Best Nebular Poems


Surfing In the Void

Are you muse listening?

Can you hear
the Cosmic mechanics
quantum singing?

The nebular orchestral oscillations
are photon vibrating

Waves upon waves
of pure starlight expanding harmoniously

Music of the Spheres
ring Galactic in my ears

As I silver surf in the Void,
seeking the golden 
event horizon
of Infinity

The Fountain of life force source
of endless
Transcendent energy

Time traveling on
waves upon waves 
after 		after
	waves                 waves
of solar winds
Speed of Thought blowing

Can you feel
the dimensional Continuum flow
ever pulsar rising?

As more prism portals of rumination
keep firmament opening

Wormholes of gravitational creativity,
through which I rainbow fall ... 
Taking the terrestrial dive
into planetary depths

A murky glow state  
of an astral emptiness fate

I stargaze await,
in my dry suit 
of beta wave vulnerability
Being inertia lulled 
to the sleep of entropy

Waiting to muse hear
the soul elevating, 
Supernova symphonic sound — 

Sub-atomic transformation trilling,
Revival currents ... 
sending me Celestial bound

I stand, once again, upon 
my kismet faithful Ascension board:
The cerebral silver movement,
that never precious elements hoard

Basking in the shimmering teleport,
which will send me
to the Universe timeless origin — 

The Paradise realm
of Eternal Bliss Permutations

Ever surf gliding 
on waves upon waves upon waves
of waves and waves and waves
of Love Never Ending

Cosmic Fireworks


Spiritual illumination,
celestial  luminosity
has a halo glow

The reflected magnitude of infinity
is prism immeasurable

Prayer tears
spark cosmic fireworks

The speed of salvation
is faster than light

Multi-galactic mercy
is pure godly
The nebular volume of forgiveness
has an ever-expanding
portal entry

Unwavering faith
moves with supernova oscillation — 
An angelic
gravitational destiny

Invisible light
shines farthest star brightly
in every new birth heart

Spreading universal loving warmth
to the nearest terrestrial soul, 
fated to firmament believe

Solar seeds breathing 
burial lowly
Will sunburst radiantly
with resurrection brilliance unending 

Blessed be
the burning stellar bushes
of eternity


This poem was inspired by the talented poet, Phil Capitano's 
transcendent poem, "I Am" 
from his marvelous poetry book, "Roses on the Moon"

Drifting Through the Stars

Looking at the Milky Way, I know I am far, 
far from the high way, I left and you are.
I, for once should have known, the ride and the drift,
cause by what you have shown, be no voyage so swift.

Now that I could touch the dazzling stars you gaze,
should I paint a nebular without the scars of your face?
With a stargazer shining through your hair,
that waves across the universe blown by air.

My senses frozen, my soul feather light,
I feel slow motion, swimming in aurora at night.
Gently thinking, how shall I do it right
to rise knowing, I am your white knight.

When all the black holes vanish or die,
should I unfreeze my senses and fly,
to earth you never said me goodbye,
and show you what I painted in the sky.


Seraphical Stellar Symphonies

A billion blazing Suns that shine for me,
One heart beats within their symphony…
My eyes expand to the morning glimmer,
For sorrows fade a decrescending dimmer…

Splendour is their shine of Eternal Elysium,
Fulgor fusion fires of hydrogen into helium…
Luminosity lusters of a beacon brilliant birth,
Scintillating sunbeams surfacing on the Earth…

Nucleosynthesis nears the atmospheric aurora,
Photosynthesis prances with the frolicking flora…
Gravitational graves within the blink of an eye,
Stellar Suns are reborn as they surely die…

I’m sunbathing nude as the soft sands seduce,
I wait the nebular night as the Stars transduce.




March.15.2020
A Star's Heartbeat 
Sponsored by: 
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Death of a Star

It seemed so long ago, my star was born
Pure white brilliance, blinding and warm
A beauty unrivaled by queens and kings
Even more fair than Saturn's rings

Pulled into orbit against my will
I was shaken and given more than my fill
There I was plucked from my Pleiades
Lightened and darkened and brought to my knees

So when did it all go so wrong
The starting of a mighty collision
Who silenced the sonorous song
And first foresaw this asteroidal vision

Was it Sagittarius's sharp arrow
Or Electra, my own sister star
Do I dare pick up the nebular bow
And battle this fearsome quasar

The galaxies began at once to collide 
Gravitationally turned with nowhere to hide
My clear, radiant star fought at my right arm
Struggled and warred to inflict lasting harm

But the loathsome rival was too strong
The fray too immense, too harsh and too long
Luminosity of my star was brighter than the sun
And then came the explosion, the evil deed was done

It seemed so long ago, my star was born
Pure white brilliance, blinding and warm
A beauty unrivaled by queens and kings
Even more fair than Saturn's rings

Now I'm iced over, my flame turned blue
I'm moved aside and left in the view
Swallowed and shadowed, mourning my star's dark death
Left in its place, a black hole loved nonetheless.

