Best Nova Poems

Nova

Mountain sunshine, take my hand;
 Wrap your warmth around my shoulders;
Slip your arm within my arm;
 Dance in my eyes as on sparkling waters;
Warm my heart to grow as columbine.

Mountain moon, weave me a gown;
 Cast in my spirit a summer night serene;
Braid my hair...

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Now I’m ninety solar masses and I grow as I accrete
all the inter-stellar gasses near my neighbors when we meet.
My doctor says I’ve grown too fat too fast, “… it’s unsustainable!”
But I’ve big plans for a big blast that I know is attainable:

I’ll do the...

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There is a catchy tune recorded during an earlier day.
This recording was made by the talented Eydie Gorme.
Yes, she was the same one who was Steve Lawrence’s wife.
The song turned out to be the biggest hit of her life.
On a popular dance she wanted...

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Consumption, please eat me
Before I explode
And vanish completely
I'd rather erode


Kill the craving
That's killing me so
Dying to sort
The disorder inside


Bag of entropy
Sack of skin
Outside empty
Chaos in


Particles scatter
Collapsing to fast
Mind over matter
Critical mass...

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Between a sky of pale blue, streaked with white, 
and a glassy sea of royal blue, 
there lies a land of  lavender  rock,
where wind blown grasses grow in briny 
patches around weather beaten houses
brushed  in  pastel shades of yellow, pink, 
and...

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B eneath the cloudline shines one star that greets
R adiant flames with a murmured drawl,
E ager to shimmer on, yet dusk time fleets
A s winds peal their ballad to enthrall…
T ill glints the orchid like a jewel
H eavenly in the amber of light,
T eetering near...

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"Species Nova" 

A letter from Horace
today, I read, 
he sends his ample
split dichotomy 

he’s a writer with 
novel ambitions 
to shake the world 
of reality up a little

make his mark 
he will be read 
poets are extraordinary
creatures, when extracting

charms and chimaeras 
out from their heads
but...

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				Lux Nova
			(after Notre Dame)

The light at Suger's
	 St. Denis
precursor for mighty Notre Dame
Paints both floors in color.
Transliterated from the glass of guilds
	Tracery and mullions 
Adumbrate
A story in late winter's light
Perhaps enough, barely enough
	Enough of an outline...

Still, colors bleed
Onto freshly scrubbed floors and
Sing in their own...

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FAREWELL   TO    NOVA    SCOTIA


A net of cables stretching overhead  in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat slips under Angus McDonald bridge out into the Atlantic greys,
Leaving forever the blues and yellows of the clapboard houses and...

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Now listen, 
you called me a Souper nova missing the pun, 
being clever with words ain’t for everyone, 
you comment mindless and tough
I laugh cus you're a spineless pup
 
do you ever think.. umm..
no you don’t think, too dumb,
see what I did, stupid one, 
those...

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Super Nova – Haiku

cosmic void opened
super nova explosion  
bathed in light, reaching...

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(The supernova observed from
Earth in 1572 was a major event
in human thought, because if
stars could explode, then they
couldn't be eternal lamps,
hung out by God.)

The cold stars glimmered 
where they hung 
in their accustomed places 
on the underside of heaven. 

The imperceptible gavotte 
proceeded up aloft:...

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The phenomenon, as it manifests itself over the course of a journey.
It turned me into an Orion in the form of rudimentary 
When life’s trying to surpass me,
I suffice against suffrage and then I see
 
I strive for change, living in the Trans Lunar.
My body...

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A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE 
                    TO EAST COASTERS!  (CANADA)

A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred twenty counted souls, and me.

The older children play, running in sun washed petticoats,
hair pulled back in pigtails & ribbons, an...

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