Best Supernova Poems
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 Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
Let’s do the Supernova Bossa Nova and host a cosmic show
for galaxies both near and far, a dazzling dance display,
and I’ll blow a smoke ring where we are here in the Milky Way.
My hydrogen will all have fused and soon I will implode,
that's inward, I’m an introvert, but watch my shell explode.
My core will keep on shrinking ‘til a blackhole is created,
a wormhole linking to a world where dance is venerated.
We’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
You can blame the Bossa Nova but let’s all enjoy the show!
July 4, 2020
For the “You are a star Poetry Contest” sponsored by Nina Parmenter (First Place)
"Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure." ~ Jalaluddin Rumi
The moon wept over withered stars
mirroring the heartbeats of mourning blues,
oblivious to the warmth of dusky truth,
while I bite my lips to suppress the storm,
there, in the soul of the butterfly skyline,
I’ve hand-stitched chronicles of the ache
that dreams like midnight orchids,
cradling confused crevices~
like stone breeze drifting in coldness,
questioning the need to breathe love,
when all I’ve written is marked as myth~
a manipulative vine of twisted nightshade.
But remember, I’ll be the eucalyptus elixir,
the sighs of supernova, soaring to speak~
metaphors beyond the skin of blue comets, forevermore…
you ...
redeemed me
from the belly of a star
ripped me ragged from a
hydrogen-helium core
spinning, divergent, toward sentience
from solitude ... howling
I did not ask for that existence
the blasted, bloody boon of banality
but it was mine, nonetheless
(now ... madness)
we merged -
a flailing vortex of cosmic clusters in entropy
prolific and sensually insane
indelibly charged in
our dynamism
transformed in a maelstrom
of wild wonder and molten mania
a cacophony of
carnal chaos and hunger
fused, like the heavy elements
we are radiated gravitons ...
the light-devouring
attraction of black oblivion
the imbalance of ions at constant -
a non-baryonic notionality
vagrant, erratic neutrinos unbound
we are ...
dark matter …
us.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse From November 2018" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Stupendous
Stimulating
Surreal
Show,
Seducing
Scientific
Souls,
Severe
Supernova
Shatters,
Space
Splinters
Sporadically
Scatter,
Survey
Spectacular
Starlit
Spectacle
21st October 2019
Toutogram poems poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
When it all began,
Long ago,
In the way back when,
In the void eternal,
You were a firefly.
Love's sick heat came as a glimmer,
And with it you stood,
Your neon blue eyes
Warm as sun-filled horizons,
Calm as silent river.
We met,
Two stars thrust within the space,
Lost but found,
Visibly invisible,
Unmapped constellations.
Muted heat grew forth
And with it we pursued,
Shrouded in darkness,
Towards the unknown,
Guided by our own starlight.
Pain seeped slowly,
Absorbed into the ether,
Fuelling our ascent
Through the celestial everlasting;
From everything to all.
And we became one -
One in the void eternal;
One in destruction;
One in life -
Cradled in the Supernova
I asked
that you Press me,
between the pages of your love
and as you enfolded me
in the volume
of your life
I asked,
that you cherish me
holding me
in the crook of your heart
just a moment
you did,
now I burn
A supernova
forever
You were a star that had gone supernova.
I tried to catch your energy,
But I let you slip through my fingers
And fade into my universe.
Dark outer space with glittering debris,
Watch closely as this supernova commences.
The blinding light that lights up the dark,
That's right,
This is a supernova.
50 times brighter and hotter than the sun,
But this is the place where stars will die.
Humans too, when we die, do we too,
Give off such a beautiful light?
Like this supernova?
Dark outer space with twinkling stars,
Watch closely as energy and light engulfs everything.
The blinding light that is beautiful but kills everything,
That's right,
This is a human.
Here in this space, I'm still thinking about you.
You were just like this supernova that I see.
As light burns everything that it touches, including I,
I still think about you,
This is a supernova.
As I become nothing but the debris that floats here in space,
I see that,
This supernova,
Was really,
Just like,
You.
I loved you
And who's to blame??? Riding supernovas trail across the celestial sky ~
Escaping the realities of which always fill these, my weary eyes....
Wishing to make a heart smile and or to brighten anothers spirit; inside
Bringing hope in a world cracked to be broken unto its cerements core
Wherein the majority of life truly do not live at all; not really!?
