Best Lightyears Poems
Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me
whether I could ever be like you.
I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...
So much so,
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.
Tanglaw
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw
I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.
You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.
It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around,
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.
I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.
It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive.
...and it is all because of you.
It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.
I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are
But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.
Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.
Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.
Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"
Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"...
Do not think there is a day I do not want
Or a week, or even a year I repulse
Do not think I do rebuff
Any part that is you
If there is something I abhor it is the distance...
the distance that you put between us
In miles, lightyears and the length
Of your arm
In cold measurements of two cups water,
three cups ice, you dose our lives
You dispense your time
in small pills
The wild that we were so long ago
Turned tame and subdued
A gilded cage with
open door
Do not think there is a day I do not miss
Who we once were. I reject
Who we are now. I set
you free.
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March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
I grew up with philosophers
and never realized
how grandiose those thinkers were
before my very eyes
Neither had a Ph.D.
or similar degrees
or authored books that often took
supreme intelligence to read
They had no claim to fortune or fame
but simply, lived life well
from day to day and throughout the years
though I could never tell
The depth of all their thoughts and dreams
and how they navigated
through mud slides and rising tides
all the while, I was elated
Not privy to their tribulations
and mountain peaks to climb
in all their pains and aggravations
their spirits always shined
Reminding me of Socrates
and Plato in some ways
always finding peace of mind
despite some dismal days
Giving until their final ends
all the beauty and truth sublime
until they bequeathed this world to me
I was living as if half blind
But now I see their philosophy
all these tears and lightyears later
my dad and mom sang one sweet song
to me and our Creator.
Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin,
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world.
Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote
bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations
formulating fractal glinting highlighting
ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling,
la la land legerdemain lifting logic
lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.
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Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily
heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures
nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera
quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme
teetering upended venerated wise with acumen
arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot
chasing far-fetched ideas
lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically
resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably
vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderful wrapt yawning youngsters
warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family
granting Herculean instant karma
malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement
quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage
yikyaks apemen cleft Earth.
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Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression
zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue
flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON
killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
Wait, or not it is only going to bring us tragedy or happiness
Gentle yes is wisdom's way to say please listen i cry out this one man is one for you
When u Was struggling with the spirit of loneliness he lifted away and brushed it off you
He showered you with love but never mentioned much about the word
Foolish men they say love is this love is that just to flatter you
But now visualize an ice burg hear the ice crack
Its breaking their words now I give love its life back
Crushed diamonds jump out these lines here
They blow up because they ate bombs coming out in lightyears
Love no dirty words at all have no itching ears for it is lust disguised there
Sure I come just in time like i who am i I be damned no man has ever decided
so I had job God gave me an assignment
Look at the title Love Is.... what? Love is a Palace. I was like okay go ahead and try me copy my style duplicate me if you think you can outbox me. I'm like damn this is inspiring I have the greatest love for the pilot of a fighter plane. So just sit there and take it I change guns and you become the target of my Missels. I open bottom door drop out an atomic bomb. Call the president up and say sir its my pleasure to tell you" press the red button"
Now here comes the nuclear missel
Oh my God I just killed us all.
Now ain't Love a touchy subject.
in need, in need of more personality, just an overlooked rose garden, hidden by dirty snow, looking at other roses, regrets of blossoming many lightyears ago, my need revealed its face to me while savagely slashing mine, just moments ago, personality and all other distinctions withered away just moments ago, oblivious to the fact that I am the poet by day and the dramatist by night, but this particular afternoon she finally seen me, forced to crave more, to hunger after, and to thirst for more, she found me broken, on nearly bended knees, with just one need, pleading with any angelic atmosphere or being or blessing or anything, hoping others like her could surround me, like this never heard before but deeply missed harmony, she even surround sounds me, she surrounds me, she sounds just like me, even while I admit my depravity, in the lowest of tones, desperately anxious for more, yes, but not more than my one need, just a rose, now speaking barely in monotone, this is how most describe me, luckily, she sees my inner glow, my intentional heart, my personality, and as she gives me back my sunshine, the smiles with silvery tints, tainted with possibilities, impossible for me to be ashamed of an unwed hand gently caressing a suddenly lively womb,
but here I am, expecting...