Ask the Moon

ask the moon

two approaches
two dead ends.
love doesn't die it just slips into your
back pocket
shifting uneasily
like detached spiders legs
you must remind it
that there's no where left to
run.
bodyless memory
entity unto itself.

towards and away
connected at their ends
by the circumference
of doubt.
each movement the derivative
of mute-faceted equations
that click away
between want and
denial.
you approach the subject
of love
with drama and a 
top hat
twirling on a cane
with a razor edge.

slicing into
and stretching up
stopping up flows
that quench the need for
chronic seepage.
love has answered none of the
questions
least of all
are you able to love?
or can love exist
in the spaces you have left it?

at first love looms
like the steps of a library
littered with strange words
as you peer through the knees of
understanding
time alters the grandeur of
romance
revealing it as mere discovery.
then the first house
the patch of green
and the settlement grows
a cancer
or a mass of promises-
either way it seems incorrect.

and so the long
goodbye
a deja vu of ripped ligaments
and voided wombs
love remains transient
a boarder in the back of your
mind
an impossible achievement 
incomprehensible as
immortality
while love,
the primeval
cytoplasm,
alters its shape
in order to survive.

are we left with
nebular inconsistency
or with
love?
ask the moon 
it will reply
"rocks"
ask the universe
and it will remain 
silent.

Joseph A Adler  copyright 1975


Premium Member The Raindrop

A nihilist sees the tree and 
questions why a single leaf fears the wind.  

If the tree exists at all.
An invisible speck of mathematical matter 

tucked away in a nebular equation.  
If the equation exists at all.

He stands alone on a sunny day
beneath a cloudless sky and waits.  

Nearby, a family celebrates 
their ability to multiply.  

A child’s birthday party.  
Just one of many for one of the many.

God willing.

The father smears mustard on a hamburger bun.
His daughter objects to the sesame seeds.

She picks a single seed 
from the soft bread and positions 

it beneath the blue nail of her middle finger,
presses the top of that nail 

to the bottom of her thumb,
then sends the seed soaring to Kingdom come.

The nihilist refuses to see the seed.
How it glides through air defying gravity.

How it waits for an opportunity to strike 
like a military drone

(all systems green)
looking down on the park

ready to blow that fearful leaf away.
In the name of self-preservation.


11/22/2018

Love Yet Unknown

An infant's cry has an Elysian ring,
endearing the late-night hour.
A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound, 

impinges a young mother's weary body.
Joyously awakened, she follows her heart,
as a newborn angel softly calls.
 
Rest will evade for a short while
as motherly instincts prevail;
endearing the late-night hour.

Tender emotions overwhelm her soul
as dream-like powers drift over,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Angelic bells heard in air, abound.
Time is of no essence,
as motherly instincts prevail.

Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet,
contentment, despite weariness,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Life now holds a most sacred trust,
a miracle of wonderment.
Time is of no essence.

Her total being, now complete,
dreamlike trends never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role,
futurity holds only hopefulness &
a miracle of wonderment.

Nebular images, as far as she can see,
in tune with her dreams, now reality.
A newborn angel softly calls.

Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees.
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring.
Futurity holds only hopefulness, &
a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound.

Drifting, in her thoughts,
tones of amazement, never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Window

Crossroads talk like trees
Staring at the street
Backboned sights
Unable to dance around
Yet instead prefer to sink
In the inverted rock pit

Gutless planets building
The most fearful liquid
Nebular night
Flowing cracks
Drowned in beauty and salt
Diamonds with no pride

Pale language
Produces greenish blush
Fingertips crash and grow
Labyrinths of submarine talk
Paper stone steps
Keep flying straight
Fastest way to get lost

Highway notes
Portals keep them cold
Trigger every verse
Beyond and beyond
Until every cloud falls
Snails shall grow and evolve

Oh, sorry about that
Took the sharpened road
Flat spikes release coral spores
Psychedelic magma floods
Should avoid looking up…

Co-Efficient Expansion


Let me break it down,
ghetto-wise ...
from a penny to a dollar

Intellectual property
is owned by a cosmic entity,
known as God
A heavenly voice from above
has infinity echoed:
Trust not in clay sod

Don’t trespass 
the Sol     tertiary boundary
This immutable rule
is so blood simple ... 
Blue-green rock elementary

From a peso to a yen,
averse to change is gospel foreign
Embrace mental exchange ...
This is so neural net elemental — 
co-efficient expansion
is your medulla oblongata obligation

It’s time to examine
your Adam-to-Eve aorta spatial relation
Is the gaseous phase
getting asteroid   nebular clear,
or is the galactic haze
expanding your molecular fear?

Don’t let the black hole gutter
be your permanent entropy atmosphere
Devil is in the details,
seems your kinetic effort is in arrears

Co-efficient expansion never takes less,
it don’t do vow contraction
A love quantum algorithm ... 
leap of faith
is always a variable decision

Did the upgrade message get thru
the void background noise?
Has the stupid gravity of dark matter 
anti-unity been squashed
on the ghetto asphalt?

