Best Starlights Poems
Painting You
Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights,
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…
Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush
In sublime tones for my wild orchid wishes,
Wanting to stroke across the heavens
For reflecting starlights bright,
Which I’ll situate to split the darker places
Where the inks bleed and branch out
Around you, smudging your purest colors…
That I endeavor to recover
When illness tries to smother
You with a viridescent blanket for on-going days;
Cloaking the glance of your azure blue eyes;
Pulling gray and white from your skull
To streak through your forest brown hair;
Rushing flag red moments to your cheeks
When you growl, “No. Don’t—“ when I
Try any way to help you through the fevers
That hang dredged plum-violet clouds over
The sofa — away — where you stay sleeping…
While I sit crimson awake worrying,
Watching you breathe…And asking
Through faith’s golden prayers for your healing;
For our holy Lord to send some ministering angels
— With their glistening opaline feathered wings;
Who side by side, place hands on you ~ veiling
My first view of prayers’ answers coming true;
Lifting me to a bloom of rosebud gratitude.
I paint you never far.
I paint your ocean blue eyes opening.
I paint you always beside me in a sandcastle brown.
I dapple the air over us an effervescent pink.
I paint your prism presence close.
I paint your mid-night’s Arora Borealis dancing hues.
Our love is a stippled, rolling color wheel
Of our linked diamond destinies: journeying
Together on amber roads under sapphire skies.
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(c) sally young eslingwe 10/17-18/2023
Glory to God…
Listening to sweet melodies
sung on a gentle breeze
Dancing in the cosmos on
this chilled winters eve
Gazing at the beauty, up in
the night skies
Knowing starlights twinkle
shown in your eyes
Breathless whispers echo of
something so brand new
Telling of two hearts glistening
in the morning dew
Awakening deep emotions
in this reality
Visions left wide open to gaze
at all possibilities
While riding that breeze so
soft and so sweet
It's on the rivers edge where
the two shall meet
Intoxicating waves flow with
audacious style
Caressing submissive curves
with seductive guile
Speaking in abstract metaphors
and synonyms
Perfect verses whilst hearts race
from adrenaline
Floating high gracefully searching
release to provoke
Words touch vibrating as
they teasingly spoke
1st place in Brian Strands Contest
2/6/2020
In a sharp fresh breeze,
On a crisp Spring day,
Hand in hand in verdure stroll,
Under lush chirping trees,
Among flowering buds stray,
New birth, and new love to extol.
On a balmy Summer's eve,
When the butterflies dance,
In the meadow we fell warm and unseen,
Soft kisses to thieve,
In mesmeric love trance,
Garments lost in the trampled green.
Gold Autumnal mornings,
Of yellow ripened corn,
Flowing like the amber of your hair,
I loved you all those dawnings,
As the leaves fell forlorn,
Your puckered lips an answer to prayer.
Icy moonlit nights,
Frostbitten fingertips,
From Winter's penetrating chill,
'Neath mystic starlights,
We tasted freezing lips,
Seasons pass, ....but I love you still !
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
Oh, friends can soothe
your tired soul!
Such sunshine flowers,
they are at morn.
And myriad starlights,
they support your goals.
With them, you get a spirit,
shining and reborn.
Recovering hope, is but one
of their gifts.
Perchance, they have wings
we cannot see!
But we might sense, they are
indeed are, our adoptees.
Your friends are your precious
life assists!
3/9/2021
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The infinity of the universe
stretches beyond our comprehension
Our minds can only imagine
with renderings on the theme
and our perpetual colors of creativity
painted in our minds by the sense of our smallness
So we look in awe
gathering in starlights to fill our wondrous dreams
7/6/19
contest The Universe
A feeling that gets me feeling the greatest
flipping through songs that make me feel like I'm going to make it
I can sit back, chill & relate with
The sun goes up & the moon goes down
I know I have not yet reached the rooftops every day, but I'm sure not Touching the ground.
Have much to believe in, but do I believe it or not?
My mind keeps racing while my face is stuck
Then my eyes close shut
Zoning in & out of conscious
Deep thoughts on how I was born into the sickness of the world
Will I sit back & die from it or live past it?
