universe colliding, waiting for the end
the fate of the universe might be determined by its destiny
for this is the end but the beginning of something beyond ourselves
preoccupied in its beauty are glistening eyes
i remember the thoughts i had
over the afternoon tea
the universe was ending
but it did not seem so to me
i only awaited for opportunity
because that's all i would know and see
not that the universe was ending in the eyes of me
The loudest thing in the universe
Is not the sound of a nuclear bomb hitting the ground fired by military forces
Or an astroid crashing into earth from space
Nor is it the sound of two major stars colliding
Not even close to the sound of a crying baby
Woken up by hunger at 3am in the morning
It is silence
You cant see the impact
Known to be so loud
Its unheard off
Worlds on worlds, colliding and imploding,
Not a care, nor a stare, the wind flowing.
River like a mirror, between realities,
Around the rolling path, like rain to deities.
Bountiful hills and valleys depart,
Small luxuries never far apart,
Feelings flowing, while becoming familiar.
In a world of worlds, too good and delinear,
A world only seen, when two combine,
Belief is beyond, when you are mine.
All other worlds are gone, if only for a short while.
Twas good to see you, in a mirror, in a tile.
I become animal
with her
and animals
know no sin...
Dark and delicious
is she
knot of love
ever tightening...
We lay
watching shadows
on the wall
each others faces
she plays with my hair...
Erotic photons
we become
galaxies colliding
exploding into
a million pieces
crashing into one another..
~ ~
forces of evil
drop boulders in lake of love
pebbles expand hope
vitriolic words
appeal to lowest nature
rudderless leaders
james marshall goff
two worlds colliding contest
Major breakdown
an emergency call
rushing to the plant
on my table
under the candle
an unfinished poem
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By:kash poet
Contest:Two Worlds Colliding
Sponsor:Russell Sivey
a tranquil meadow
dons a velvet lupine cloak...
bees swarm in dark clouds
vast fields honeycombed
with flora and rabbit holes...
hawks swoop down for prey
By Carrie Richards......For Russell Sivey's Contest: Two Worlds Colliding
As poverty grows
in this place once of plenty...
addled world collides
So many cultures
quenched for masters of sameness...
two worlds colliding.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
two worlds colliding
worlds of the "haves" and "have-nots"
life seen from both sides
some struggle to live
others take it for granted
mankind's history
Barbara Gorelick
fired for being late
smoldering resentment
flips a cigarette
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Yellowstone in flames
twenty years in prison
trees answer back
our world tumbles
as plane soars through tall towers
lives taken too soon
all this for power
yet caught up in their own greed
we all suffer to
karen croft
two worlds colliding
ONE five-minute break
at work playing games, mistake
exaggerated
butterfly dreams cease
cocoon gone in a heartbeat
catepillar weeps
8/5/12
For Russell's "Two Worlds Colliding" contest
Black Eyed Susan
this world beautiful
where we live and love and die -
flowers left with tears
heaven and earth meet
in a moment it can be -
each must go alone
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August 5, 2012
Poetry/Senryu/two worlds colliding
Copyright Protected, ID 08-4114-09-05
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Two World Colliding
sponsor, Russell Sivey, Judged 08/10/2012
Second Place
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Water is flowing
This is a world in liquid.
without shape or form.
Here’s the solid earth
When it mixes with water
it only makes mud.
Robert Pettit
For Russell Sivey’s “Two Worlds Colliding” contest
unfathomable
emotions move to and fro
an exploration
I came across you
reassurance, I now found
I breathe easily
Contest Name: Two Worlds Colliding
For Russell Sivey
By : Wilma Neels
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