I am expecting her
a voice
has the choice to speak
into the pockets of wind which are parcel carriers
connecting the truth with whispers
heard on a deafening level
only overshadowed by silence
shaking loose the lies
sleeping in the crevices of the fraying veil
tattered in sounds of smiles sounding laughter
to tear open the tears that have damned up faith
leaping like a frog catching light
born from incubators in the veins of lily pads
padding pillow tops underneath narcoleptic dreams
envisioning a visage of voluptuous vaults
protecting gemstones donated by gravity
in a tail spin
spinning tales to be told
at a dinner party hosted by the sun and the moon
gathering gratitude with a net made of stars
caressing composure courageously
with hearts beating in synchronized stares
staring into eyes worn by your energy
that has been an architect for our ancestors
since an apparatus was designed to authenticate
inspiration used to create and validate
reasons to change like the seasons
seasoning the hourglasses recycling time
tripping over lay lines beginning to sway
like the song fermenting in the clouds still yet to rain
so let go of the reins
there's no sense in trying to control
reflecting directions reflectively directed
by reflections that direct a reflected directive
able to reflect inner directives
balancing the compass
leading to compassion
so blossom and pass on in
don't forget to remember landmarks
marking the lightyears you've traveled
aging with grace given by the ripples of righteousness
nestling the words i was chosen to write
for us
Lulled by the no–see-um’s song
the grasses and I are yawning
tilting our heads
in the breezes falling off the day
as if cocooned in imagined protection beneath
a raccoon mama’s chin
we sway…we sway…we sway the night to day …away
and above us the grasshopper's song floats
in swaths across the lavender universe (13.8 billion lightyears to bring to you)
a light house sways across the gray
trying to say...
I love you
I just, seem to get an argument
Sometimes the breeze just calls my name again
But those curls aren't that hard enough
Sometimes I notice the moon looking at me
Desperately, falling in love every second
But when I tried to reach her, I fell to the ground
Thousands of kilometers away
Lightyears of distance, in just a few instants
Our memories became instances
And instead I cried my soul out, again
Now I'm whole, as I accepted the hole in my chest
Turns out it really was a bloody mess, misunderstood even by my meds
Sometimes I feel worse than a fed, the way my eyes are preaching to get a sight of what I need the most, what I love the most
That's my mom, obviously, but also somewhat ironic, maybe a love, I'm not plato neither my feelings are platonic
But I saw, that cute smile and my heart raced like sonic
Was in front of a mirror, this whole time
Whole thing was a mistake, except, how my heart grew and blossom even more
Throughout the drought and the pain it went
All through this journey I can hear soft sighs.
The darkness a black universe around.
Against me hands, or feet, and someone cries.
In nearness of small bodies warmth is found.
Lightyears ago there was firm ground, and earth;
There was something called food, there was a drink;
There was this feeling I was something, worth
Of seeing, hearing, compassion, but I think
Somewhere along the way they changed from light
to dark, so none can see what has become
Of children when they take away plain sight,
Parents, safety, relative comfort of a home.
This darkness complements their naked lies
As numb in mind as toes and fingers cold
I light my last match, quickly count our eyes.....
Sixteen in total, eight children to be sold.
