Best Pulsar Poems
G O L D E N
flower
of the solar throne
your far-away fire reigns immortal -
blossom wild beauty of chrysanthemum skies
hold me in the unfolding glory of your well-wishing petals
as Indian summer’s rays ravish and relax the chill
tender is the topaz passion
in the sunset of your satisfied season
and seductive is the ripened ember
in the harvest of your lingering light
S O L
to soul -
suffuse my surrender with pulsar persuasion
your ambient nectar
embolden me the honey of your citrine haze -
a fortune my ruby honeycomb to save and savor..
anemone ambrosia for my essence to sip
when the amber blush of November’s kindled kiss
turns ashen
on Winter’s cold grey lips
Susan Ashley
November 9, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: N/A Re-Run
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
pulsar, autumn, flower, imagery, light,
Form:
Free verse
When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
Categories:
pulsar, fantasy, space, old, star,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
"All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there." Rumi
In search of my beloved,
my supernova soul was born,
floating among gardens of glistening galaxies,
adoring heavenly hues of sapphire,
amethyst and emerald constellations,
where efflorescence butterflies,
fluttered among elysian scents.
Yet I still yearned for her forbidden fragrance.
Cultivating the art of transcendental romance,
euphoric emotions wrote an amaranthine aubade,
hoping the universe would hear my call,
as my love is a timeless lunar lullaby,
lingering like a flute echoing moonstone melodies,
where passion travels with each
nocturnal note composing a cosmic chorus,
ordained from an orchestra of galactic halos.
At twilight, in a playground of primrose promises,
millions of pulsar pearls appeared.
Silent and still, sentimental stars shimmering,
listening to the desires of my heart,
but at dawn they were always forgotten.
In my hallucination of loneliness,
fatigued from evanescent entities,
I awaited to hear her halcyon harmony,
until echoes vibrated from the moon,
so I became a slave to moonlight -
but it too, abandoned me at daylight.
Must I forever be the victim of selfish sunrise?
Upon the elegance of an ethereal eternal eclipse.
the last star wept sacred stardust on autumn leaves,
which glowed as they withered from scarlet to saffron.
In Nebula's November cull of death,
I fell like a comet in a meteor shower,
betrayed, falling into a quasar black hole -
lost forever.
Without interstellar lyrics,
I no longer illuminate,
maybe some light is too bright.
But, I know there is a rustic rose,
blossoming upon vintage shores,
so, every night I look up to the sky,
wondering where you are?
In these realms, within which I roam,
I watch each star suffocate
from the suppression of affection.
Seems no spectral spirit is selfless enough
to ignite this symphony of silence.
Maybe I was born a cosmic Casanova.
Maybe I'm just an intergalactic Romeo.
Categories:
pulsar, absence, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Before the stars were created,
there pulsar shined an infinity Light
in the primordial void
It shone soul supernova bright,
before the world ever was
Before this blue marble of green was made,
there moon glowed a celestial Son
Whose solar mercy was salvation poised
A Halo silhouette cast in the Genesis shade,
did cover every future confession
Blotting out sin-colored, Big Bang noise
The crimson wave blight
was preemptively cast out of sight
Before any blue wail was
In the evolutionary dawn of creation,
(that stellar parade of firmament praise)
Invisible parental eyes witnessed
the mirror image Light of perfection
No shadow of doubt existed
before the world was
Paradise tears were Eden formed
Adam and Eve naked fears
wouldn’t be the sunlit tilted norm
Maize inner darkness
(that bier hole in the bosom pale)
could have no purchase hiding place
to fallow tomb harvest
Only husbandry shining echoes were
cosmic background heard
Resurrection radiant words,
heavenly rooted in the revival future
Where bleating sounds now
graze Holy words undisturbed,
in luminance superb
After the old world was
candle light snub scrolled away
11-22-20
Categories:
pulsar, allegory, religious, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I searched earth and my love was
nowhere to be found.
Now I travel to distant galaxies searching
for my love in space
where it's cold and there's no sound.
Where could she be?
Is she in an alternate universe. One that's
parallel to mine?
Do I have to travel through a wormhole? Is
she in another
place in time? I asked the stars where can
I find her and
none of them could tell me. I asked an
alien sun but he gave
no answer. His bright unusual light only
making it hard for me to
see. I asked every neutron star and every
pulsar. Every nebula
cloud I've come across. I even asked a
supernova where she
could be. But his answers turned out to be
false. None of the
constellation of stars seem to know where
my baby is. Orion
doesn't know. Gemini doesn't know.
Neither Andromeda or
Sirius. I'm in interstellar despair, travelling
through the deepness
of space. Going from one universe to the
next and hoping that one
day I'll see my baby's face. I don't know
how many light years I'll
have to travel. Or how many cosmic doors
I'll have to knock on. All
I know is that the desire to search for my
love beyond the stars will
never be far from gone....
