The Cosmos hold all we know,
Releasing pieces as we go,
Showing us where we need to grow,
Bestowing lessons for progression,
While holding your best impression,
It's soul intention is evolution,
Revolution after revolution,
Clearing the pollution from our mind,
Using circumstances we find,
To remind us of the past,
The last performance you had,
Graduating into the present,
Representing who you are,
A star of the Cosmos,
More powerful than you know,
You're creating this show,
The Cosmos glow for you,
Holding what you came to do.
Waiting for you to come through,
Looking for a different view.
The God who did the cosmos spread,
is still alive, he is not dead.
Nietzsche declared that God is dead,
No wonder he soon lost his head.
The vastness of the universe
declares this God to me and you.
Only a God who’s infinite
can create what seems infinite.
The concept of infinity
reveals a godly quality.
So, though the world seems infinite
yet only God is infinite.
Infinite God, showed Infinite love
Sent down his Son, from heaven above
Bore mankind's sin, died for our race
Infinite God, showed Infinite grace.
Finite man, let thy heart ponder
Should not God's acts, inspire wonder?
Into God's grace, you are invited
Let not his love, go unrequited.
The whole Cosmos delights in night dreaming,
Where Sun and Moon entwine in astral projection.
The Cosmos listens to the sky's calling,
Knowing we're part of this great connection.
The forest presents green variety,
For which Moonlight holds great reverence.
Each tree and leaf beckons true piety
As Sunlight shows its high benevolence.
Have you ever felt the Blue Moon's grace,
Or lain beneath the entranced Full Moon?
The sky smiles with Moonlight's magical face,
Shining through the soft trees aligned and tuned.
Healing oneself in nature's vast kingdom
Is to restore the self to wholesomeness.
This Cosmos knows all must escape the war.
The sky beckons peace for the Bard's journey,
Hoping there will be joy forevermore.
Music, dance, poetry--art is beauty!
Raise a cheer for nature's forest bounty.
Let's gather memories that are gleeful!
The green woodlands breathe with vitality
And gift to us a rocky pocketful!
Awen drifts through every breath of nature,
Kindling the mind with vivid ideas,
Flying forward to chase the bright future.
Bards guard pure hearts as meek overseers.
Every balm that will make us feel better
Spills from the Cosmos' wildest pleasure!
Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
This mystic Druid
Soul searcher with windswept eyes
Beckons. Come away.
Why read Walt Whitman?
Because he writes majestic poems,
Luminous for who has a heart wounded by life,
Because he loves America and its men,*
That he writes that there is nothing more perfect than the earth,*
Because he walked in the ruts, the deep forests,
Because he saw the cities being built before his eyes,
Why read Walt Whitman?
"Because he is a cosmos, from Manhattan, the son" (I quote him),*
Because he is anything but narcissistic,
Because he understood that sweetness was a medicine
Like poetry, like travel or science,
Why read Walt Whitman, the grass leaves,
Because he is a friend, a brother, an interpreter,
He writes like one makes cinema, great cinema;
Because he is wary of faith, Because he loves the new and the old,*
Because he loves you reader, he could be like your "mother"
Because he loves you reader, like me,
Like the fire that feeds on what it burns, the wood,
That he needs you as a reader and that he knows it,
Why read Walt Whitman?
Because he understood that poetry is a bourbon or a cognac
A cocktail or a caipirinha, a sweet Chianti or a tequila
We drink it morning, noon, and evening, to no longer suffer.
* i quote the genius
Within the hazy clouds of the cosmos,
Amongst the glint of boiling stars and asphyxiating dust,
Where phantasmal realms dance with bleak reality,
Lie the foundations of new life in the universe’s incubator.
Specks of calcium cling to asteroids bound for distant galaxies,
While water vapour forms crystals upon comets,
Hurling hope toward unknown planets.
Birth, death, and rebirth happen within the fractals of a second,
All while humanity spills precious blood contemplating existence.
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I long for a love that is sweet,
Yet, I receive a bird's soothing tweet.
I long for a world of solitude and peace.
Where my comfort is the sea waves and the wind breeze.
I look for the meaning of beauty.
And I’m still amazed at how this world seems to be.
I look for the world’s end.
But, it all led me to where I started.
I run to escape the darkness,
Only to be found by nature's brightness.
My feet wonders in nothingness,
Only to be lit by the moon’s gentleness.
I feel how the mountains listen.
To the sorrows and griefs of every man.
I feel how it replicates my pain.
And echoes back with gentle rain.
I see how the clouds get heavy.
The same, how I have a lot to carry.
And I also see the stars shining bright.
In the dark and lonely nights.
Finally, I find the reasons for life.
On how nature heals us inside.
I find the reason to hope,
And learn to cherish life’s gentle tide.
when night rolls in
and silence falls
the moon beckons
its haunting call
the wind stirs scents
jasmine and sea
darkness descends
otherworldly
beyond the stars
the cosmos vast
we wonder how
the dice is cast
what is beyond
way out yonder
one knows not what
spell they're under
beyond the veil
of velvet black
hope flickers through
a little crack
AP: 2nd place 2025
Beyond quelled music in the night
where the stars conspire to take flight,
silver moon never shone so bright.
I'm overcome with joy tonight.
Where the stars conspire to take flight,
subtle is their trail of insight ~
they're faint tracks upon the graphite,
secrets transformed into delight.
Silver moon never shone so bright
upon this world of black and white,
quenching unabashed appetite
of love indugently contrite.
I'm overcome with joy tonight
at last our two souls reunite;
flame sparks romantic candelight
beyond quelled music in the night.
Submitted on May 13, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE F sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
ME:
Deja vu-
It startles me at times.
Like a mirror, coming before me;
A conversation
An interaction
Almost anything-
Exact in every detail
As I lived it before.
I am mesmerized,
Asking myself-
How does this happen?
COSMOS:
All is saved in the
Mirrored Galaxy of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a mirror, they safeguard
Your beginning to end
With images from your
Birth,
Childhood,
Adulthood
and Death-
Saved from every second
Of your life in this Universe.
The mirror of your life,
Inside the Gallery of Time
Of the Space-Time Continuum,
Forever and Ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
ME:
Where somehow, seconds escape
As real-time mirrored rays
To reflect again in my mind?
COSMOS:
Yes.
Cosmic dust carpets the night sky
Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees,
Captivating our deepest thoughts.
Inner monologues break their dams,
Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions—
Of what was and what still might be.
Existential queries fly by like shooting stars:
Why here? Why this planet, this plane of existence?
Only to disappear in a flash, leaving no trace.
For we are so small within the emptiness of galaxies,
Yet we hold onto hope that there is more beyond what can be seen.
For even the death of a star breeds life—
From scattered ruins comes the calcium that builds our bones.
Within the silence of night, we come ever closer to tranquility.
Let the glow of moonbeams wash over you.
As each star has a pattern of its own, so do you.
Wipe your tears, sweet child,
Whilst the balmy breeze wraps around you.
Let your past evaporate like a summer rain
free state
need resuscitate
can’t hesitate
to evaluate
then elaborate
specious debate
too late
dare dedicate
stilling hate
egos inflate
do perpetuate
inevitable fate
armageddon date
will not wait
lest we consecrate
civil complaint
with new translate
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