Best Little Dipper Poems
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
from below
in the muck
reeds
grow tall
there are no lips that will draw music
from these clarinet dwellers
i stand under the brightly lit dusk
nearly motionless
the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot
holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky
the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair
my favourite star shines just a little dimmer
time passes
does so
uninvited
its metronome beat replaces the soundscape
of an otherwise musically crowded air
a hand descends from above
cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver
leaving the twilight mostly blind
i'm getting old
still even my worn out senses
are aware
of the days
aware
of that single golden eye
of its rise
its set
its endless loop
quiet is my flow of sand
stressed beyond reason
my lungs want to burst
my brain explode
my emotions are stretched passed their limit
my chest fills
my chest empties
the choice was
has always been mine
i have not lived the life i was gifted
i'm frozen
i'm hot
like a statue baking in the unforgiving rays of Sol
wide awake in the after dark
with all the usual players
the wolf with his cool stance
dressed in a zoot suit
snapping his beatnik fingers
wooing the maiden night
the lynx with a fluid stride plays
the ground like bongo drums
negotiates the air like brushes on snares
a choir of flyers lend their songs
there is a chasm of nurtured colours
engulfing me in its rich deep tones
having stood here longer then i know
i inhale my time in tiny puffs
i am void of the sanity i once possessed
i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago
it is you know an overrated attribute
time moves with a second hand like a plane propeller
i live every moment as fully as my strength allows
all the living at the river and its surrounding land
add their breath to the natural air of the eventide
i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air
and i
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
September 28 2015
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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
from below
in the muck
reeds
grow tall
there are no lips that will draw music
from these clarinet dwellers
the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot
holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky
a hand descends from above
cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver
leaving the twilight mostly blind
the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair
my favourite star shines just a little dimmer
i'm getting old
time passes
does so
uninvited
quiet is my flow of sand
stressed beyond reason
my emotions are stretched passed their limit
the choice
has always been mine
i have not lived the life i was gifted
wide awake in the after dark
with all the usual players
the wolf with his cool stance
dressed in a zoot suit
snapping his beatnik fingers
wooing the maiden night
the lynx with a fluid stride plays
the ground like bongo drums
negotiates the air like brushes on snares
there is a chasm of nurtured colours
engulfing me in its rich deep tones
having stood here longer then i know
i inhale my time in tiny puffs
i am void of the sanity i once possessed
i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago
i live every moment as fully as my strength allows
all the living at the river and its surrounding land
add their breath to the natural air of the eventide
i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air
and i
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
The thinnest clouds do roll and drift,
As His light does sieve and sift
Left with a trail of silvery haze,
That Man still smiles His fullest phase
'Twas almost daylight He did yield,
As midnight approached upon the field
So caught up was I, a starry-eyed tripper,
That I fell right into the Little Dipper
Here, where stellar kisses come to pass,
Here, where such things could ever amass
One could find love, one could find fear,
One could find another, oh so dear
Under the spell of His lunar tune,
Under the shine of the moon.
I harnessed the moon
On a whim and dare
Silk cord long and thin
Held me without care
I rode through the stars
Upon midnight hour
Betwixt clouds and fog
Drizzled rain shower
Through Capricorn and
Cancer as well
The Big Dipper
It seemed to swell
Acquarius and Gemini too
Uninterrupted
The moon and I flew
The Little Dipper so small
Accepted us
Prevented our fall
The moon and I
Connected as one
Till the Sun rose
Our ride was done
The landmark was given the name
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly,
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee!
The "question Mark" asked next
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky,
and lovestruck eye to eye,
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day
the "semicolon"ial biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night,
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite,
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later,
down a driftwood isle along the same sand
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.
4/19/19
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
Orion’s belt
The little dipper
A bee that buzzes
The wind that whistles
The seven sisters above
Swinging free among the stars
from the big dippers Dubhe,
Ursa Minor to Major,
warmed by the touch of two bears
By: Debra Squyres
For: Hammock of sky in Tananga
Date: 9/5/12
A little science lesson, as I understood my research on this poem:
My thought when I saw this members contest was to stretch a hammock in space, hooking one end to the big dipper and the other to the little dipper. After researching, I found that the two dippers were in Ursa Major and Ursa Minor and their stars were included in the Little Bear and Great Bear constellations. I thought, well space is cold so stretching out between the two bears would keep me warm. lol Hope you enjoy !!
Oh Little Dipper Dipper,
what are you dipping for?
the sweetly vast vanilla seas,
or ginger cookie shores?
Oh little starlit ladle,
what swirls within your cup?
a batch of cotton candy clouds
you gently gathered up?
Or maybe licorice lava, cooled
from swaying in the night.
Or maybe bits of sour sun
and rays of lemon light.
Oh little diamond dipper,
if something tipped your tin,
would sugar flakes begin to fall?
would chocolate rain descend?
