Best Hurtling Poems
Keeper of Wishes
Look up! Look into the face of clear astral nights –
See my trail of fiery radiance hurtling across swirling galaxies,
Streaking through star dust of light years –
In this space where silence echoes thundering in celestial implosions
I hear your hearts speak – know your hushed voices -
“Star light – star bright!”
I hold your wishes close -a nebula bouquet -
Gathering them in cosmic bits of sparkling dew drops
Like crystal dandelion puffs spoken by ageless children’s voices
Blazing trails, stellar light capturing echoes of wishing wells,
Tarnished pennies, smooth stones or celebration candles -
Your wishes belong to the stars - guardians for unspoken dreams
Offered to the eternal heart, my keeper, keeper of the stars – keeper of wishes:
And, if I fall I pray you keep me in your pocket.
126 words
Contest: Personification
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
N/A - 7/8/2020
Contest - You Are a Star
Categories:
hurtling, night, star,
Form:
Personification
It is a dazzling display of brilliance, this conglomeration of constellations from different skies above as many different seas. I look at them, and feel the spark within my being. So, like a wounded soldier from the battlefield of life, I take little tentative steps, slowly but surely getting back the hang of walking with my poetic words after having been paralyzed for years. Gentle souls warmly welcome and offer as crutch a kind note or two, and not a few offer a glass of their own wise concoction when my throat and thoughts seem dry.
a little star blinks
with millions in milky way ~
words flow from a quill
I start having fun and develop new friendships, and as my own unsure steps strengthen with each passing day I continue to soak and absorb the light from the sun and glow from the moon and stars thousands of miles away. I realize that in this artworld no less than the creator has pioneered and trailblazed by the masters of years past, there is a place for all who dares to put down thoughts, fantasies and dreams in words and puts them out there to share with everyone.
fledgling butterfly
hitched a wagon to the stars ~
words form into poems
A lesson this experience brings me is that with all the glitter emanating from each brilliant star there lies within a heart battle scarred, just like me… some maybe more than others. Those golden stardusts are but byproducts of myriad encounters common to this life’s journey. If one finds herself in the trail of a hurtling comet, one should not be dismayed, but get out of the way for it is nothing personal. Odd but true, that sometimes it is the comet’s panacea for the pain nature has ordained. However, so long as I do not set out to cause undue disruption in someone’s sky travel, I should not allow the comet, or any star for that matter, to dictate my direction. I have my own path to tread.
stars come out at night
brighter after a wild storm ~
poems take new brilliance
13 November 2015
Creative Haibun Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
hurtling, life, poetry, thank you,
Form:
Haibun
A story inscribed in the constellations
of the punctate canopy of night
Perseus astride the winged Pegasus
Hurtling to save his fair maid Andromeda
from the beastly Cetus the seasick sea-serpent
While her folks, Cepheus and Cassiopeia
gawk dispassionately
Poor parenting enshrined above us
The pancaked 2-D IMAX look
of the heavenly vault
belies the relevant numbers—
Trillions, quadrillions of 3-D miles between,
My retinas bathing in light decades old
Not a preschool connect-the-dots
but a giant mobile
of impossibly remote thermonuclear furnaces
turned cosmic Rorschach test
My eyes drink the mother of pearl
galactic smudge in the telescope
and I feel you gaze right back
Ancient light, yet a staring presence
a Mexican standoff of unfathomable dimensions
Telescopes at 600 hexillion paces, pardner
Don’t blink
Is it my imagination, or your mind?
Crazy quarks’ quantum entanglement
making instant “spooky action” at a distance
40 million light years away
Hundreds of quintillions of miles
whatever in God’s name that is
There you are again; I feel you
Verizon Universal Consciousness Connection
That’s going to be a heck of a phone bill
but I’ll be long gone by then
I think
8/1/16
Categories:
hurtling, imagination, space, stars,
Form:
Free verse
Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite sea
Drifting straight into eternal oblivion.
Yet time can ne'er erase all memories,
And special ones will always linger
In the obscure corridors of my mind.
Hence I can never forget my dear,
The night that we first met.
Were not that night the stars conspiring
To throw a luminous light on our love?
Did not the twinkling stars shoot out their ways
In the clear expanse of nightly sky?