I'm feeling it
The high I get from life
That grew into my life
Feeling like everything is alright
If I die tonight, my soul will be already dancing around the starlights
I had a cruel summer, but I'm going to enjoy my chill winter nights
Reaching new heights
The comfort is just right
My mind is in the clouds
My body has slowed down
I Lay gently into a dream & in my dream, I never wake up from my dream
Lost in it all
The sky, the galaxy & everything in-between
-In my zone
THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS
I remember Christmas of yesteryear
Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum
Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun
And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum
Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red
Mixed with white Euphorbias in the flower bed
A visit to Nathans for cloth to make dresses
And drop curls all round my head for my tresses
I liked going downtown on Christmas Eve
Where the bustle of King Street was hard to believe
With balloons and horns, and pretty hats to choose
And noisy rattles to drive our parents to booze
Vendors lined the sidewalks their offerings laid bare
There were shouts for attention but nothing to fear
Next came a visit to Dixon’s Toy Shop
Where I didn’t want the choosing to stop.
Christmas Carols rang out through the air
Then at church the next morning with voices clear
Back home we were greeted with eggnog, and were free
To open our presents that were under the tree
At Christmas dinner our relatives we’d see
As the Miller clan gathered it was exiting for me
There was exchange of gifts and the joy of giving
It was really a great and wonderful feeling
The food was a spread of delectable flavors
Of turkey, rice and peas, sweet potato and lamb
Ackee and salt fish, roast beef, salad and ham
And I just can’t forget the Cranberry jam
The variety was great, too many to mention
And the carving of the turkey got everyone’s attention
But best of all was the sorrel, Christmas pudding or cake
Which gave us kids a chance to get tipsy or flake.
At night we brought out our starlights and clappers
The boys would light thunderbolts and we would run backwards
These memories are happy, in my mind they will stay
And I blend them with those we are experiencing today.
Winsome Miller-Rowe
in the church of the latter day pipe dream
the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun,
the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled with street bead jubilee
in the chiily frost a houndrel skidmark queen skates circles
around the thatched hut of eternity
holding burning rites reaching back through catacomb starlights
marriage a forgotten horse and buggy seventy six trombone dream routine left in the blue sky cornfield tractor breeze
sex evaporates like a withered tiger eye in a jejune july wind
satisfaction’s red lip lightning bolt sparks green exit goddess dressing golden imprimatura in the fog lifting drift
teenage trollers leave their uneasy dancing slipknot slippers at the doorstep of juicy blended upended black currant roll fiestas
I only tell of sunny hours...
That grace my countenance supine.
For dark clouds mask my daily task,
Until i welcome back sunshine.
While passages of time elapse,
As seasons etched upon my face,
From springs first kiss, to winters snow
My gnomons shadow marks their place.
Each night i gaze so heavenly,
Towards the starlights grand parade.
Where jewelled diadems appear,
As diamonds set in jet arrayed.
When sunrise casts it's warm embrace
Upon my face, i will display
The time and seasons of the year,
For people passing by my way.
2 / 7 / 2019.
I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright
My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High
By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova
Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy
Our: Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are: Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs
Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm
Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships
Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity
I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …
how about the lightening bugs
aren't out tonight
i stare into the darkness
for just a glimpse of one
the tall shadowy trees
under starlights does twinkle a little
with sparkles of light
i imagined they are fire bugs
but, I know it's not them
just wishful thinking on my part
realizing the full moon no longer shines
so bright through my den's window
the new moon is out tonight
and the only things shining bright
is the stars i wonder about
that forms andromeda and pegasus
Amongst ardent waters
Abloom by swollen gales
Amorphous starlights shine
And sprinkle pearl kisses
Anchored by shadow tides
Along the ample seas
Aligning hearts below
August 10, 2016
Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule
of your soul
Walk down my cobblestoned
path decorated with all the memories
that made our hearts warm
Once again the starlights will enhance
our Foolish Hearts
Like Cinderella all will end
at the strike
But, OH what meloodramatic souls we have........
for Jim)DEVOTION POEM - ENTANGLED. (for Jim)
For me he’s The One.
As I’ve been for him
his Only One.
From the beginning when
Our fates embraced.
I listen to his breathing, while concerned,
He watches how well I’m moving.
Around him, I am a verdant vine.
He rises near — as a braid of wildflowers
around me to twine.
Our holy Lord sees our love for each other as
The poetry of twin pendulums — joined signs in
The physics and mathematics of His space and time
As we move together — entangled.
Forever our love is synchronized.
The scales of our music harmonize.
We see starlights shine — during the any
Moments of time when we embrace the highest
of love within each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger
With thanks to reading here on PS
got me to ask Jim about entanglement theory, resulting
in the inspiration for this. Thankful we inspire one another.