Love guided me in darkness it restored me
Under mystical rains I entered cosmic dreams
Bard and friend to my King Yearning to enjoy radio's that sing of peace
Lunar module comes down Lining the heavens at dawn
Treaty for sky gazers to be yet smitten with electric beer and make merry for once
Avowed to return where I have yet never been
Knighted by the Captain of heavens armies
Sunder the rebellious descent among my own family and friends
Trusting in my King and Best friend in a world that put him to death
I timed my departure to coincide with the
lunar eclipse, but the
eastern horizon wasn't apparent,
in the park, or at the top of the road
my local high points
I scanned the firmament along with
other rando hopefuls but there was
no show to see so
onwards and upwards we went
as wine of a deep red hue
wasn't going to
buy or drink itself
In Atlantis,
we were not star-gazers—
we were time engineers.
The constellations were gates,
breathing frequencies
into the bones of man.
The stars are not above us,
I whispered to my students,
they are the memories within us.
To us,
the zodiac was not prediction,
but remembrance—
a wheel of origins
spinning in our veins.
Our Lemurian brothers
did not chart the heavens—
they felt them,
as sacred tones in the waters,
as songs trembling
in the heart’s tide.
We, the Atlanteans,
cut the skies with mind,
sharpened by precision,
hungry to master
what should only be served.
Aries—fire of the first incarnation.
Scorpio—the keeper of endings,
death and return.
Virgo—the servant
of divine design.
Aquarius—blueprint
of the cosmic mind.
But knowledge turned sword.
The wheel we built for healing
was stolen by the elites,
its power bent,
its harmony undone.
And so Atlantis fell,
and Lemuria drowned,
and the zodiac we once lived by
was scattered—
like broken stars
across the sea of forgetting.
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again?
I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to lead you astray. The ways of a slippery tounge. Should I just show you the wrong side of a key? Let all the memories melt away. Twisting and rolling like two serpents wrapped in lustful irresponsibility. Laying half naked beneath floors. Should I take another by her hand. Blowing on clouds, foolishly trying to piece myself together with a bag of broken shards? Smoke rings and endless possibility. Don't get lost Staring into the gaze of a gazers stare. Looking through the eyes of what you wanted to see. All the while burning with a torch every memory of you and me.
"The artist should paint not only what he has in front of him but also what he sees inside himself." Quote by Caspar David Friedrich on his painting "Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog."
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Gazing at man gazing distant mountains
Fog stretches below, before both gazers
Non-dominant foot forward, weighing mind
Will taking risks benefit one's skilled life?
Is contemplation enough to see same?
Fog of lies tries to mingle truth at sky
A humble stick not enough to scale heights
Yet, is handy along the reeds, rambles
The choicest feet prefer to leave no marks
Far away rocks promise solid comfort
Taking perilous path is Hamlet's task
Life, a known journey towards unknown. See.
Talked to a star one night
It whispered
From behind a greying cloud
“I’m lonely”
It seems stars are so busy shining
They have little time to chat
They find it ironic that we humans
Write so much about them
Attribute to them strange powers
Of auric ascendancy.
I whispered back
Lest I be thought mad
By other star gazers
“I am lonely also”
It seems that we humans are so busy
Gazing at the stars
We lose track of one another
Stand alone wondering
Why the moonlight is so cold
And the stars seem so sad.
We decided to shine together
And whisper
“Come join us any starry night”
All nature’s linked, the heavens with the earth,
in star formations, gas, galactic dust,
elusively in roles of death and birth
however random seems their wanderlust.
We peer in space with telescopic sight
that oft may miss the tracery that’s there
as when our past assumptions take to flight
in view of being further made aware.
Vast fabrics interwoven in the sky
that starry gazers spy amidst the mists
and what immensities they might imply
may only be a whit of what exists.
…The poets with their phrases hem and haw
…yet fail to other than profess their awe.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet…
A source of inspiration was the following…
NASA’s Webb Reveals Intricate Networks of Gas, Dust in Nearby Galaxies…
Snazzy seahorse shimmering and showy
Sashaying in succulent southern seas
Seen by several serious sea-gazers
Solidly shifting and shrinking - simply scintillating!
A silhouette of shimmering scales
Snazzy seahorse shimmering and showy
This realm is where I shall always belong.
God bless this nation and upkeeps it strong.
For he will thrust his sword and suit his vow.
He wielded his hand to ensure bestow.
July 4th, our land is vastly stunning
We unleash acute bursts and stark burning.
Our coastlines and towns' awe and wonder.
For our advocate chart and plush stunner.
The sky is a gored purplish mantle hue.
Moon gazers will revere this jewel view.
Eyelid star for each candle in the sky.
Wanting to claim the grass with their glazed eye.
Sublimity entwined with prettiness
Hands and hearts clasped at once in happiness.
Throbbing footsteps pulverized out the wave.
Of the flawless world and the spirit crave.
2nd place Contest Winner
Written: July 07, 2022
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Checked by HMS.COM / 10 syllables per line
Life revolves round the sun that is what star gazers say
Earth exists nearly on the edge of the Milky Way
Birth begins and spins in time to leave enough for play
Dark thinking starts in circles so night turns into day
The best of this is set in stone where it ought to stay
Monorhyme 55 words 5 lines
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The nice day breaks early in the morning,
After the darkness is over and gone,
The light above replaces the evening,
As the twilight gives way to the new dawn,
The rays from the east are the bright sun's spawn.
Above the horizon there is a glow,
To the gazers it is a beacon show
That makes the clouds white and the wide sky clear,
Letting the eyes dry the tears of sorrow,
Allowing the happiness to appear.
for reawakening daze
for purpose and time
I lack what I cannot find
light gazers bottled my intent
waves blended in shrines
for jumping and screams
for rediscovery
He has yet to pin
short comings and long walks
combining my flowers
for another day
for another breath
each day is just another
all just like the rest
Celestial jewels crafted by the Creator's artistry
captivating every night beholder~~~
…wondrous firmament*enigma
driving astronomic pursuits~~~
...galaxy ornament
mystifying constellation gazers~~~
...goldilocks zone --- oh, how habitable
mysterious, yet miraculous~~~
...illumining poetic muse
against visual blight!
October 20, 2020
edited on March 27, 2021
*Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
10th place, "Goldilocks Zone" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 4/17/2021.
Flying away as feathers is her smiling skirt
Blouse flaps itself as eagle wings in windy sky
Her legs tantalizing gazers as ripe sugar cane
With the eyes squinting as vale blue berries
And the hair like peeling off Sahara waste
Pelt men as horses in a poorly shot movie
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