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January 15, 2017
7th place in contest: Travel Light
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Spinning
azure and verdant globe
comforted by
rising sun
from
elipse of life
Moments
drift by as lightyears fly
stars are born
they die
while
super novas explode expatentally
into the blackness of space
Wondrous happenings
in that almost just helium vacuum
one could float for miles
unteathered by gravity
your knowledge
of celestial bodies
would shift your perspective
and place a whole new value
on life
6/22/17
In and out of each town
I just love how all these beats sound
Feet to the ground
Even when I'm feeling overwhelmed, and completly beatdown
Regardless of if I want to sleep now
Or eat chow
I'll still put you six feet deep clowns
Taking you and the so called big cheese out
Before the chance of a rebound
Near and far from driveways throwing away a 'free couch'
We all got our own stories to tell
What the hell
I should've, could've made 2017 XXL
Oh well
I'm not going to dwell
Or hide in any shell
Just going to try to propel
And excel
Lightyears beyond what their trying to sell
Not quite parallel
Or in the same realm
Near and far from any ferns
Turns, curves , berms and curbs
I always yearn to learn
Always realizing their is a point of no return
I still burn some herb
And do my best to earn
While keeping my word
Through whatever occurred
Even if it ended up being a blur
What I recently heard
Was absurd
And almost left me disturbed
Because it sounded like a turd
And did not deserve
To be ever called superb
Coping with these emotions that crash into me like an ocean’s wild will
We are lightyears away from each other and I’m devoted to you still
I am a brook of benevolent, brazen bravery, drifting away into the sun
I am no longer stuck in a doubtful prism, even though you are, hon
After all I’ve been through,
I am lamenting about a lack of liberty in my life, but I’m shining bright
After all I’ve been through,
I got to have a stride of pride in my humility and confidence tonight
After all I’ve been through,
You speak so many words of blessings
You perform gracious miracles too
You speak of wisdom as I spread my wings
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
I will give it the strength I got
To mend you with His encouragement
Can you speak cures in my ears? I want to endure with childlike cheers
Inspiring motivation is hard to reach towards to when I’m feeling anguish honestly…this feeling is hardly godly
It feels like I’m hanging by a single thread, left with smiling dread and fears
Desperation and devastation will disappear and I will be healed completely…eventually…so hold on, my baby
After all I’ve been through,
I am lamenting about a lack of liberty in my life, but I’m shining bright
After all I’ve been through,
I got to have a stride of pride in my humility and confidence tonight
After all I’ve been through,
You speak so many words of blessings
You perform gracious miracles too
You speak of wisdom as I spread my wings
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
I will give it the strength I got
To mend you with His encouragement
After all I’ve been through,
I’m a prisoner of freedom
After all the thoughts of you,
I am longing for the Kingdom
I’m a warrior in heart…not just sometimes…
I’m not a victim…of the tribulant times…
I’ve been through a lot
And that’s an understatement
We have the strength we got
To earn God’s encouragement
The shining light in the morning brings warmth for life,
but sometimes this shining light brings cold to one's life.
This is the story of a guy with pure heart,
and the girl who shall stay away nine lightyears away.
There was this girl sitting on a swing,
Looking at the stars above,
she sang the a pretty song,
With those perfect cords.
Then entered a guy,
With a beautiful little smile,
And changed the girls life,
from sunset to the moonrise.
Then as all the stories goes,
Those funny and sweet talks strikes the shore,
The little stars below thought this would go on,
But the good times comes always with the coldest thing of all,
The girl did not know the worth of the bond.
She thought of someone else,
Someone who she thought who was purer that those sweet talks between them,
That's how the girl left,
Leaving the stars underneath and above.
Later as the days passed,
The girl realised something that shocks,
Realization that what she has now is not that pure,
The pure was the talk between the guy on the swing and her,
thats how She left the world above and below for the guy she loved.
Later when she asked the lights below,
The lights below said the guy left them alone,
She realised that she left her heart here before,
About some years ago,
She thought that was her fault,
But that was their fate.
This their story,
The story of a girl and boy that had to live nine light years away,
Changing fate was hard,
But change of fate could occur through the loop holes.
This story not started in this life ,
But started 7 lives before.
Every life god tried to tear them apart,
But as the saying goes,
Love can do all this if they want.
Even if they were nine lightyears apart,
Something still connected them,
From heart to heart.
This was a guy from alternate universe who waited for her,
Just like he did in the start.
But how this cold night would last that long.
They met again between the stars beneath on the swing,
Singing together the sweet sings.
This story may have turned perfect by the shore,
But remember not all the pure love is the soulmate you were waiting for years.