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Head Space by Huxley, Rebecca
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Space Queen by Allan, David
A Wrinkle in Space by messina, charles
Space by Cooper, Dakota
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View It From Afar

To appreciate our planet
start with its snow capped mountains
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.

Witness white clouds traverse the skies
floating on a vista of blue
or a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.

See jungles at its equator  
create a sash of vibrant green
and burnt sands ripple its deserts 
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.

See its leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen
and tundra pitted with blue lakes
fade to stretches of virgin snow.

Watch volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke
and lava bleed from gaping wounds
while giving birth to molten earth.

See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth  
or tilted poles capped in ice
sparkling like crystalline jewels.

View it from afar as it twirls
in the vacuum of space like
a phantasmagorical
cerulean marble, called Earth.


Written 02/02/2016

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Kiss of the Eagle

Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew

Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?

Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control

One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss

Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."

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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM

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The Stars and Beyond


As we speculate the clear evening sky
Iridescent with jewels which we call stars,
Alive in our hearts stir the endless dream
To unwind and solve the mysteries of Earth
And unfathomed vastness of cosmic space.
Since time began, this has been our great wish.

Because of this strong and enduring wish
Our minds are forever drawn toward the sky, 
Where in the blankness of great timeless space
Drift along planets, our Sun, Moon, and stars.
And amidst it all, our minuscule Earth
Seems lost in this cloudy, galactic dream.

But humans will always anxiously dream
Of someday achieving this inborn wish;
Discovering answers about the Earth;
Exploring the unknown realms of the sky
To find our way among planets and stars,
Erasing the boundaries of time and space.

What truths does it hold, this infinite space?
Will answers always be vague as a dream?
Do other planets with suns as our stars
Have beings like earthlings who hope and wish?
Do they gaze at their own eternal sky;
Know of our galaxy, Sun, Moon, and Earth?

Though we're secure on this great mammoth Earth,
When we contemplate the vastness of space,
We know we are only dust in the sky;
Our own importance dissolves like a dream,
For matter not how we wonder and wish
We are naught amid the planets and stars.

Gems on black velvet, our heaven of stars;
So close they all seem to mortals of Earth;
So often we stare at them—make a wish—
Yet billions of light years measure the space
In between. When will we wake from our dream?
Solve all the puzzles which darken our sky?

Twinkle on great sky with your rhinestone stars—
Continue, sweet dream, for beings of Earth!
Eternal as space is our hope and wish!


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Cosmos
Judged: 12/14/2017
Sponsor: Thvia Shetley

~1st Place~
Contest: Star People
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 12/27/2015

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Sestina: A highly structured form of poetry consisting of six six-line stanzas and ending with three-line half-stanza (thirty-nine lines). The end words of the first stanza are repeated in strict order as end words in the other stanzas.

The concluding half-stanza uses the same six words; 1,3 and 5 in the centers of each line, and 2, 4 and 6, at the ends.

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Crescent Waltz

She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies

She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise

They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes

***

As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise

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Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin

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Cosmos Configurator

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.

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Where Are You Earth


Where Are You Earth?

In the middle of the universe, I stand…
My mind attempting to comprehend
the scope and wonder
Exposed upon these printed pages
Within this book of astronomy and space.

One hundred billion galaxies…
One hundred octillion stars...
Trillions of them are suns like ours…
Unfathomable to my human mind...

Through these pages,
In the middle of the universe, I stand
In awe and ask...

Where are you Earth?
I see our galaxy—our Milky Way—full color
On this wondrous special page,
And I almost miss that tiny speck…
That speck, our world,
With cars and people bustling here and there…
Bridges, trains, skyscrapers, jets…
Blue oceans with majestic ships…
The wonders of our age…
You great, important, busy, busy world.

Where are you Earth
Amid this cloud of dust?
I find you on this page with straining eye
So lost among the stars, the planets, moons—
One hundred billion galaxies
One hundred octillion stars—

My home…my Earth…
A tiny speck…
A microscopic grain…

Caught up in cosmic winds with all the rest.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: In the Middle of the Universe, I Stand.
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Judged: 02/06/2015

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Night's sentry

Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.

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The Relativity of Beyond


Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.

And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.

And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.

What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Spring Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/10/2017

~2nd Place~
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 03/22/2015

Quote:

“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is 
a sense of proportion.” 
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001




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MILKYWAY

I am the MILKY WAY.

I am Mechanically Meticulous,
Maneuvering my way through life with
Malleability,
not showing the true Masterpiece of my Mind
(complex like the Milky Way).

I am an Interworking of 
1% Idiocracy,
10% Ineluctable,
15% Incisiveness,
5% Insufficient,
7.5% Insatiable,
2.5% Invisible,
10% Infantile,
and
50% Incomprehensible,
101% of Ian
 (A puzzle).

I am a Lionheart Lilium 
Lucidly blossoming into a 
Lackadaisical dimension
in which I Long to Liberate
my ideas from the Lucifer-Likeness of
the universe that I Live in
(My ideas are being confined).