Painting with pastels dipped into fragrant oils amid these sanctums
Ointments, to cover the sores within this lingering mask of death....
Trapped aneath its box of misfit dreams; as lights continue to fade away
In a hand full of sand upon this shore; existence, slipping into the sea?!
Tainted; lives struggling everyday to grasp but another breath of fresh air
Gathering a morsel of food upon their empty and ofttimes, poisoned plates
To awake without a dream that none of them have ever seen; these....
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....“Supernova Skies” *
With her motherly self
At peace with herself
A flawless expression
Of Mother nature’s rendition
A brimming supernova
She’s still my inamorata
Through to her third trimester
Glowing with carefree laughter
She’s beauty and grace
A delicate, but uncertain face
Yes, she accepts her responsibility
A lioness, this she does diligently
Hormonal maybe, I still love my wife
I've never seen a stronger force of life
She's a sensual life giving soul
I’m indeed a fortunate fool
I don't purpose to ask why
When she breaks down and cry
I let her know it's okay
I love you (both), I care
The heat and radiation
confronts the frustration
our sun grows bright
and the fire dims right
the people stare and wait
scared for there lives "great"
others don't worry about it
smoke a joint and say "doubt it"
I sit here in my room, A/C on
cold as ice and write an con
continue my novel or guitar riff
as others stare at the sun so stiff
but as the last second nears
and the people lose some fears
the sun goes over the horizon
while the people sigh at the Vizion
and then I go outside knowing
I knew something big was growing
then the sky made a silent sound
as the earth made the cold ground
"the calm before the storm" I said
"not this false start again- again"
I was wrong and the sky filled the coda
and the last thing we said was "supernova"
Swirling galactic galaxies twined galacia...
Inside her beauty's, beautiful, stargate lips.
Pretty girls don't have to hide
Scars with sweaters and lies.
They don't have to cover up
How ugly they feel inside.
And lovely girls are not afraid
Of the demons inside their mind.
Normal girls don't cry at night
And think of such monstrous things.
And other girls don't have to smile
just to cover up their pain.
Nice girls do not screw up
And feel worse than they did in the first place.
You may say that I'm lovely, or nice, or pretty.
And you will see a broken smile shy upon my face.
And at first you may think that I am actually okay.
Until you get a closer look, and you notice
The light in my eyes, is fading away.
I used to be one of those girls..
But I have been hardened. I have been changed.
The innocence has gone and the darkness reigns.
Years ago my bright eyes drowned
Into solitary oceans of fear..
So don't mind my teary eyes
Thre next time you whisper those
Sweet nothings into my ear..
Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun
it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places
Defeated, it might as well be the twin
The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me
I've made so many plans, so many plans to alter the aspect
tread on broken glass to allow Karma to change sides
but at the last minute, I exchanged those plans
for different names to sustain an imaginary legacy
'Divided into pieces of the sun'
so the poet's dream is comprised of Ra, the Sun God
or am I chemically flawed in my mind...likely
The voices in my mind command to enjoy the beauty in reality
their response is an open mouth for I have laughed in their faces
What beauty does the death of children portray
What beauty lies in seeing grown adults fight over a molded piece of bread
Imagination, now a similar corrupted world
when the poet merges two worlds and dives recklessly straight into the sun
Disoriented by emotions, morals; how can I breathe
I am lost, dial 911ost; I've lost my mind and the locks
simple math, I cannot when math is not involved
When will the citizens of Earth open their ears and hold their tongues
Get off my back, let me relax; I'm derailing from this track
The fluorescent, white light blinding me
the only thing I'm able to see
myself combusting into several thousand degrees
The supernova of beginning dreams
now dubbed the supernova of emptiness
shining as bright as a dying star
(Supernova)...
The Hills of Mississippi and the
Sextons and Porters is where the
blood mixed. Emma Porter and
Lenny Sexton became
one - married - life bond-
ed. They had five
children and
farmed
corn.
Their children were name Donnie, Jeb, Mae
Emma, and Lenny. Emma was
the Church School teacher of all.
little ones. Ages went from
four to nine. The grow-
ups said she did
a fine job.
No qualms
form.
Emma Porter-Sexton lived a life
of greatness. A great-grandmother
to Verlena Sexton. A
blessing given by God.
Her family was
fulfilled by her
love. Emma
Porter
Leads!
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Penned on 3/26/2014!