Best Perigee Poems
another primaveral day dawning upon me
as i linger stir-crazy in the moments unfolding
in apoplectic thoughts within my mind
while watching the carelessness of others
my moue tightly tucked beneath my mask
hides my silent screams for more distance
famished it seems the world has become
beneath the burden of these bare shelves
one could feel starved of more than food
as they buckle to their knees in prayer
feeling like children to a lesser God
in this turbulence that has consumed us
we grasp the need to feel a closeness
a perigee to a fullness to fulfill the emptiness
yet we feel nothing as this greater distance remains
all we have is the hypermnesia of past moments
breaking through the darkness of mind
as we close our eyes just to see a glimmer of light
in hopes that tomorrow breaks these chains
that weigh us down in heart and mind alike
April 7, 2020
Lunar
Full Moon closest to Fall is termed ‘Harvest Moon’
That’s the seasonal time to harvest
Next Full Moon the ‘Hunter’s Moon’ comes very soon
To go for hunting is the best.
In respective orbital path
On certain Full Moon night
Sun-Moon in-between Earth
Come in a line, just right.
Sun-Moon-Earth paired together
When come in perfect alignment
Lunar Eclipse will occur
Technical term ‘SYZGY’ has been set.
Under thinner-most shadow of Earth if Moon slips
Eclipse is known to be Pen-Umbral
If partially shadowed, it’s Partial Eclipse
Fully shadowed Eclipse is called Total.
Total Lunar Eclipse, now being called ‘Blood Moon’
As the eclipsed moon is not dull or dark losing glamor
But exhibits rusty red-hue glow looking boon
Sun-spectrum through atmosphere display reddish color
If the Harvest Moon shows Blood Moon at perigee
The closest position of Moon to Earth
One tenth larger and thirty percent brighter to see
Spectacular ‘Super Moon’ most worth.
If consecutive four ‘Blood Moon’ appeared
Rare occasions of lunar performance
The event is known as ‘Lunar Tetrad’
In between eclipse to come has no chance.
Watching ‘Super Moon’ I felt lucky
Then, have I gone lunatic?
Enjoying marvelous cosmos beauty?
No, I am just romantic.
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Skies align
moon, sun, and earth
below
eternity.
Come, calls joyous night,
rise from dreams.
(Oh, I
wish I were
weightless!)
In silver,
I am found
as heaven parts clouds,
and a perigee moon
p u l l s
me closer to dance.
Written 6/3/20
for Edward Ibeh's Yalto Poetry Contest 2
Title - Syzygy
THE SUPERMOON AND THE SEA
The crimson sun goes down slowly cold and wet
At the gripping edge of the sea in the speckled sky
The swelling waves carry overturned palette on crest
The cloud layers blush in colors, in moist air they fly.
The sky soon turns in gloom a void in shades of grey
From where permeate the gleams of the falling dusk
Disappear in the horizon making for the night the way
To creep after the twilight with elements of the dark.
On one such night in the winter standing by the sea
I see the perigee moon appear low in all its grandeur
The sparkling stars spread silver dust falling free on me
The waves churn the supermoon streaks on breakers.
The distant glimmer of the azure water deeply serene
Enters my charmed mind, takes it to sea bottom still
Drenched blue in moonshine I soak the bliss within
The soothing touch of the divine orb I instantly feel.
January 4, 2018.
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free
Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity
My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity
Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains
Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain
My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins
Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain
Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot
Along each dimensionality of the whole universe
So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot
That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse
Far and wide anacampserote describes
Far and wide rosy tides arise
From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies
From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes
Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith
Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth
Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped
Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.
Boasting in perigee, this moon we seek to capture
Making love to lunar light
Basking in its generous rapture
Reach to touch a full moon so bright
Bestowing rare shadows to the night
Artistic endeavors inspired
By a celestial rarity
Brightest of orbs admired
In each rural locale or city
Before its fickle glow fades without pity
Moon's Perigee Affection
Under the moon of love
obscured by wisps of iridescence shroud
you will be my love tonight I think of
Illumination change as they move across lit above
Moon’s Perigee endowed and proud
among the shadows of flowers
they flicker and scatter
as it approaches the horizon crowned
along the seashores
Mysterious magical midnight blue
view Magellanic cloud woo
Pass through embodied
quiet of the night cool caressing breeze
trees bend to their knees to appease
to seek its dazzling perfection
Moon’s Perigee affection
11/14/2016
lonely as a dried up hero
legend only to the past,
as a world moved on
from foolish children’s faith,
energy of generations
arrives at perigee,
blown out like flatulence
snuck into polite conversations,
snide groupthink on
a notion of good sport
and fair play,
while eyes and hands
itch to turn main street
into charnel houses,
the foolish ones
barking dulcet tunes
get frog marched to the wall,
can it even be,
anymore with visions dead,
above in a hawk eye
clear cold wind and azure sky,
high over every thing, everything
the squabble, the blood
the raging teeth,
godless empires and ideal,
the line of never ending human hearts
blazed away,
flaring like desert sun,
burning,
shining like moon rockets
over the sea of tears below,
the very world gives off a sickbed air,
damned
damn
damn
the creator for demanding
to know ourselves
before we know forgiveness,
of chemicals,
of realpolitik,
of biocentric theorem,
a life,
like this republic,
if we can keep it...
gott mit uns.
