely crafted
Designed perfectly to serve as eyes’ delights.
Extolling the grandeur of divine excellence
Firmament jewels driving astronomic flight
Galaxy ornaments that mystify constellation gazers
Heaven’s wonders are stars** for promises’ hoisting
Influence-compass intensifying travel-impact
Journey-leader to magi searching the King of kings with joy.***
Kindling reality-awakenings for inquisitive kids
Lights are the stars**** along truth-seeking luminescence
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst queries on magic or mystery
Night’s treasures as “diamonds in the sky” bringing wealth nigh
Opening opportunities to dream and soar with optimism.
Potential inspiration and muse source for poetry
Quiet, yet clear witnesses of victims in their justice-quest
Radiant gems to aspiring champions revealing rewards
Steadfast signs are assuring stars***** against skepticism
Testifying about timeless blessed celestial triumph.
Up above they are stars****** reflecting Christ’s glory ultimately
Victorious in asserting faith that vanquishes vain vision
Watchfulness they show, glowing for guided winning
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise surpassing any x-ray
Yes, they are shining in the Scriptures today and yon
Zealously gleaming and glaring with enlightenment’s zest.
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
**Genesis 15:5 … Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them…
***Matthew 2:2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
****Jeremiah 31:35 Thus saith the LORD, which giveth … the stars for a light by night
*****Luke 21:25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars.
******1Corinthians 15:41 There is … glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
March 18, 2020
“Double Abecedarian”
5th place, "A Star's Heartbeat" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/22/2020.
She died that night you know.
Throat swollen,
mouth open,
gasping for air she died.
Head down,
eyes to ground,
mouth quieted she died.
The sun of her smile,
that lit up with the ease of a morning rise,
eyes that darted and danced and glistened like the moon,
like the stars
touching its gazers,
one
by
one
shining just for them,
or so it seemed.
Her mouth,
quick witted tongue,
that challenged you,
praised you,
filled your ear with self-proclaimed truths and thoughts of justice.
You hated those words because they were so different than your own
but you loved her because she told you her truths,
unapolegetically.
She dared to be different publicly,
daring you to do the same.
You loved her and hated her for it.
She died that night you know.
Told to keep her head down,
to swallow her words,
shut up!
Act same,
play the game,
question less,
submit.
Submit or die,
resistance is futile.
And so she died,
head down,
eyes to the ground,
gasping for air.
And the sun never shined again.
The night skies glimmer
As they rocket up and down
Dazzling and dancing
Awaited by hearts
Hoping that wishes come true
Gazers left in awe
Come, adorn the night
With beauty I was enticed
Bring me to the skies
The red rose declines in the cruelty of time
gentle sunsets fade in the midst
from barely lonely skies,
silver streams die.
What of those days of sweet bliss
the tunes of a symphonic kiss
my soul miss,
and orbs of light are close
in search of emerald nights
the stalks of white ghosts
creeping softly upon shades of grey
the touch of deadly strokes.
Visions of slanted monsoons,
and flawless white pearl moons
hanging above the tides
those opalescent hues of fire.
Fall flaming chariots of deliverance
oceans a glint
billows glistening
in gloaming of earth's tint.
The mystery of the quiet still
shards of glass scattered
across the twilight atmosphere
diamond coated tears.
Sublime, jet stream geyzers
and star night gazers
infuse scientific minds
like eagles soar high.
The beautiful water lily flower,
the Japanese iris,
red bark cypress
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there traced divine knowledge.
The minerals of the soil,
and treasures of spoil
the naked eye, though it be
finite will see.
Yet seasons come swiftly
Autumn, Summer, Fall, and Spring,
but still the red rose declines
in the cruelty of time.
Xiou Xue
‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal, Made in a kitchen which all pests have vacated.
Weariness blinkered, Pa contends, In a haze for contentment, in tobacco & drink.
A vision become probable, neon signs wink to her, Negative gains still seem to offer fulfilment of dreams.
Desolate in the dark room, prospects evaporate. Scenes of homely environments bridge bitter memories.
Jesus answers, She phones, They touch, Tobacco fades, Hopes rise, Christ lives.
Beijing Hutongs.
(Old alleys & narrow streets.)
Grey dust over all the piles of food waste, Snow Bikes & barrows. No flies no smell!
Wind chills’ no deterrent to sellers or window gazers. The tourist shivers alienated by culture.
Shoes happily shinned, smiles warm. The barterers laugh. Do half-hidden homes reflect the same?
In a Perfect World, the world would have to be just so - perfect!
On the sixth day of creation God said to his Son, ALL things are
perfectly good - in both heaven and on earth!
The Father created this globe, called earth, perfect and serene,
And then he created humankind - man, *****sapiens, human beings.
But on earth, fallen angels beaten out of the heavens,
Now called demons, possess and inhabit weak and corrupt minds,
To do things that were never heard before in older times!
Since then God's patients get tried over and over, and some repent on a daily
Basis, only to sin again not long after, with the slightest provocation.
Some have a clear idea what fellowmen do, and without finishing a sentence;
They can finish it off for you, far removed from the topic at hand!
In a logical sense, a Perfect World would have to be just so - perfect.
Looking around in Nature where there was no sin, tourists visit "paradise"
A hope for all mankind fine beaches, beautiful flowers, shrubs and trees.
What would man's realm be like if the first couple had not sinned?
Astronomers, moon-gazers, nature-watchers and sky-gazers
Photograph the awesome bodies of galaxies of stars, circling moons,
And transient stars which pitch and zoom across the sky.