There under a lonely carob tree,
Where dry old leaves crackled
Under our woollen spreads,
You smiled graciously at me
And suddenly I knew
How eager was I for a love so true.
We were like two of those gems above,
Shooting their way across the skies.
And fate decreed that those two stars should meet
In an astral collision and fuse into a lasting blast.
Light sparkled above sublimely
An ethereal fireworks display,
That lasted for one long memorable moment,
But the light in our love will last
Until the end of our days.
Categories:
hurtling, love, stars,
Form:
Free verse
We have strained the edges of the universe,
you and I together, seeking, searching
on cosmic trails for justice love and fear,
I loved thee then, as I love thee now, forever.
If I were but to die, it would be no great loss,
except for the loss of the sight of you.
Lost in eternity forever. Ever abandoned!
Blinded forever to vision, sound and touch.
The essence of your smile, the treasure of your love
the beauty of your thought unsatisfied in me.
In a crowded room with you, I am filled with only you
absorbed in assimilating the wonder of you.
We live so briefly, chained to our earthly mortality;
our human love brittle, ductile, fragile.
This fleeting existence complicated with
bitterness, evil, anger, fear.
Mortality in the cosmic galaxy of immortality,
a grain of sand on the threshold of time.
Billions of souls struggling to live, breathe, survive,
inconceivable abducted from the dust of ancient galaxies.
Transitioning through ageless boundaries of infinity,
an infinitesimal spirit hurtling across ever expanding light years,
at meteoric velocity, captive only to gravitational sensitivities
ever vanishing, ardent in abandonment.
Lost in eternity. Ever abandoned.
Seeking! Searching!
Spell bound in the eternal spell binder.
Seeking! Searching!
Categories:
hurtling, imaginationlove, universe,
Form:
Free verse
And in my dream-
I am on a train curving through the wilderness,
steam billows into the sky from the black engine,
and the train is rocking back and forth . . .
It is so soothing- until I realize I am alone and have no control
to get off, to stop the train and I have no destination!
Oh, we must always have a destination-
we cannot just go charging into the unknown.
I am just hurtling forward, and
this dream has become a nightmare . . .
________________________
April 24, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Steam Train
Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-216-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Contest 245,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Fifth Place
Categories:
hurtling, dream,
Form:
Verse
a bee
invaded our car in
nineteen fifty four
while we were driving
to the jersey shore
flew in my open back window
of our two tone ford custom
pea green top black bottom
hurtling down the highway
four kids two adults
doing sixty
our kid arms outside the windows
flailing and pushing the wind
no cares
must have looked from above
like some giant green beetle
lotsa wiggly white legs
once the bee was inside
it was havoc
screaming and screeching
kids curled up in fear
in the rear
mom and dad barking out orders
we knew it had a stinger
it wanted to get us
stab us
never really saw its sticky spear
scary when needles are near
it buzzed all about
for a minute or two
up to the windshield
back near my ear
mom tried to thwack it
with her home journal
but missed
it disappeared
we all wanted to kill it
that is what you do with bees
waited and waited
no bee
then in a fury it came out
from under the front seat
hiding in a sea of springs
plotting for its moment
its chance to escape
we must have gone twenty miles
with it in our car
so out it came
buzzed a bit
then flew out my window
gone
we all took a sigh of relief
the villain excommunicated
after the yapping stopped
silence for a few miles
then i got a slow sadness
how will it find its home
it was very very far away
i thought if i was the bee
maybe i would feel lost
i remember when mom
found me in wanamakers
in toys
mom leaned over the front seat
and said
his home is everywhere
huh
that was enough for me
even though i had no clue
what it all meant what to do
my first lesson in empathy
taught by a teeny thing so wee
a bee
free verse 74 lines 326 words
Pen illustration G. Gaul
Categories:
hurtling, beach, care, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.
A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane,
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring.
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure.
They passed hikers. "Hey, lend us yer bikes!" they cried.
The lads whizzed by, not giving them a second thought.
"I bet them's fire cows," Jimmy said, (he had a wild
imagination.) "Nah, them's Holsteins, don't be daft!"
said John. The air was full of magic, and the sky
alive with seagulls. The ocean glinted to their right,
sparkling like the twinkle in a young girl's eyes.