I am a Kinetic force to be reckoned with,
put on a Kollision Kourse from
Konception to Katastrophe
eradicating those in my way,
(I can’t be stopped)

I am Young,
Yearning for wisdom ahead of my Years,
Yet Yoked by the Youth-like longing
of my elders
(caged by the generations of adults wishing to be a child, keeping me child-like).

I am Weary,
Wainscoted with Worry,
by the World I once Welcomed With Wide arms,
Wondering When the Worries created by my past Will
Wither away
(distressed by my past).

I Am An Adventurous 
Apollo 1,
Abstracted then Awakened by the
Annihilation of myself,
forced to Admit
Absolute failure,
but then Amazed by the gate of success
(I do Fail, but I must learn from failure).

I am Yawning 
at the Earth’s attempt to impress me,
Yet I Yell eternally
at it’s ignorance to the 
great wonder that I contain.

I am the MILKY WAY.

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Strawberries And Cream

Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains

Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....

This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses 

Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her

Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly

Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling

Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing

Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....

Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk 

Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne 

Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty 

Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet

*********************************************

...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~

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As We Look Toward The Sky


As We Look Toward The Sky


Zillions of specs in our vast universe, and
You, our amazing Earth, are among them!
Xanadu!  For sure, we're blessed!  We are here
With mysteries, deep and unknown in this
Vastness of cosmos that spreads endlessly,
Under which we exist, thrive and progress.  
Thank God for our Earth, planets and stars!
Sometimes, impossible to understand—
Relating to puzzles of life, space and time—
Questions and answers, to why we are here
Pertaining to the relevance of all that's out there.
Of course when we think about the beyond,
Now, as creatures of Earth, we do wonder if
Millions of light years away are there those
Likely to gaze at their own skies; do they have
Knowledge of earthlings—we live and are here?
Justly, they have their own suns and moons—
It's not too farfetched a fact to surmise.
How and when will wanted answers explain
Great questions about our mystical space?
Forever and always is our deep wish to know.
Entwined with this endless, vast cosmic space, we
Dream of solving the mysteries that are
Called to our minds as we look toward the sky—
Bejeweled with magnificent shining stars—
And fathom the meaning of our Universe.


Sandra M. Haight

~6th Place~
Contest: First Ever ZYX Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 10/14/2015

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Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.

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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.

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MY DAILY BALM



i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery  of evening,
to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.

as one can see ...sneaking outside,
in the din of  hours, to speak with her,
my moon--- round or sliced and concave---
has been a passage and ritual of mine
since I was a girl child.
and to chase this orb and know if she is
waxing or waning with my thirsty eyes,
i cling to her symphonies and silence
it is so, till I snuff out from this earthscape

if you see a butterfly maiden, 
strolling  the lines of a porch or street
in  slit hours sometime before twilight...
it is simply me, once more, inhaling my moon
tasting this delicacy... this luna of beauty i need 
as my daily passion and balm; lest i die


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The Ruby Spires


There, among the Ruby Spires,
   I stood a-gazing toward the mist,
      The Red Wind cut skin, heaven-kissed,
         Far too cold for Hades' fires ...

Ages and eons behind me, then,
   The joys of youth were swallowed, thus,
      By wormholes, ranged and turned to dust,
         All for the sake of gloried men.

Such an odyssey, we crossed
   Three galaxies and matter, dark,
      To find this rare and conscious spark
         Of Life, (tho' life is what it cost).

Though I, their peerless proxy, was,
   I felt no debt to human kind,
      And through that struggle there, did bind,
         A union of ancient alien cause.

My own, a naught-but-violent race,
   Had found these beings far from home,
      And sought to then rewrite their tome,
        With our corrupt and vain disgrace.

Yet before we could our ruin, spread,
   This planet's unseen chaperones,
      Wreaked mortal plague on us alone,
         'Til naught but I was cold and dead.

Then, those sentient souls and I,
   Did journey up from mountain's base,
      Until we met that jagged face,
         With ruby columns to the sky.

To every side but one, we saw,
   For endless breadth, the crimson sphere,
      The vermilion glow, both far and near,
         That wondrous planet's crystal maw.

The sparkling slopes of gemstone red,
   That slanted down and out of sight,
      Were being swallowed by the night,
         And yet, no trail had shown ahead.

Far too late to turn around,
   We gave our final fate its due,
      That breathtaking red, exquisite view,
         That few blessed eyes had ever found.

Such astounding visions we beheld,
   That far exceeded all we knew,
      That held us, transfixed, to that view,
         With yearning that could not be quelled.

Colors that challenged conscious thought,
   With light at angles inconceived,
      Iridescence otherwise not believed,
         Were we not breathless, on that spot.

The misty opalescent glow,
   Refracting hues beyond compare,
      Prismatic sparkles here-and-there,
         That danced with flakes of scarlet snow.

Rainbow shafts of glistening light,
   Swirling phosphorescent sprays,
      Shimmering hues in broad displays,
         That flashed and faded out of sight.