Some of us have witnessed such a sight!
A World is on its way, pure in Thought, Word and Deed
With loving thoughts for fellowmen, regardless of race, color or creed.
Men will have pure worship, love for neighbor, without covetousness,
Greed, gluttony or selfishness.
Just imagine a Perfect World without envy, jealousy, malice, hate
or "payback" time!
Living together under The Creator's perfect rule - no pain, sorrow, suffering, sickness or death. These will all be things of the past!
New Names, opened Scrolls, one Language again world-wide (Nimrod caused different languages to be in place now) and singing a new song;
Waiting to teach those rising from the dead, as we go teaching the living about
The coming end, as Noah once did.
Long life, healthy living and out-living 800 year old trees,
A thing some will experience in the not too distant future
In God's Perfect World, his Kingdom to come!
Characterized by the early settlement
of the San Bushmen of the Kalahari.
Its patriotic sentiments of profound bravery
echos the nation’s long struggle for independence
well articulated and expressed in the psalm of Axali Doeseb.
This second to the least overpopulated territory
is home to the continent’s tallest elephants
and the endangered black rhino.
It houses the world’s oldest desert
with a display of the globe’s highest sand-dunes.
Quadruple medals from Frankie Fredericks,
remarkable atmospheric space for astronomers and star gazers,
spectacular deserts in the Kalahari and Namib
and the emanating awe from the Namib-Naukluft park
are national prides fixed into global glories.
Next after the Grand canyon is the Fish river counterpart
but the Dragon’s breath stands tall in the globe’s underground lakes.
Populates the most in free-roaming Cheetahs,
accepts nature’s curse of the historic Northern coast
and the sun’s blessing in over three hundred days every year.
‘peace be still’ is the definition of its pride
but still not exempted from the painful whip
afflicted by the demon enslaving its mother- region.
Celestial jewel of eye delight
treasure from God Who grants faith’s sight
beauteously radiant, ceaselessly bright
firmament wonder driving astronomic flight
galaxy ornament mystifying constellation gazers’ might
such is my stellar power, reaching from outer space height ---
--- illumining your poetic muse against visual blight!
As a great light* with valued luminescence
star am I affecting solar system’s iridescence
created out of the Lord’s omnipotence and omniscience
from me plants get chlorophyll for nutritious essence
being the sun: electricity source, force of industrial excellence…
such is my triumphant solar experience midst life rays' influence ---
--- sharing with you heaven’s opulence!
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
July 7, 2020
3rd place, "Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/6/2020.
We Are The Watchers
by Stark Hunter
Into the breach the multitudes surge,
Into the crushing breakers and
Beyond the sucking mindless tides,
Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence,
Precipitously we fall and slide,
Tenuously and tragically we slip.
We are the watchers of the wasted!
We are the watchers of the dancing dead!
We have seen them bring in the living.
We have silently closed our eyes to their madness.
We are the watchers of the delirious and of the distressed.
Falling, falling trying to seize a toehold,
Trying to stop desperately this inevitable plunge,
This meshing melting plummet,
This fatal succumbing to hate and ignorance,
This downward drowning into the watery abyss of anarchy,
This insane enveloping
This resounding de-evolution into one massive heartbreak.
We are the human machine!
That lurches and stalls in the swell,
Spewing bloody angst
And the sooty smoke of smothering fear.
We are the star climbers!
The mountain gazers!
We are the watchers of the wasted.
We are the watchers of the diseased.
We have seen them bring in the living
We have seen the fires of Armageddon!
Burning burning furiously in the firmament,
And we have heard the crescendoing cries of the forgotten.
We are the watchers of the wasted!
We are the watchers of the dancing dead!
Each night I groove
Entertain with each move
Dancing on this pole
My assets I extol
Sultry and steamy
Men’s eyes so dreamy
Forgetting their wives
They give me fives
Clenched in my thong
Money doesn’t last long
I return home each night
Leaving men I excite
To find my daughter sleeping
As I begin weeping
I should have learned a trade
That with age wouldn’t fade
With dollars from gazers
I try to raise her
But how long can this last?
Only till my prime has passed
Though I have income now
My looks? A cash cow
As I approach thirty
I feel useless and dirty
No future in this biz
Make the most of what is
I’ll soon be forced out
We’ll learn to live without
Stripping for bucks
Donations they tuck
Until I start to sag
My butt I can wag
But tomorrow, who knows
The bloom will leave this rose
We’ll be out on the streets
When sensuality depletes
*Written for Natalie’s “Burlesque Twist” contest
Social awareness springs life in all its many forms of fault
On a thin, blank film of ring which encircles the audience seated,
Wherein precursive images befall the sight of sovereign role-gazers
Who seek after the preservation of authority in place of the refinement of the very sprite itself
For in this gleaming presence, numerous reflections of the seated alighten in passing
Which would bear witness a good fortune on its observers if it will be known
For the dispelling of delusion lies in contribution
As traits of individuals accommodate new affiliations
Through the hallways of the houses they build
A social excuse, vestiture for the chimera that simmer around the echoes that call a friend
A nasal contraction, whispers of ballet along with congenial manic fractures
A pigeons’ hall work as J. Farnsworth transfuses into moll work
Regaling distraction, appalling as adolescent prances conceive a hidden dimension
To decisions made on behalf of
An unknowing few
Surely your indecision wouldn’t assume
We’d all forget the Who