Categories:
pulsar, desire, future, i love
Form:
Romanticism
Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
Little did I understand then
I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved
The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
From your purple front door
To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
________________________________________________
March 9, 2016
Categories:
pulsar, beauty, bereavement, bird, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
pulsar, adventure, future, imagery, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Spirit Rider
So comes there spirit rider
On his comet past the moon
does he have a new sweet bride there
will he find her really soon
passions heat in spirit flows
not to be denied there
the searching on it always goes
until he sits beside her
a distant spark it pulses
and indeed it draws upon
at speed of light the rider
and the pulsar says come on
will he find her the rider
will he see her shining face
will he finally sit beside her
cos he’s in the outer space
but then the gap it closes
and they each embrace
smell of love the roses
and it all falls into place
Don Johnson
5am 19th april 11
Categories:
pulsar, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
ZAP
POW
Intrinsic
Inside news beyond
Hopes dashed
No pieces left
For times elbow
Holds no crutch
Singularity
ZIP
BAM
Congruent
Feelings enmeshed
Scrounged within
The numbness subsides
Leaving delight
Past the darkest night
Pulsar
WACK
TING
Livid
Singed to the bone
Being lost
Without deaths glow
But hope rings in
Triumphant score
Dynamic
WHAM
BANG
Persevere
Life beyond emptiness
Lures in mindful eyes
Sipping from the eternal cup
Homing into happiness
Leaving pain behind
Enlightened
YING
TAP TAP TAP…
Russell Sivey
Categories:
pulsar, happiness, hope, life, lost,
Form:
Free verse
An afterlife awaits a star
on having bid its au revoir
in supernova’s days of yore,
with remnant of collapsing core
impressionistic as Renoir.
The cosmos leaves the door ajar
for astral evolution far
with pulsar winds wherefrom outpour
an afterlife.
In vast sidereal memoir,
through brilliant stellar repertoire,
midst universe’s evermore
with skies our astro-eyes explore,
from starry stuff we humans are
an afterlife.
~ Harley White
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“We are made of stellar ash. Our origin and evolution have been tied to distant cosmic events. The exploration of the cosmos is a voyage of self-discovery.”
~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos
The poem is a rondeau ~ a short poem of fixed form, consisting of 13 lines (plus the phrase twice) on two rhymes and having the opening words or phrase used in two places as an unrhymed refrain.
Inspiration for poem from article and image ~ G292.0+1.8: Stellar Forensics with Striking Image from Chandra
Explanation from Chandra ~ This supernova remnant shows us just how complex a star’s afterlife can be! About 20,000 light years from Earth, G292.0+1.8 contains a pulsar left behind after the death of a massive star, as well as other features that give scientists insight into supernova remnant evolution.
Categories:
pulsar, art, creation, death, life,
Form:
Rondeau
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
pulsar, beauty, dream, romantic,
Form:
Taken a light cosmic journey in a
hyper-luminous light vehicle.
I view space grandioso of "light bulb,"
blue big blazing bedazzling beacon;
a brilliant bright behemoth blistering.
Warp to a Pulsar star:
I view its pulsing light;
projecting prominently, its
pinpoint precision is like an atomic clock timing
Light-speed to:
Magnetars: mighty magnetic magnets.
Neutron stars, neutralizing objects.
Quasars, with their active-galactic beams
beaming like a gama-ray space spot-light laser.
I sling past Black-Holes that warps space-time:
they bending back all light matter,
behind their total black darkness horizon capture.
I continue warp-speed throughout space with
the use of fusion and some anti-matter.
I, a frontier intergalactic astronomical time and space traveler.
Homebound now; this of sometime in the far future.
Categories:
pulsar, stars, universe,
Form:
Imagism
pulsar pulsating
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quasars kinetic
a billion mass dark hole belch
gamma-ray spawned
nebulae vast clouds
tarantula orion
stars hidden
super star massive
super stellar explosion
nova temp star seen
interstellar stars
interpolated light-years
starry orbits
gravity meld
a million solar mass tell
light imprisoned cell
space darkened lair
a speeding star caught
devastation done
space dark black cauldron
vortex whirl to final end
singularity
Categories:
pulsar, nature, night, sky, space,
Form:
Haiku
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 55
What the human mind can conceive calculate
See beyond sight recall aeons lost in time
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate
How the human brain can even brains create
Short-circuit evolution collapsing time
What the human mind can conceive calculate
Pack thunder and lightning in capsules of hate
Harness hidden quark energies for a rhyme
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate
Earth’s environs run in quantum leaps of late
Take pulsar quasar pulse long dead in lost clime
What the human mind can conceive calculate
Sound the molten hard heart of globe inchoate
Find untrodden paths along arcs of space-time
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate
Let some men through cunning minds subjugate
For country conscience caprice incite to crime
What the human mind can conceive calculate
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
pulsar, mystery, myth, nature, planet,
Form:
Villanelle
Cynecdoche The figures of speech
The Village rose at midnight
And each house wore delight
The festive mood squated on roofs
In hectic rhythm moved the hoofs
Horse race was followed by buffalo contest
Then human legs were put to test
The fairsex put on maiden attire
And the ageing lot sat near fire
The green calves cracked fireworks
while blind birds sat on treeperks
The daybreak was still very far
when in distant sky I saw a pulsar
Categories:
pulsar, imagination, inspirational, on writing
Form:
Heroic Couplet