They hurried to their destination, breathless with
anticipation, hurtling to a Neverland they'd mostly
seen in pictures, a rocky outcrop, pounded by
the waves, a fearsome confrontation with the sea.
A playground where imaginations wander.
“I bet there's dragons in them caves,” said Jimmy,
"and trolls and such, with fangs and fiery breath!"
“You're crazy!” countered John, (he read the Bible),
“'sides there's Jesus, He will shelter you from death
for now, make sure you're well and in good health."
Skittering on slabs as slick as ice fields,
tottering like lambs who've found their legs;
they played until the frigid water beckoned,
then splashed and frolicked, ducking from the heat.
Opening their back packs now, they settled down to eat.
It was then, the first time they'd discussed it,
Wally, Jimmy's brother, gone to God;
dead from cancer barely two weeks previous,
disconnected, laid beneath the sod.
Their tones were sullen, conversation somber.
“Is Wally with the Angels?” Jimmy questioned,
“Yes he is,” said John, “and safe at rest.”
They cycled home in silence, friends together,
and settled in their beds, forever blessed,
the moon endowed their dreams, a welcome guest.
Categories:
hurtling, childhood, cancer,
Form:
Verse
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.
Categories:
hurtling, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Think, therefore, because
We are, immortal shining
Bright as the sun a million
Times over, relieved in shades
Of light and dark. This which we
Seek eludes the touch of
Understanding and refuses to be
Fathomed, to learn of just how deep
This thing goes. ‘To Light’ we cry
In the darkest hours of night
When the fear settles on us like a pall
And the ancient horrors walk the corridors
Of our minds as we struggle to sleep.
Silence remains forever elusive to even the
Weariest of those courageous enough
To search the abandoned roads that lead to
No truth other than: the road goes forever on.
Still, their lives were not in vain, for even
Though they failed in their quest they found
Something much more valuable. Purpose.
A thing for which we are woefully lacking
In our small existence on this hurtling rock.
But in this, discouragement comes swiftly,
Brutalizing the strongest and planting doubt
That swells to be all consuming. Let it not
Inhabit or take up residence, or it will surely
Destroy. Search not for the silence, or the purpose,
But only listen. The clamor is not in the least
Unpleasant. In time it is the most beautiful
Music to the lovers’ ears. It calms with the promise
Of life lived and joy undiscovered. Peace. Uncompromised and
Heavy with distilled hope. It flows like moonbeams
To melt upon the soul. In the darkest of night, it comforts,
And with the light, it binds.
Categories:
hurtling, inspirational, introspection, uplifting,
Form:
Blank verse
Fear, a liar that can delude or mislead you.
It tells you that you are cursed and doomed.
Have courage to stop and look at Fear in the face!
It comes, like hooded serpents from dark holes,
with venom in their fangs ready to snap at.
Like, monsters from roaring seas
that rest on the sands
as boulders on a low - lying ledge
Or, vampires hurtling down
to suck your blood in dark
with their outgrown canine teeth
Fears are wasps swarming round,
like embers from a furnace
or scorpions with poisonous stings,
hidden in their tails.
Living with them
is like getting enclosed in a blind alley,
pacing forward and rushing backward,
seeing the gates fastened tight with iron shutters,
or being chased after,
by an elephant on rampage.
Never succumb, but defend its onslaught,
for your arch enemy sure shall
shred you to pieces if you let yourself to be subdued!
Jan. 21. 2023
~ Placed First~
Fear is a Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Categories:
hurtling, allusion, angst, dark, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Night draws out like a long, sharp blade.
Keen edged, it carves its image upon a
black-ink sky. As iron sharpens iron, the
knife hurls glowing planets and stars
upon the deep.
A soft-faced moon of soapstone,
is the sharpening tool upon which the
knife's edge beckons light into the darkness.
Its opaque face is the focal point of all the
twinkling entities illuminating a quilted darkness.
Each night's sharp-honed edge is a memory
to hold in the mind's eye. The spark thrown
stars and stone-faced, silent moon remind us
of the unrelenting friction our earth must feel
hurtling resolutely through an endless void.
Night, like a long blade draws out from dusk
until the dawn again cracks with morning light.
