What a great photo!
Neat to see the galaxy!
Hundreds billion stars!
Estimated to contain;
And hundreds billions planets!
How can we determine things of note,
when they're up close, when they're remote?
Relative scales might equate
something small with something great.
Discerning eyes can't always judge
a galaxy from a smudge.
come statistic,come undone
come statistic,come a galaxy
come a galaxy,come a statistic galaxy
come a galaxy,come a statistic universe
come a galaxy,come a statistic undone
onto is onto a galaxy
onto is onto a statistic
onto is onto a moon
onto is onto a bright moon
bright is brighter than a moon
bright is brighter than a brilliance moon
brilliant is brighter than brilliant
the moon is brighter than a brilliant moon
lightening is more brilliant than lightening
lightening is a statistic lightening
brilliant is brilliant of lightening
lightening struck the brilliant of lightening
struck a statistic,struck a galaxy,struck a lightening
brilliantly is brilliantly struck by lightening
struck by lightening,struck by a brilliant lightening
struck by lightening,struck by a brilliant moon
Proof positive there's intelligent life in the galaxy
light years away in outer space
they know better than to contact us
and we call ourselves the human race.
I'm turned off by cupidity
and over the torpidity
I've had it to here with stupidity.
Every two hundred years or so
they do a fly-by analysing
investigating what lies down here below
without stopping it's not surprising.
Can't understand man's mentality
I'm done with the insanity
I've turned my back on humanity.
Grasping at straws in the back of a stack
we've lost the plot there's no needle to be found
in the wrong place at the wrong time flying 'round the moon
when the answer is here on the ground.
Can't unring the bell the world has gone to hell
there's no turning back
I'm waiting for the aliens to pick me up take me away
shooting for the stars one of these crazy days.
No matter how I carve these lines,
you escape the page.
You slip through my metaphors,
slipping further from my hands.
Still, I write you.
In a higher orbit,
you sway and move.
A soul with too many sides,
with circling winds that carry you from me.
Still, I follow you.
But maybe,
I can peer into the eye of your storm.
I might catch a glimpse of your hurricane heart,
before it turns from me again.
Still, I call you.
You are beyond this world,
a lavender galaxy,
and I, a moon
in your gravity.
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
Shed your earthly body of flesh
Float upon the decadent darkness
Let the past fall away like scales
That you may be free to the beyond
Open opaque door to the unknown
Find courage in the fact you’re not alone
Did you know the universe sings
Humming as you are lifted up delivering
You to another mother in a distant galaxy
Be not afraid of your wildest dreams
You chose this journey long ago
Before you were human before you had hopes
As a little boy, I was amazed by the shining stars and tried counting them,
Wished to pick them like pebbles and gem,
Getting older, I ceased to count but interact with these citizens of the galaxies,
In their brightness, I knew that the stories about the creator and the creations were not fallacies,
And when I am no more,i pray thee,the creator that my soul become one of the stars in the sky,
That I may be, to my younger generation, their third eye.
Has the Milkyway been altered, does it
now need saved? Never mind, I’ll draw
mermaids anyway.
I wanted steady onward. Seems I’m never
heard. I need a mockingbird. Could familiars
best somewhere, somehow, still linger?
To get the sky back on track the galaxy must
be regained or has it expired, its hope past
tired? I’m stuck on the outer rim where no
answer has ever been. Join me, bring your
confusion, you will both fit right in.
Not engaged or vacant, not present or absent,
his eyes hold no malice. My eyes are filled
with need to know how we should proceed.
Pokemon have been gathered, some soft
cushy and large, and some hard little figures.
I believe what matters is the comfort he gets
from just a squeeze.
Rough challenges bounce, smacking hours
around. Tough ordeals stack fears like circles
in squares that cast their shadows unfair.
Has the Milkyway been altered? My child’s
health has faltered. Long shadowy goosebumps
are everywhere, even goosebumps mermaids
believe in and wear.
Six to nine.
Sixty Ninth.
Strip mine.
To find Strychnine.
Two fiddle heads form a heart.
But one has to be upright and other has to face apart.
Blender blades stacked together other spiral in opposition motions.
Similar to the grand motions of the unfathomable galaxy’s potions.
So here is a heart shaped cookie that I bake just for you to calm your mood.
A lonely, cold gecko unstuck itself, unsteady,
from the cliff-face, bedroom wall.
A certain, short leap onto my pillow, then to calmly
move up over my sleeping form to my open face,
and there to kiss my closed
eyelids with rasping lips and sticky tongue.
"Lickety Split !"
"Spittle & Slick !"
It clicked and twitched this little tune as it did its rough work
on my quiet eyes. A slow massage,
moving orbits in their boney optical universe,
rolling, rotating, revolving behind the blue-veined lids
of my galaxy.
You didn't spot the camouflage,
didn't see the gecko,
just thought I was dreaming
with my eyes open
Looks like a fiery fractal on a background of black,
Spiraling out from a light blue sphere center,
Full of light, yet also dark. An image of wonder.
A fiery fractal composed of stars and planets,
yet looks so very foreign. A galaxy, not so
unlike our own yet feels rather lonely and forlorn.
Why so much darkness when there is so much light?
Much like the human condition.
cosmos
each Galaxy
awakened with God's deep breath
guarded by His Suns, Moons, and Stars
and Life, which thrives throughout
above
skies come alive
heavenly angels watching
do not blink ~ comets flying by
magical days and nights
Light Source
circles earth's sphere
driving forces of darkness--
safe are cribs of men, animals
winged spirits rule god's world
Contest of Nette Onclaud
Pick A Pensee 2
Jul 1, 2025
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