Gravitated Poems

Birth

I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlightenment 
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith

I am still becoming 
With nothing in hand 

But

A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues 
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before 
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet 
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith 
I now believe solely I am incredible 
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted  comfort 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

Black Hole Love

The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.

The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening, 
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time, 
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star, 
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart. 

The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence, 
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody 
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever, 
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love. 

At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity, 
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.

As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.

Black Hole

There was, and is, a dark black hole resides in her somewhere;
he was not sure if it was in her heart or in her soul
but he was gravitated to her captivating stare
attracted to the only Black Moor in the goldfish bowl
as were many others clipping her event horizon
she, bending the light, the truth, the lies; until non escape
and he was never clear if he was father, lover, son
or simply, to her, yet another planetary ape.

Grumpy Bird Could Find Issues Daily

Grumpy Bird could find new issues daily.
The weather, politics, religion, they were all his fodder.
He could find something to be grouchy about.
Maybe on an hourly basis.

People either gravitated toward him
Or moved to another limb when they saw him fly in.
My cousin loved to sit and listen to his grumpiness.
He is so funny! He said to me, he is a riot!

I was one of those flying to another elm when I saw him land.

a gift from God

flowers naturally gravitated to this beautiful meadow
they arrived renegade, their seeds transplanted by the wind
bluebells, lilies, carnations, roses and daisies thrived here
the ancient battlement in the near distance was thrilled
he had never expected to see anything this gorgeous in this life
a gift from god, he told himself, and of course, they were

Maestros Violin

Maestro’s violin floated to heaven ahead, clearing way for his gentle soul
Notes from Stradivarius warmed the angel’s hearts, reminding them
Rivaling classical melodies from other cloud realms, butterfly notes
Souls hearing the Stradivarius gravitated more quickly to the spirit realm
Floating to elegant luxury of the richest classical tones and whispers
Each heard their own unique life path, notes that nurtured winged selves.
Maestro recognized his instrument seconds after his soul left his body

the hem of sunset

He seemed a lonely man
Not alone
Yet lonely
Not seeking companionship
Yet never really alone.

At times
It seemed
People gravitated
Toward his orbit
Circled
Pondering
His presence
Questioning
Its necessity.

He drifted
Through a universe
Unknown
To those who thought
Themselves
The center
Of theirs.

He took the hand
Of sunrise
Walked with it
Through the day
And of an evening
He touched
The hem of sunset.

Keeper of the Animals

She was known as the keeper of the animals
Adoring them all, pouring her energy into their safety
Kind to every species, age and size
They gravitated to her meadow, wanting to be with her
Beyond the rainbow they begged to come back to earth
To become her spirit animals and help her nourish the others
Keeper of the animals, a goddess who was never alone

Debonair Raccoon

Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course.
He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse.
He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round.
They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-bound.

The horse got jealous when Debonair took them away.
He liked female racoons. Many of them “made his day”.
They were eager to please, and their sense of humors were keen.
He thought when Debonair took them from him, he was being mean.

Great Grandfather Tree

Great grandfather tree was wizen and wise.
He kept to himself, southeast of where the crow flies.
We ventured toward him whenever we needed advice.
He was usually entertaining the ducks, locust and mice.

Everyone in the woods gravitated to Great grandfather tree.
His advice was sage, succinct, and as easy to follow as could be.
You almost never got to speak to him alone, he was surrounded by kin.
Sometimes they had to part to let you wander on in.

Pinkie Marries the Faerie King

Pinkie was a fluffy butterfly kind of faerie.
She was free spirited with a beautiful soul.
She cared about everyone, and they knew it.
People gravitated to her as if she was cotton candy.

When she got married she invited the entire village.
There was no exclusion. She put an advertisement in the paper.
Everyone is invited, she told them. You do not have to bring a gift.
Of course, everyone did bring one, for they loved her.

She had been babysitting for the raccoon family for years.
The opossums and squirrels came because she fixed their paws.
She had a gentle touch and could take out slivers of glass and such.
Each animal appeared at the wedding to check out the faerie king.

He had better be a good man, they chattered to each other.
He had better be kind they warned the violets under their breath.
They were immediately happy with the king. He was a gentle soul.
Congregation cheered when he kissed his gorgeous bride, Pinkie.

Belligerent Bear Loves His Tree

Belligerent Bear loves his tree; it is the smallest one around.
He discovered it himself, it was easily found.
They gravitated to each other, the tree and the bear.
They were the best of friends and traveled everywhere.

Belligerent Bear took tree to Iceland, to Helsinki and Bali Hai. 
They traveled on a train through Europe, seeing eye to eye.
They never had a quarrel, argument or squawk.
Perhaps this was because the tree did not ever talk.

We'Re Different

Our love languages aren't the same 

hell it seems emotionally 

we're on a different wave length 

what's second nature to me 

isn't even important to you

after all this time has passed 

what am I to do? 

Accepting who you are and who I'm not 

seems like the first step 

I thought relationships were about

loving on each other 

or was that just my perception 

this is all on me, you weren't the one 

with the deception 

I just refused to understand what I knew was factual 

and despite all the warning signs 

you were still the one I gravitated to...foolish

Woman Who Listened

She was a woman who listened.
She had those Bambi-interested eyes.
People gravitated to her as if she was chocolate.

Many strangers confided in her
Telling her secrets they would not have told their mothers
She kept their confidence, becoming a one time friend

A woman on an airplane
A woman on a bar stool
A woman who listened

Shambota and the Baby Animals

Soft hearted and empathic, Shambota ran away at a young age.
Preferred to live in the wild, with the four legged creatures. 
They did not tease, torment or hurt their kind.
She was a natural shaman, wanting the world to love and heal.

Her family were carnivores, for no real reason.
She doubted they liked the taste of meat
And yet they ate little else, loving the kill.
They loved taunting her with carcasses of baby seals.

Animal babies gravitated Shambota from the start.
At first it was baby rabbits and baby squirrels.
Now it was baby goats, and today a black swan.
There is a communion which cannot be explained.

The swan felt a soul connection, not understanding why.
She saw the two legged, and she waddled right up to it.
Shambota had not been thrown out but she was an outsider.
She reached down and gently stroked the swan.

Shambota lived her remaining days with the four legged,
The ugly ducklings and black sheep found her daily
Not understanding their soul love for her, but it was there.
For they were united through peace, love, unity, faith and hope.

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