From a yuan to a pence,
what amount of exponential growth
has your 
understanding underwent?

Have the spiritual error compounds
been sufficiently H2O, 
tear baptismal broken down?

Fall Into the Void

 

Last time thoughts of boosted hope
came toppling down from the launch pad
of inert indecisions 
Malfunction of a dilithium crystal heart ... 
another failed relationship
doomed to never takeoff from the start
Second stage of salvage effort
were just discarded arguments and disappointments
Time and energy wasted ... 
hope falling into the void
Happy memory debris floating in the cosmic ether
Empty personal space
always receive the emotional garbage
that we leave
Rocket hope fueled by catalyst sparks of desire,
only went as far
as the upper room chamber 
of suspended animation rest
Anything outside the boundaries
of nocturnal erogenous awakenings
became fatal Apollo dreams
Dying in the void
with burnt cherubim wings
Broken promises made it impossible
to elevate an imperfect union
Failed distant reconciliation rescue attempts
came crash landing into the lonely empty
Our love starship
fell into the void
Pleading cries fall silent
into the void
Metallic teardrops, 
from a final hull body and soul effort,
fall into the void
Never making any null noise
Never making any sense of the reasons given
for the rejection of FTL love 
A Faster Than Light journey
into the vast nebular firmament mystery above 
Your failed reactor fear of not wanting to experience
the quantum outer limit Nth dimensions thereof

Premium Member Sun Shinny Radiance

Spiritual transformation can be a realization; through
meditation it may be an ongoing manifestation. 

We have unmeasurable potential to live as a sun 
shinny radiance.  To mindfully focus on our indwelling 
soul rays peels away internal false layers that keep us 
from essentially, truthfully and mindfully, being there. 

From moment one, each infant is conditioned further 
away from their innate wisdom.  Born as love made of 
love by and from the one source of all love, we are 
diminished once earth cast from above.  

We are infinite freedom and light.  We all hold the 
insight to know boundless glows.  Silencing mind thinks 
allows the soul to re-administer sun blinks to all who truly 
desire being illuminated so. Centered in inactivity to 
faithfully rely only on diminished life noise, holds more 
spiritual "I am" compliance than any earth moment spent.  

Through true surrender of earth themes, ideally no one's 
heart will earth reside as a regular nebular, but all as a 
unique sunbeam.

Ballad of Two Flowers

Alien device finds its way to Earth
On earth there is time of rebirth
Young boy picks up alien stone
Suddenly he feels like he is not alone

What he sees before is great castle with a tower
But it was not build by alien power
He recognizes it as castle from Earth’s past
To know its story he feels he must

He sees in a castle girl gives a knight a rose
Seeing that for them to be together knight will propose
But knight first must go to fight on a battlefield
He picks up a saber and a shield

The battle is fierce as fire consumes the sky
On this field many brave warriors will die
Knight trough enemy ranks his lance runs through
At once he kills more than a few

Lance breaks but estoc he will weald
But he lost his shield
 With estoc he wields saber weapon of last resort
He can do hits from arm and wrist with this sword

He is a great warrior but he can’t’ protect his back
And a musket shot gets him in the back
If it was arrow armor would protect him from that dart
But musket hit him right under left scapula right in the heart

After seeing this story boy tells his mother
She tells boy’s father
When mother gives the boy goodnight kiss
She sees how upset he is

But boys’ father is working on kind of a flower of his own
Mesmerizingly beautiful flower of nebular dust that in space will be thrown
It is a probe shaped like a flower with laser light and vortexes in their full majesty
And its mission is to change control and go beyond destiny

Boys’ father puts right coordinates in
And battle goes differently after it would begin
The knight survives and in late hour
Returns to his love with the rose flower

They get married and are happy ever after
It is the fairytale ending that we are after
With power beyond continuity counterbalance or any shift in destiny
The probe aiming to go beyond destiny 

Gives opportunity
To get more than infinitely
Close to being free
And that is great destiny

Here Lies Eleanor

She is one of many, dear Eleanor secluded 
in her secular sepulcher,
One of the lonely plenty, a regular within the 
   anonymous atoms nebular…

Dreamed of rice, at her wedding 
with her sorrows spreading,
She paid the price, with tears shedding
   and one pillow bedding…

Of her loneliness, the nights in waiting 
never participating,
Perhaps erroneous, her heart pulsating 
   and will abating…

All her lonely people, avoiding the sun 
hurting no one,
Brings them to the steeple, with prayers none
   trying to outrun...

Father McKenzie, could not help Eleanor 
a social predator,
In his frenzy, using sermons as to metaphor 
   a false presenter.

Rest in peace Eleanor Rigby...





Aug.07.2019
Eleanor Rigby Who was she 
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis



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Jake Shimabukuro 
Eleanor Rigby 
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With a female virtual voice

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Resistance Is Futile

We are the Borg
We are cybernetic organisms supreme
Our domain extends
from the Omuro Valley of stars
to the Zekar great nebular isle
We destroyed our homeworld smelting pot ---
so that all would know,
resistance is futile

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