If ice cream comets tumbled,
be they pink or white or brown,
I wouldn't wear my boots or coat,
nor would I wear a frown.
'Cause Little Sundae Dipper, dad
and I believe that that's okay--
'cause everything's worth dipping for within our Milky Way!
NIGHT SKY I
night sky
big dipper
little dipper
wet feet
starry eyes
night sky
clear as a bell
shooting star
ding!
night sky
moon
big and orange
zoom in zoom away
night sky
gadzillion stars
midnight express
Monetary values,
Cultural commonwealth,
The deviant's avenue,
A haven for sore bones and poor health,
Chiseled tongues,
Limp limbs,
Brandished to persecute and shun,
The light emanating from within,
Our communal corner,
Tucked away in the dark,
Home to him and her,
A Gothic contrast polarizingly stark,
Subtle whispers,
Communication through quivering lips,
Seeking refuge in the Little Dipper,
Our sanctioned piece of the sky upon where hope drips,
Its silver love into desperate mouths,
Under the searing sun,
The people cry out for release,
Committing themselves to the solace of arson,
Broken, destitute, their skin racked with disease,
We find our shelter,
In the confines of heaven.
Sensing the amazing night sky
Always gets me pondering why.
Each part of our solar system;
Taking stock so I don’t miss them.
Planets such as Venus and Mars
Appear larger than background stars.
With telescope, I more attune
To Jupiter’s many a moon.
I note the absence of moon on Earth;
Its presence yields stargazing dearth.
Sometimes on a very clear night,
I spot a man-made satellite,
Or a comet or shooting star;
In relative terms, not that far.
I, by the zoom telescope brings,
See Saturn and its frozen rings.
Beyond sun, moon, and planets nine,
To take in more wonders, I pine.
To see stars in their locations;
Part of galactic formations.
Constellations—people did try
To find pictures in the night sky.
Like Orion the Hunter’s bow,
Or Southern Cross in latitudes low.
Outer stars of Big Dipper’s bowl,
Merak and Dubhe play a role;
Point to Polaris, the north star,
On Little Dipper’s handle far.
Little Dipper—part of Small Bear;
Great Bear—Big Dipper is a share.
Cassiopeia’s W,
Its five stars are easy to view.
Galaxies made of many stars,
Like the Milky Way, which is ours.
Million-plus galaxies to see,
Andromeda and LMC,
Whirlpool, Tadpole, more it is said,
Like NGC Thirteen Hundred [1300];
Cigar, Pinwheel, Sombrero, too;
More listed in Galaxy Zoo.
Individual stars appear
Though from us many a light-year.
Sirius, with “Dog Star” nickname,
Brightest star in sky is its fame.
Alpha Centauri—three stars tight,
In night sky is the third most bright.
Red supergiant Betelgeuse,
Celestial star version of Zeus?
Other heavenly bodies’ roles,
Include nebula clouds, black holes.
Though white dwarf stars are near their end,
Heat energy they still expend.
Much unknown about universe;
Big Bang’s energy does disperse?
Novas, pulsars, neutron stars, and more;
There’s still a lot left to explore.
For as long as man’s been around,
He has gazed upward from the ground.
To behold that beyond his home,
Pushed by innate desire to roam?
Traveling space for 60 years,
In man’s thoughts, and at times, his fears.
On each clear night, some stop and stare,
To learn more about what’s out there.
Mr. Frost was right.
It felt good that night,
laying on our backs
at the end of the dock
looking at the stars.
It took us forever
to find the little dipper.
It was one of those nights
when time slows down
and nothing else matters
but the moment.
I remember thinking I wasn't sure what was prettier
the million stars that seemed to be shining just for us
or
the way your smile looked in
the moonlight as we talked about nothing.
That nothing
being everything that mattered in that moment.
When we got home we danced around the house to "Brown Eyed Girl" and tripped over the coffee table in a crash of laughter.
Sometimes in those moments between sleep and consciousness I can still feel your body against mine.
Sometimes I wish you were here.
Then I remember you were just one girl among a handful I thought I loved
and that in the end
it was just an illusion
like a magic trick you desperately want to believe is real
but you can't
because no matter how well you hide or how many times you dance sweetly around a living room at midnight life eventually finds you
and leaves you
with the cold hard facts.
In this way
like a flower in the spring
love blossoms and
withers away.
It's seed carried away on a cool breeze of a summer day
to land on fertile ground elsewhere. Then after lying dormant
for a time
it sprouts,
grows,
blooms
and withers away again
because after all
nothing gold can stay.
The little star
That shines alongside the Big Dipper
The one that gets unnoticed
And never seems to want to wink
Is like the big star
That shines alongside the Little Dipper
It gets overlooked
When the Little Dipper starts to blink
Could all it take is
A single person to
Realize a twinkling star
Over the Milky Way, near the
Little Dipper or Orion's
Belt to become
Recognized by some
Others who gaze in a
World and sky
Near my own? Thanks for looking.