"Off this bank, captain
Or any other
To face, for no troublous sea
What's skimmed cosmically
Push, gently now, push.
'The Beguiled Dreamer' ".
World's fatigued, fed up
One voiced, and hoarse, plead.
Late eves, who sink otherwise
Down and deep, reclined likewise
Plushy lounged and chaired.
As sound tides recede.
The dusky skyline blends
the azurin expanse
Dusted blushing clouds,
mauve moon’s brush across in radiance
over a star-studded labyrinth
A jeweler’s den
A syntheses surge
A revolving musical menagerie
Soulful eyes reflect
a thousand diamonds in the sky,
captivating cosmically
You found my light amongst
the ambiguous
luminiferous aether
Pure elixir of wizardy poured
on its rivers and springs
Velvet skin carbon spun
bodies of water sway
in sync across
acoustic wave mazes,
twinkling harmonies
in embellished realms
A stardust serenade,
swarms of sonatas
shape Lidström’s lullaby
Along stratus symphonies
I slumber under the starry cluster
enraptured in its turbulent chimes,
...sequestered
They said I was too much of night,
too shadowed, dense, and undefined,
as if my darkness dimmed their light—
but they were cosmically blind:
the void is where the stars are signed.
I claim my kinship with the black
that holds a thousand galaxies,
the velvet background, deep and slack,
that makes each burning point a key—
without me, what would bright things be?
The Hubble aimed where nothing showed,
where emptiness seemed absolute,
and found that darkness overflowed
with ancient light en route—
I am the fertile, the hirsute.
They wanted me diluted, bland,
a paleness easy on the eye,
but I’m the space that helps stars stand,
the contrast painting sky—
the canvas every light needs by.
So let them flinch from what I hold:
this body born of cosmic dust,
this skin like space, alive and old,
this darkness they’ve discussed—
I am the frame that beauty must.
Look long enough into my empty—
you’ll see I’m full of galaxies.
Cosmically
Orgasmic,
Sensuality
Mystically
Inspiring
Cuddling,
Alluring
Lover
Loving you.
I breathe in a millennium of the cosmically divine
As I dive into aquamarine waterfalls,
Swimming in a secluded, shimmering lagoon.
Dense canopies of evergreens carpet the indigo sky,
Allowing flecks of amber light to shine through.
The melodious hymns of Gaia's gifts are beckoning me.
Stepping upon freshly discovered petrichor,
The energy of a thousand lifetimes before flows through me.
Flashes of births and deaths float by on gilded winds,
Reminding me that every spirit lingers long after the heart takes its last beat.
For energy can never truly die.
I am made of exploding supernovas—
And from destruction comes rebirth.
Entered and did not place in ‘ANOTHER 2025 POSTED POEM’ contest. Judged 1/8/2025.
Marriage could not bind us
but the stars would hold their own
aligning us together as soulmates
forever and a day
touched by the cosmos
and remembered with the cyclic sunsets
That rambling castle across the landscape bewitched my heart
As though divinity has signed, gorgeous is its art.
Are the cherubims relaxing, spreading out their legs and hands?
Are these archaic, ornate boulders on mountainous strands?
Cave-like, carved curvy corridors crookedly coil around
Vertical and horizontal length, width, and depth rebound
Celestially thrill-filled, airy arrays in sunlit style
Are Hephaestus and Athena spreading a sapphire smile?
Points, lines, planes, volumes, and magnitude speak tonnes of volumes.
Are these flawless frills and folds parts of angelic costumes?
Gloriously intricate, cosy carvings, and wide wings
Brim-fill with cosmically grace-filled mimetic mouldings
These sprawling, spreading, sturdy structures seem to symbolise
Incomprehensibly divine marvels that synthesise
Short, long, sharp, and blunt; straight and twisted mortal existence
That draws, from the spiritual source, its soul sustenance.
Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile
Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life
Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful
How slimly and sternly you are held by a green stem fife!
