Words paint a universe where music is more than background—it’s atmosphere, gravity, and the stardust we breathe/ Here is a poem inspired by space jazz/
Space Jazz: A Dreamy Meditation
Chillin’ on Saturn station, vinyl spinning in zero-g, where the bassline tangos with distant moons and snares spark across nebulae/
Dave Brubeck drifts through airlocks, his 5/4 beat time waltz echoing as bone and starship trade places—beep bop, high orbit, a cosmic groove/
Weed-sweet notes swirl with city lights, lo-fi dust catching the glow of a suburban sunrise, where beats are meteors crashing softly into dawn/
Production geniuses, unseen, build galaxies from sampled fragments—space and jazz, nu soul and neon, downtempo dreams blooming in the vacuum of silence/
To listen is to travel without leaving your chair: fireflies flicker between cymbals, a chilled mode of existence where every track is a little more oxygen for the lovesick, the tired, the hopeful, the lost/
Dope ass mix—wonderful vibe—the universe keeps rollin’, and so do we.
My dear, if we could meet again,
I’d want so much to recapture
the thrill you filled me with back then.
Oh, could we relive that dulcet rapture?
First, I’d gaze into your warm, brown eyes.
You could touch your eyelashes to mine.
I’d whisper: Trace me with your sighs.
Your breath upon my face, dear, I find divine.
Trail your fingers down the nape of my neck.
Butterfly your kisses with your susurration.
Let soft kisses linger, my darling from Quebec.
I want to tingle with anticipation.
Yes, trace me with your sighs, sweet explorer,
and with your caresses, murmur your delight.
Be for me my romance restorer.
Adore me as before, dear dreamy knight.
harmonious rosemary, like the singing of nightingale.
Lost with dreamy eyes
the mist kisses my forehead
waking my senses
the weight of sleep beckons to me
like an unsatisfied lover
the sweet serenity of warm fabric curbs my appetite
soothing me steady like a hymn of gospel
daylight burns in the horizon
but the coolness of night engulfs my mind
a realm bending light and time
welcomes my drifting soul
a world of adventure too grand for memory to keep
a home where our spirits meet
songs of birds,
the body stirs
an unknown face a forgotten name
a longing for whom i do not know
and yet my body yearns to feel you again
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
Sitting at the piano bar
Sipping apricot brandy late into the night
~ Feeling mellow as can be
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
a dreamy night
stars courting the moon
~ love in the air
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
On a dreamy evening, when stars dance on the velvet sky,
His hands, like shadows, clasped my neck in an endless waltz,
My breath, like a wisp of smoke, fades in the sweet dusk.
A hammer rose, shattering the silence of my fragile skull,
Red blood, like a river of rubies, flows on the pure snow,
White as the souls that are lost in the eternal abyss of night.
The orange sky, shedding its skin like a lost dream,
Turns to blue, then to black, akin to my body,
The sky descends to embrace me in its infinite arms.
His blow, a background song, accompanying the final dance,
'What a sweet night,' I tell myself, becoming one with the velvet sky,
One with the snow that embraces my life stolen by the cold breath.
All thanks to his powerful blow that sealed fate,
And thus I was lost in the night, in the embrace of the eternal,
A dream and a memory, merging into the cosmic silence.
I wasn't truly attuned to the Bard
Who tried to show cosmic significance.
On the dark moonlit forest's stage, he starred.
His Bardic thoughts defying arrogance.
I met the night Bard while he was singing
In chorus with Oaks of the magic grove.
Sprouting with seedlings was his beginning.
Raised in the forest, his true treasure trove.
This bounty lies protected by wet clouds.
It seems nature knows how to calculate
The number of elements it enshrouds,
Even as they waltz on the lovely lake.
The wind plays the wooden flute merrily,
Pleasing the Stars with chants of forestry.
'twas at the country fair I spied her
outstanding in her field
(in many more ways than one)
beyond compare second to none
eyelashes long and lovely skin of velvety down
I insist who could resist those eyes so big so brown
(limpid pools?) 'twould make a fool of (almost) any man
but I'm her biggest fan and I won't lie I can't deny
a complexion creamy a gaze quite dreamy
took my breath away that day
and in her hair a ribbon a ribbon of bonny blue
lost my heart (and then my mind) what's a boy to do
'twere love instantly 'At first sight' one might even say
(could she be the one for me?)
I couldn't let her get away and so I took her home
it was a first for me but please don't think the worst
(there'll be no matrimony)
I've sailed the seven seas to the four corners of the earth
been to hell (without a handbasket) and for what it's worth
been around the whole wide world
but waiting there at the country fair
where ruminating I found my one and only
my Jersey Belle, my Jersey girl
A dreamy poem
Last night and half asleep I wrote a poem
About love not expressed but understood
A sad story of two unhappy people
Both unhappily married to someone else
I spoke the poem into the night
It sounded emotional and I cried a little
In the morning, the night poem was forgotten
I was too lazy to try to recreate its mood
Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
The names of the poems from which each line
above was taken, is listed in order:
1. Precious Black Night
2. Sunshine Missed
3. Lilacs Lacy
4. A Fruitful Day
5. Hibiscus Hypnotic
6. Van Gogh's Flowers
7. A Final Sundown
8. Impossible Primroses
9. Redolent
10. Polka Dot Rainbow
Her skin softer than the softest pillow
Whiter than the snow in full light
The best thing you can see during the day
As well as night
Dreamy eyes she has got
The biggest and brightest of them all
As perfect as they can be
Getting lost in them is the best place you can be
Oh the nose
Accurate and precise,
A physicist’s fantasy
The perfect slope you can see
Her cheeks softer than softest cashmere
Red from all the blushing for me
Smooth and flawless
paradigm of serenity
Her eyebrows darker than the darkest trail of them all
With the curves big and small
And a hint of interest for me
I am the happiest of them all
Soft as a feather
Thin as pencil
Red as a rose
Her lips shake me to the core
Her hair trails of graphite
Darker than an abyss
Softer than sunlight
Flailing here and there and giving me fright
Her feminity in the prime
For her lover to embrace
The best one there can be
By God’s grace
Behold with joy, our flickering sky. together tonight!
See the colorful, myriad, dark islands of stars!
Always holding sapphired, colored tomorrows of joyous mores.
But I, forever lost in the light rays of your own starry eyes.
Your face, such equanimity and angelic grace!
Let's stay like this, forever in frigid cold, till we become very old.
We, were enjoying the frigid winds, here, in our winter gazebo.
Shhh…let us slip into Aphrodite's darkness.
Truly, that is where our loving, eternal heart is.
In our beloved's sacred, eternal soul.
11/6/2024
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