On Saturnian nights I rise;
homing in on apogee and perigee,
my soul rises.
Free-floating energy mingles,
with crackling static;
my body feels nothing and I feel no body.
Crystalline ice in hydrogen milk,
can float my soul forever;
safe in its womb, am I.
A celestial merry-go-round;
Saturnian rings spin Saturnian dreams;
they lull me to sleep.
On Saturnian nights;
etheric body in flight greets many souls;
who’ve gone before.
A classroom of grace, it is;
a spiritual recharging station;
Saturnian nights invigorate all of my senses.
A soul in flight on a Saturnian night;
hears symphonic lessons,
in staccato verbiage.
I awaken from Saturnian dreams;
a new spirit in an old body;
with wider zest for life.
The Saturnian centrifuge,
brings much clarity.
Your face above the aspen grove
Draws closer still, in evening skies
In shadowed pall, your silver trove
Now blushing as the oceans rise
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.
God’s favorite game,
knuckle busters are smacking planets,
right and left and the debris reforms…
new…marbles…pee-wee dust.
Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate smacks!
The “Big Bang” was…
God taking his first shot.
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
God makes no distinction between his children,
as we humans prefer to believe.
It’s been said that, “reality is an illusion”;
perhaps we are only marbles in the game;
like our sibling planets.
Lost in a spinning swirl of colors;
we roll blindly through life.
Puries and steelies;
clacking out cosmic crescendos.
God knuckles down and shoots;
bluesy-Earth smacks a trilite,
Mars and chips a new crater.
Another steely sends alley Jupiter,
smacking into its own moon and a whirling
Io slams grasshopper Neptune from behind.
In parallel universes, we meet ourselves;
repeating mistakes, we never win;
a hazard of being…lesser gods.
God’s game is multi-universal
and human perception,
terribly finite.
The great hand, histing;
fires…Earth gets another tour of the Milky Way.
As heavenly body-clacks resound;
all heavenly beings sustain injuries,
that will change them.
No one stays the same.
Perigee to apogee;
Earth centers herself for the next attack.
Orion and his daughters laugh and applaud,
as the last shots, miss them.
While the gibbous cheeks of dragon Sun;
Spit fire-flares in self defense.
Singed Saturn loses another precious ring.
It doesn’t matter in this game of marbles;
God plays and wins, every time;
then collects us all,
for another game.
undressing intrigue
three pale bodies ebb and flow
cascading moonlight
Am I seeing the moon for the first time tonight? The universe stretches out beyond my fragile soul. I will go inside myself, this perigee moon illuminates me. I dredge the murky residue of failures, I’m searching for the cause, I think I am responsible. Why can’t I cry anymore?
Life is not theatre. My soul is my salvation, and yet I have thrown it away, I am lazy. Look up at the sky, see the vast perfection of the cosmos, I belong to the cosmos. It’s so simple, and obvious. The moon is full of truth and love, unconditional. As a man, I am poor, almost bankrupt.
Not only have I betrayed myself, but also those I love. My love has no power, no conviction. Are there forces of evil in the cosmos that I have fallen into, or have I traveled there of my own free will? My own free will, yes I think I have done this to myself. Excuses and justifications, what good are they if I cannot cry?
I am secular in my faith, why don’t I believe? The lack of values doesn’t lead to freedom, but corruption. It’s so easy to justify a point of view, to betray your heart. And pride also gets in the way, it’s easier to deceive yourself. But the cosmos doesn’t lie, the moon is full of truth, absolute perfection. To look at the moon is to look into your soul.
Forgiveness, yes there is still hope. The moon and the stars exist eternally. They are patient. I can breath a sigh of relief because I am sure I will cry again. But I must change, stop resisting, humble myself, and be grateful. The moon will guide me, I trust the moon.
Now I shall sleep, knowing the moon will shine through the night. When I wake, I shall read these words, this is my prayer. I will put one foot forward, and then the next. I will begin my real journey, I will listen to my heart. I will give more than I take, I will be faithful. I will cry a river of tears and I will love.
When tangled hope yields to the sadness,
That sweeps like madness in a perigee tide
My soul silently abandons redress
Steady sun sings struggles of my weakness
Its rays chide that the light cannot abide
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
Thick sorrow of humanity manifests
Releasing its turmoil within drawn sighs
My soul silently abandons redress
Comfort comes through forgetfulness, unless
The gnawing fear refuses to subside
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
Because the darkness remains unaddressed
I am forced daily to cry and abide,
My soul silently abandons redress
Yet I cannot contain the emptiness
And only God knows how hard I’ve tried
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
My soul silently abandons redress