Palettes and shades we'd never seen,
   Reflected beams from crystal shards,
      The wondrous muse of godly bards,
         Presented there for us alone.

Such vistas, no words can e'er construe,
   A beauty that language does not appease,
      That brought us, weeping, to our knees,
         And left us shaken, through-and-through.

The consuming joy that view inspired,
   Was known to only us who'd trade
      Our lives for the sight - a covenant made,
         There among the Ruby Spires.




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Moonbow


From the surface of
The moon, light reflected gives
Off that rainbow scene

For when the moon is
Near to full, at it's brightest
Opposite of her

And natures rains fall
Combination creates, a
Moonbow oh! so rare




  http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php

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Probing the Unconscious Space

If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence 
and take a leap of faith...

You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.

Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.

Some day you'll feel safer in the void, 
more secure,
at peace.

With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.

You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.

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When Scorpio Goes Dark


Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote 
blue sphere, purling,

spinning helplessly 
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free; 
to reach out.

Scorpius sprawls low 
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse 
twinkling, twitching; 
inexplicably still breathing, 
expelling the last 
of her precious plexine light 
in a final, desperate act

to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.

Projecting dreams; visions 
like swirling Akashic holograms 
leaping forth from ancient pages 
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.

Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction; 
fierce energy bombarding; 
burning across the universe.

Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder 
at a divine banquet 
for dark gods.

Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach 
of her vengeful tail.

The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains 
rebirth her fires,

igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm 
of black oblivion.

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Autumn on my page


There is a wind ,  which sketched,
Without my knowledge,  the message;

Autumn had lying words,
On my page.

It was by way of red leaves,
The bird of passage,
Twirling in space,

I followed it of my glance
And its woven loops,
On the canvas of the sky.

I just transcribed,
What the wings,

Supported on the wind,
Said to me.

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(translated from french )
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C'est un vent qui traçait,
A mon insu,         le message  ;

L'automne avait couché les mots,
Sur ma page.

C'étaient en guise de feuilles rousses,
L'oiseau de passage,
Virevoltant dans l'espace,

Je l'ai suivi de mon regard,
Et de ses boucles tissées,
Sur la toile du ciel .

J'ai seulement retranscrit,
Ce que les ailes,

Appuyées sur le vent,
M'avaient dit.

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MIDNIGHT PEARL



Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides  of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest scoops into the deep
And vanishes like jeweled drops of breath
To lie with mother pearls I couldn’t keep
For tiny are hand stems to grip their depth.
So now and then I wish that I may dip
Into the twirling wavelets with my arms
And haul pink mollusks which slide from my grip;
For in their husks,  the pearl of Orient charms.

  If midnight enthralls me into her sea
  Oh, gems I touch only in memory.






by nette onclaud 
for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward Contest

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Because I'm Galactic

All the lights dim out
as I crawl into my spacesuit.
I fill the air with crystal screams,
my mind is ripping at the seams.

If it falls apart,
I will surely wait here.
I'm made of gold in all my dreams,
surrounded by my favourite things.

The stars will age and die,
blowing matter to new places.
My flesh is celestial dust,
but my golden bones will rust.

I never asked to be here;
This equation isn't right,
All I taste is bittersweet -
there's broken dreams between my teeth.

The glowing lights will permeate,
the stardust spreads and dissipates,
and I will always wonder why.
I'll keep your secrets, hope to die.

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Wonders of Humanity

        Interesting
    This life is to me
 There are things here
I shall never wish to see
                                             Intriguing
                                        These people are 
                                    They accomplish so much
                             Though we live on a blighted star
                                                                                       Unbelievable
                                                                                   I don't understand
                                                                               How all this can happen
                                                                           In such as this desolate land
           Inspiring
     Words can be so
   They take me so far
Where only angels can go
                                                Miraculous
                                         That we should exist
                                     While all the other planets
                                   Couldn't support such as this
                                                                                         Amazing
                                                                                    We humans are
                                                                                 We exist as a miracle
                                                                            In a world that stretches far

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Hey, singularity

A conversation with the theoretical infinitely dense singularity containing all space and time, which may or may not have existed before the Big Bang.


Hey, singularity,
Endlessly dense,
Impossibly small,
Completely immense,

There’s one or two questions,
I’ve got in my head,
So if you don’t mind...
Ok, go ahead.

So just how hot ARE you?
Oh nothing’s more hot,
But there IS nothing else,
So that won’t mean a lot.

And what came before you?
There is no before.
All time is inside me,
No less and no more.

But what is beside you?
There IS no beside.
All space is inside me - 
Beside is inside. 

So everything’s in you?
Well sort of. I’m bluffing,
I DO contain everything -
But, also, nothing.

You’re killing me now.
Hey that’s no big deal -
I can’t really kill you,
You’re not even real.

And neither am I,
Well probably not,
The truth might be weirder.
What else have you got?

No more! Head’s exploding!
Ooh THAT’s a good plan,
I might try that too.
Ok... here we go... BANG!