Best Nebular Poems
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
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"
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.
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:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 4'th...Thank You
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
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
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
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.
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…
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?
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
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.
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
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
Background music by
Jake Shimabukuro
Eleanor Rigby
(HiSessions.com Acoustic Live!)
With a female virtual voice
N/A for contest
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