IN AND OF CELESTIAL CANVASSING
(Apropos Of A Five Haiku Free Flow)
Sad sky shedding tears;
The steaming sun consoles her:
Curving a rainbow:-
We are as the sky,
When shedding sad tears to God:
Rainbow healings sent:-
The inspiring sky,
Reflects so much of God’s grace,
And rainbowing love:-
So parabolic,
Our canvassing sky can be,
In its reflections:-
Day or night, our sky
Is so allegorical,
In canvassing life:-
An engraved smile
lodges in the greenish
heart of daisy.
.Violet butterfly hugs
a mazy, intrepid
pathway.
The insightful,meek
Light exceeds the
hill fearlessly,
unflinchingly
His sacrifice a source
of lasting,eternal
Love
to humanity
In the realm of
sorrowfulness,
we see the gemmed,
sooth pond.
We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
Have you ever witnessed
The immensity
Of a Celestial Squid?
Coat of clammy jelly porcelain
Alien skin
Cold and damp, despite eons
Baked betwixt stars
Radiation hazed
Star sick tranquil predator
With lidless eyes
Leviathan of mountain-crushing size
Unravelled across the stratosphere
A shimmering mirage
Eclipse the moon
A family;
Pulsing pod
Of briny gods
Gobbling up planetoids like plankton
To accept the moon
and all her
beautiful shadows
Is to know
a heart that blooms.
Quasi-star, Quasimodo, Quasimandias for sure
Eating stars, black holes, and planets, celestialities galore
It's no wonder it's so big with an appetite like that
Galumphing through the universe not caring where it's at
The size of a hundred thousand skies, you go just where you please
The only thing left in your wake won't even raise a breeze
Nature abhors a vacuum and this might just be the model
Of what happens when God himself is leaning on the throttle
Of a cosmic train that's runaway and making it's own tracks
Leaving holes where 'ere it goes, whether white or red or black
They'll be here until the end, where they'll spend their final eons
At the end of which comes something we can't readily agree on
Which is fitting for this splitting and emitting long enduring
A Providential palindrome... as enigmatic as alluring
When dawn arrives
my shadow rises before I do,
climbing the morning wall,
as if my spirit were impatient
with my body's waking.
Sometimes it drags behind,
my soul weary from having seen too much
of the world’s suffering.
Yet in the hour when the sky
spills its molten gold across the earth,
my shadow grows vast...
like some celestial titan
cast from my small frame,
as though the universe remembers
what I once was
before I was made mortal.
we siphon the sky
with mouths closed
except for feeding
every element of the construct
is breakable
if I just had room to manoeuvre
but once the ground disappears
the steps outside become just a shape
I imagine every which way to fall
most endings lead to discomfort
I could start simple
invert the crank
take the food from your lips
scatter it for foraging
see if stars grow
in between the stones
all my simple starts
lead to complexity I can't control
but I can't sit here
just turning the wheel
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ a celestial dancer, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pirouettes through ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ existence, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ weaving prismatic tapestries ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ it paints the cosmos with hues unseen, illuminating secrets whispered ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ You, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stand at the crossroads of reality, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ you bend the fabric of time, twisting fate into new patterns. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ The moon, a silver coin in your palm, dances to your cosmic symphony. ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you veil the world in twilight, casting shadows upon the land? ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in your hands lies the alchemy of existence, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ So command, enchantress of photons, and watch as the universe bends, yielding to your will.
When Persephone returns in May
to gladly blossom earth
with her devotion,
see me as you gaze up
at night’s bright sky; I am Virgo.
Within the cluster of
my vast celestial constellation,
I am the blue-white heat of Spica,
scintillating my desire
deeply into moonglade.
High in the velvet of space,
A maiden wears a starry crown.
She glides with a faint, slow pace,
And beams her silver light down.
No gloom can touch her clear soul,
As night holds her in its deep.
Her spirit stays calm and whole,
While she eyes the world fall asleep.
celestial octopus glided down from star to star
heaven warned him of proximity, do not go too far
he had a range of which he was to be confined
ultimate goal was to teach the sharks to be a bit more kind.
She is tranquility enfolded in ambiguity,
symbolizing serenity before conception,
not idiosyncratic, but sympathetic stranger,
Mantis is the Celestial Madonna
as profound as a collapsing galaxy,
defining a figure of cosmic importance,
destined to create the celestial savior,
the most significant universal entity.
She is the selected medium of transformation,
where the new universe swirls,
weaving light and chlorophyll.
Born on the cradle of mother earth,
yet claimed by the emptiness of cosmos,
endowing her with the acumen of prophesy,
she walks on the footprints of silence,
steps following the shooting stars of the milky way
as her breath turns into a hymn of forgotten stars.
She is the epitome of spatial stillness
that stabilizes the existential storms,
for she knows the exact rhythm of sorrow,
and the precise cadence of delight,
steadying them on her palm.
The Avengers treat her as a teammate,
a martial artist, the green essence of change,
that feels the pulse of the extant universe,
spreads the inflection of prayers across the cosmos.
celestial flames
dancing way on high
~ feisty fiesta
AP: 1st place 2026
Oh, Mantis the Celestial Madonna,
with so many skills and psychic empathy,
I wonder if she will reach Nirvanna.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
First as an Avenger, she battled threats
As a Guardian of the Galaxy,
she would later come to have some regrets.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
Meant to birthe the Messiah of Space,
she mated with “plant” alien, Cotati.
But since her lovely son had fallen from grace,
has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
Sadly, Mantis would need to fight her son.
Now on a voyage of self-discovery,
she finds herself; that journey is not done.
Has she truly fulfilled her destiny?
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