Like the primrose or Auricula, bright yellow or pink
Cuter than Primulas, Polyanthuses, and Pansies
Of course, not like the touch-me-not! Night and day, yet you blink.
Your smile and scent are beyond all fashion-showy fancies.
it's, yet, your spiritual greatness that pulls me to you.
Cosmically healing all and triggering optimism
You heal, they say, and restore any person to youth too.
Does, in your shade or fade, anyone find true pessimism?
Do you, dear, yet live devoid of existential crisis?
I know it's in overcoming these that you find your bliss.
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
You whispered those words that made my heart silently shiver
While my soul steadily began to quiver
Wishing for a warm night that would last forever
In realms where sun and moon will be cosmically together
The romance that floats beneath oceans carrying diamond treasure
And Scars of moonbeams will be veiled behind pearlescent pleasure
Deep in the wood, I bide my time
asleep, my back against the lime
stone ledge beside a forest pool.
At ease, my mind and body cool
And waking cosmically refreshed,
with lake and earth and tree enmeshed,
that God is SO, and right and good,
I know tonight, deep in the wood
Obsession creates an emotional state
Influences the soul with no chance of escape ,
People and places we attempt to evade
A sequence of energy cosmically made ,
A key to one's heart that's universally shared
Attractions so strong its source no one dares ,
To question a power from deep below ground
A reflection whose light mirrors rhythm and sound ,
So count your blessings for those who seem rare
The lessons they teach you are part of love's care ,
To open a window of understanding to share
Her blessings and warmth & energetically rare ,
A pulsating heartbeat shared between one
Understanding that shines bright like the sun.
©2023AlanShapiro
I envy~
champagne stars,
sparkling gold.
Cascading as
Cupid's arrow,
to steal quartz rays,
of the rose moon.
Like love-struck eyes in~
awe of Lunar wings,
unaware of how,
you mirror my soul;
cosmically tied.
As dusk bleeds
dimmed threads,
that veil the sun
within my mind,
I listen to the whispers
of the midnight wind,
slowly carrying the chaos
of city life,
reminding me that
in togetherness,
I can rise and fight
the darkness,
like the Fantastic Four in
the celestial chronicles of
magnificent Marvel.
For their strength in unity
did cast away every obstacle
wrapped in fictional lies.
I wish I could
be Susan Storm,
in times of strife,
to mesmerise
and manipulate
the rosiest of flames,
where Johnny Storm shines
and cosmically conquers
adversaries with eloquence.
Sometimes I long
to be flexible
like Reed Richards,
stretching beyond
oblivion and reaching
spheres untouchable.
Tonight, I wish I were
Ben Grimm, facing
every storm, being
virtually indestructible
and heroical.
Yet, to be a family of four,
so fearless and strong,
is but an eternal dream
within my glass heart.
So tomorrow,
I shall rise
and flip pages,
where all worries of
this world will
be forgotten.
My soul and spirit
connected poetically
to the fantastic four.
Scientific mission into outer space, Reed Richards his best friend
Ben Grimm,
Susan "Sue" Storm and her brother Johnny Storm
Upon leaving the earth in a rocket ship
Got caught up in a violent cosmic space storm
Rays bombarded their bodies
They became cosmically transformed
Coming back to earth, begin genetically rebirth into
Mister Fantastic / Reed Richards who can stretch his body into incredible lengths and shapes;
Stretch-Stretch-Stretch-Stretch
A monstrous Thing Ben Grimm who possesses tremendous superhuman strength, durability and endurance due to his stone-like flesh
It's clobbering time
the Invisible Woman Susan Storm body turned into rendering herself you can't see me invisible invisible invisible
also able project powerful invisible force fields blast projectiles;
the Human Torch Johnny Storm who can generate flames, surround himself with them and fly;
flame on- flame on-flame on
11/15/23
For Fantastic Four Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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