Cosmological Poems - Poems about Cosmological

Shadows dancing off moonlit walls I feel the longing of the universes call Stars reach out to me and beckon me hither I feel the power and begin to wither Not knowing that as a tiny insignificant speck That life is not beyond me yet Dazzling dancing swirling light Filigree incandescent angels in flight I find myself drawn by moonlight To sit here captivated...

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aswirl within tremendous maelstroms universal united uninhabitable cauldron tempered with analogous: outrageous, portentous thunderous cacophony in tandem with thick mucilaginous fog metaphorically postpartum nebulous placenta afterbirth and/or proto planets aborted per primordial material slowly (millions of years) coalescence annealed bubbling primeval soup engendering (extant via immeasurably immense stretches of time) subsequent birth of quasi solar systems where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped quintessential biochemical laboratories across gamut of space inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring pseudo plasmatic...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue is not a hut queuing, a cart horse dancing in a ballet or a valley rising and spinning around and...

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Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs and lettuces in flowery beds. Aroma of lemons should never play on a boat in a bath that is less...

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A ninety foot nymph in a circus bath can bathe admirably at dusk but upon rising the tidal splash brings forth many cackling crabs. Digging and dropping. Drinking and DOING. Such is the efforts of a 1 centimeter oink. Defecation is best done in the morning. Delivery of many mingling mind talk to the toilet...

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Chink chink chinking. Never chunky. Such exquisite curvature of a smiling glass. Legs are an undefeated objective of a marrow. And when the spider sings one must hold up a garden rake. Taking a pillar to a nightclub is very enjoyable as one can swing fart and frantically move one's arms for heathen heads can...

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