apt apparitions
a divining mirror gazer
spirits march past
Night,
rustles,
shrill alert,
shadow drifter,
who might gaze upwards,
at an alluring moon’s,
hide and seek dark coal sky squint,
to peer between the clouds and smirk,
phantasmic star, its beam that signal,
to post wee small hours mortal on a quest
Nations, countries, territories
You can’t see me over those
Piles of rubbish, telling stories
Fake old glories they impose
They attempt to pluralize me
Politicians of all sorts
As if I was legalizing
Their repressions by default
Hope you won’t generalize me
For some doctrine or a scam
You can always sympathize me
Taking me for what I am
For I’m not an implication
Of some national decree
I’m a different variation
Written in a different key
I’m a ball your dog would like to
Play with, in the afternoon
I’m a sunbeam, shining through
Leaves of autumn in your room
You would laugh and think I’m crazy
(Those who aren’t, must be rare)
At the last row I’m a gazer
Sleeping in my easy chair.
A flower for dreamers
For explorers of the unknown
The pungent perfumed petals
Will permeate a home
Nothing compares to the
memories Scent recalls
Like a silk thread,
Tied to stems,
Connecting all
A zip line of sweet smelling savores
Special moments gone by
We remember them all
My star gazer lilies and I.
He awoke from a fitful repose
his legs twitching in death throes,
each held by a pinion driven through his ankles.
He opened his eyes
from the sojourn of deep-sleep oblivion.
He peered through a shroud of blood and pain,
which threatened successfully to besmirch
the splendor of the celestial array
of stars in the firmament above.
His neck and arms were also pinned to the ground
with wooden stakes.
As his blood seeped into the desert sands
draining his life away,
his lithe lissome limbs and body lamented
his decision to walk alone
through the bad-lands,
to see the stars all bright and unencumbered
by the lights of civilization.
M-oon gazer at midnight
A-lways awaits the sunset;
R-eady to stay awake,
J-oining not the woeful fret.
O-nce she gazes at the moon,
R-apture she'll truly feel;
I-n spite of the darkness,
E-vening shadows and chill.
E-ach ray from the moon
N-ever will fail the gazer;
D-azzling star nearby
I-s pleasant to the beholder.
E-very night she watches
R-adiant light from the moon;
A-llowing the brightness to bring her the big boon.
C-almness and serenity
O-f the moon are both felt;
N-ightmares and fears
S-hall all eventually melt.
T-enth November midnight,
A-s she looks upon the sky;
N-either moon nor star
T-ries to make her cry.
I-n her bed she can't slumber,
N-either eye can sleep tight;
O-pen to see the gleam, moon gazer at midnight.
She was a star – I was a gazer
Imagine my surprise
when the stage door opened
and in walked a goddess
Dark hair, dark eyes,
a bounce in her step,
a leap in mine
Fiddling with the curtain cord,
I lost my balance
and my heart in one fell swoop
Spot lights focused,
igniting the stars in my eyes
which were still dim in her glow
Dressing rooms offered
champagne and cherries,
but she looked at me
Double checking the script,
it wasn’t a love story -
a poetic rewrite was in order
I handed it to her when I finished,
she tossed it aside
and kissed me
The curtain went up
and the audience applauded,
a standing ovation
She was a star
and I was a gazer -
now we shine together
Her face looks lost,
as she gazes deep into the clear, night sky.
Eyes glitter with delight, and lips opened
partly with awe.
She looks as though she has seen an angel
smiling back at her.
“Mommy is a star!” she says.
“Good people never die. They turn to stars!”
When she smiled at him ----
the world could wait,
with its myriad of contradictions
and infinite postures to feigned joy;
there could be no deceit in her light....
That gorgeous assurance that he was as alive
as the vast heartbeat of the cosmos;
what a whetted pulse to quicken and burst
upon the shoulders of stars,
and saddle comets to flame....
ride the rays of the sun....
As a child again under the spell of ice cream,
shiny-toy and heroic dream;
the world could wait,
(when she smiled at him)
Beneath the dam St. Vitus swam
Till he settled upon a bar
Where heaven's light reflected bright
In eyes fixed upon a star
No move he made, or mind he paid
When minnows gently kissed
Good night to him, who couldn't swim,
Now shroud in mornings mist.
Epilogue - The Fall of Man
With celestial shine cast so divine,
His rapture was complete.
Was heaven's call that caused the fall,
Damned by agnostic feet.
* A light parody (if imagery of a drowning could be considered light) of a wonderful poem "Muess des Beaux Arts" by W. H. Auden. Auden's poem is based on a 15th century painting "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus". The theme of the poem (I am vastly over simplifying the theme here) is the human capacity to be so focused on our daily lives that an amazing tragedy, Icarus fall from the sky, could go unnoticed. My point is that if you are too fixed on the heavens and great questions - life, the universe, and everything - you might miss the simple things that are important . . . like watching where you are going!
(And no, St. Vitus didn't drown, he is the patron saint of dancers and epileptics.)
Beyond celestial mist
There is something real yet only in dream it will exist
Kaleidoscope of unimaginable amount of shapes will persist
To be in the ethereal midst
The shapes are beautiful and sublime
They enchant more and more with time
I can’t express their surreal magnificence with this simple rhyme
And literarily nothing not even soul is beyond theory on it based so it’s prime
It’s mysterious like dark side of the moon
Those are eerie lights from beyond celestial lagoon
But when this still photo with movement will intone
The movement that is beyond normal travel from Earth to any planet star or a moon
The bones and organs beneath universes’ skin
For the very first time will be seen
We’ll see heart of secret and sacred math spin
But right now even with neural flame no one can imagine what like this view would have been
The kaleidoscope convexes' the very soul
That is why it is theory of all
The eyes turn white viewing star dragon as towards the mists it will fall
Like I said it convexes' and turns white with amazement eye and the soul
imperial evil rings the rebellions bell
and awakens the rebels fight
allow for a new tomorrow
a skywalker will be in plain sight
his mind as sharp and committed
as the nail that split the force
a parasite of the night are we
the padawan has chosen his course!
BY Mark Taylor: ......Star Wars......
No I won't stop dreaming
in my minds eye
we are the perfect pair
your invisible touch,
when you stroke my hair
your breaths whispers
your lips on mine
the closeness I feel, so sublime
your words always gentle and warm
to be in your arms
safe and content
Under the stars, Heaven sent
To look in your eyes
and no love is
there just for me
is all I want
is all I need
So let me keep dreaming
till I find you.
Hundreds of pinpoint lights in the sky
Just one of the many wonders to be seen by the naked eye
Every night I reach up to grab one
Of course I can’t ….. But it’s worth a try
Their distance from the spot that I stand is astonishing …. My oh my!
For now I will just sit here and enjoy the beauty of their patterns
Soon the sun will rise and I will have to say bye
Black, white, green Quiche Moon
Whose night eye shrouds far bright star,
Close and joy will come.
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