each one glimmers
to catch my attention
one star at a time
Why stand with eyes fixed on the sky above,
While hearts grow weary and forget God's love?
The angels asked, "Why do you stand and gaze?"
When Christ has called us to more fruitful days.
The world distracts with sorrow, fear, and strife,
Yet Jesus is the Author of our life.
Look not beneath where passing shadows stay,
But fix your eyes on Christ, the Truth, the Way.
The signs unfold—wars, disasters, fear—
Yet every moment tells His coming's near.
This world is fading, fleeting as the dew;
Our lasting home is waiting, bright and true.
Why gain the world and lose your priceless soul,
When Christ alone can cleanse and make you whole?
Hold lightly all that time will one day claim;
Seek heaven's treasure, live to praise His name.
So stop your gazing—rise and boldly go;
Let all the world the love of Jesus know.
The risen Savior conquered death and sin,
And soon will come His faithful ones to win.
This same dear Jesus shall return again;
Till then proclaim salvation's joyful reign.
Point every heart to hope that will endure,
For Christ is coming soon—and in Him we are secure.
I am slowly decaying away, soon to be dying.
Inward into a translucent clear quartz sphere my soul is scrying;
Gazing into final chapter in which I am crying.
Gazing out my window pane,
so much comes into view.
Is my sight a reality,
I really have no clue.
Raindrops dew on leaves,
flowers humming with bees,
a cardinal perched on the sill above,
and higher yet flies a dove.
Sun breaks overhead,
beams of light
bounce off this garden scene
vanishing into the shadows in between.
All creatures big and small
nestle into their nook or cranny,
safe and warm like a glowing hearth,
a place I should really fancy.
But now it's time to close these shutters,
throw down the sash, no words to utter.
I will go to bed and get some rest,
not to come back here, I think it best
When I look into the sky
I gaze and I think of you
your eyes
like twinkling glittering stars
and hope
you do the same for me
It feels like it’s been forever,
Spending eternity unmoving,
Cluttered with bugs and branches—
Still, stuck to the same tree.
All I do is watch the stars,
Watching as they shine,
Each one trying to steal my gaze.
But then I saw the moon,
Infatuated, so full of life,
It didn’t bombard me with light,
Yet it was the brightest in sight.
Everything began to clear—
While I was left motionless,
My vision a blur—
I cried.
The moon gave me a choice,
To chase its light,
Or stay stuck on this tree.
And for once in my life—
I stood.
from darkened night sky
your twinkle fills my eyes
opening wonders
Green lights shine on my face,
Lookin' up to the Cosmic Fires!
Shootin' stars, wild lightning glow.
The Cosmos rules the Universe.
Bright lights, as a UFO picks me up
Takin' me to a brighter
Sci-Fi tomorrow!
Oh, Florida's beaches . . .
Flowing waters take me away!
I wanna visit the planets,
Converse with Extraterrestrials
In my Sci-Fi Starscape,
Forever existing, twinkling like Rainbows!
"You gotta have a puppy!"
Don't even need a guppy!"
Don't want a doggy surprise,
Gazing at such soulful eyes,
"Looking back at ya, puppy!"
As I gaze upward at the sky so blue,
I hope you’re resting well,
So that you can feel renewed.
The orange sky presents an extraordinary hue
When the snow blankets the mountainside,
And I wish for that mountain to rest peacefully.
You have an incredibly open heart,
A fine citizen and a romantic hero,
As the snow sparkles among the trees, it creates a work of art.
Snowballs are hurled from my dreams,
Quickly landing in the heart of nature and wildlife
In this unpredictable world.
Free-flying thoughts take their flight
From your creative mind,
Venturing into the beauty of nature and the comfort of the fireside.
Use your hands and eyes to solve problems;
Your talent has often been on display,
Imbuing various shades of color
To convey such meaningful news.
Naturally, I think of you
And all that you do,
High up on the mountainside where you tread so skillfully.
want write poems that not
bout politics life's weighty
absurdities death's grip all
simple poems contentment
son's enthusiasm energy
wife's cooking heroic endurance
kitten's bouncing curiosity
old cat's slowing solitude
dog praying hard reform
colors fall newness spring
mowing leaves grass gazing
on in forest looking beyond
tree tops lake mirage day
venus mars night
bach lifting toward
mozart floating down
heaven singing love conquering
fulfilled voluntary unions bodies
cooperation nations peace
strength through peace soul society
treading softly near edge
old habit making safe path
some sweet day will
the evening spreads its veil
we await the rising of the moon
~ getting ready to count stars
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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GAZING OUT*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gaze out.
Skyscrapers rise,
Silhouettes in the night.
Stars whisper secrets above.
City dreams twinkle and sigh,
Reflections of hopes in glass.
I ponder the lives within,
Each light a story.
Unfolding.
Gaze out.
*Note: This poem was written for and published at Haiku Shack/Creative Ramblings Weekly Prompt contest, 8/3/2025
I knew a young girl
just a pretty face
who lost her mind
in outer space
with a celestial body
decidedly racy
out of this world
but totally spacey
not quite the brightest light
it's true (but what a view) and yet
when gazing at the moon
turned loony... a space cadet
and 'twas the lunar orb
(waxing, waning, new or blue)
of that there's no doubt
whose gravitational pull
simply put... spaced her out
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