Night Like a Blade
3-17-15
Categories:
hurtling, moon, night, stars,
Form:
Free verse
TODAY'S CULTURE
Rhett Butler said to Scarlett O'Hara
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
The movie industry hurtled a barrier
And American culture took a slam
In today's language it is totally denoted
The word damn is preceded by God
Though against it, many Christians have voted
Their values have been greatly trod
Movies, with such blatant disregard
For the principles on which we were founded
Make movies that should be forever barred
And the voice of sanity be sounded
As a nation, America is falling
Like a meteor hurtling through space
Politicians are missing their calling
Many term our country a disgrace
But Scripture will point us to glory
If God's Word America would heed
Then all would know the end of the story
Eternal life in Heaven, indeed
Curtis Moorman
26 August 2013
Categories:
hurtling, america,
Form:
Rhyme
I've cried the tears ...
I've suffered the years ...
I've tasted the fears ...
Of a spaceman hurtling through the void
Loneliness grows daily on the inside,
as I continue this autopilot ride
to the other side of the sun
This tritainium space ship moves swiftly
towards our sun's nearest relative
Alpha Centauri ... destination of my personal glory
I forsook family and friends,
to live a lonely existence in a metal cabin
in the vast wilderness of space
There are four other cosmonauts with me;
but they are asleep in cryostasis,
until we reach the end of this journey
Fusion moving to the other side of the sun
Being the lone human sentry,
I chose to sacrifice ... age my years naturally
on this long ten-year mission
No suspended animation, only a virtual companion
A computer generated voice of a Russian-accented woman,
paired with an attractive holographic image
to placate the intense loneliness of the vacuum
Her voice represents a New Age of Enlightenment,
vestiges of a new peace made between old enemies
In the year 2117, our mission represents this new peace offering
My war now is with the elements of the void:
a relentless solar wind that flings
microscopic particles that daily pierce our metal skin,
trying always to let deadly cosmic radiation in
But our white cell-like nanobytes work tirelessly to keep us safe
Nearing the unknown side of a new sun
In the ninth year, the last year of this exhausting space trip,
I start to dream of odd things ... old longings and new anxious moments
that soon await me
Noise of activity will shortly invade my quiet realm,
as I awake my fellow astronauts and robot work soldiers
Before we left to go on the other side of the sun,
to this new and strange alien one ...
I kissed my wife and three kids goodbye,
and told them to start a new life
For on the other side of the sun is where I will die
Categories:
hurtling, sad love, science fiction,
Form:
Narrative
Sitting there,
With that empty stare,
Staying still,
Going nowhere,
You have lost all hope,
The will to live,
The pain clenches your heart,
Sitting there,
In the dark,
You stare at her,
Your lost love,
Sitting in the armchair,
As cruel as life can be,
Why did god take you,
So violently from me,
I thought our love was forever,
Until the doctors told me otherwise,
Weeks not months to celebrate,
With so many tears in our eyes,
A wicked disease,
Has left me,
Mourning my soul mate,
Sitting in a dark room,
With that empty stare,
Longing and wishing for my love,
To be found opposite me,
In her favourite armchair.
Sitting there,
With an empty stare,
Remaining still,
Going nowhere,
You have lost all hope,
Your way to live,
The pain cannot be felt no more,
Sitting there,
At the crossroads,
Staring painfully,
At the old wreath of flowers,
Sitting in the wheelchair,
As cruel as life can be,
Why did god take you,
So horrendously from me,
I thought our love was forever,
The drunk driver took you away,
Hurtling into our car,
On a perfect sunny day,
A wicked man,
Has scarred me,
And mourning my soul mate,
Sitting paralyzed at that crossroads,
With that empty stare,
Longing and wishing for my love,
To come back to me,
And take me away from this wheelchair.
As cruel as life can be,
The future we can never see,
Nothing seems to be forever,
No matter how much we pray,
Or hope that is so,
As cruel as life can be,
Our dreams and visions,
Are evaporated in a twisted,
Roll of dice,
When deaths hand reaches out,
No religion or science can save you,
Time to go,
Hardly time to say goodbye,
Hold on to our memories,
When you forget how to cry,
Don’t ever forgot the one you lost,
As cruel as life can be,
Tearing away veils of hope,
And leading you to insanity,
So mourn you loved ones,
But don’t let life bring you down,
It is not over until it’s over!
© Darren Hobson September 2015
Categories:
hurtling, anger, anxiety, bereavement, cancer,
Form:
Narrative