When life from the stars comes a calling,
Be suave and genteel, not appalling.
One's first words should be:
'Would you like some tea?'
With diction correct, and no drawling.
Space
between
stars is not
empty at all.
But vast quantities
of neutrinos, atoms,
molecules and dark matter
with photons from radiation
ranging wide from highest energy
to low grade cosmic microwave background.
Bubbling plasma in interstellar space
contains charged particles all over
embowered by soft cosmic glow.
Space between stars increasing
as stars receding far
from one another .
Universe on
expansion
to run
on.
She held illuminations in her eyes.
Mimicked the earth with her skin.
No wonder flowers grew from within.
Adrift in her aura.
Marooned.
Interstellar swoon.
Rendered lunar love language.
Though words could never define.
What was already written in time.
Where do we come from is the great question asked for eons.
As grains of sand upon the earth, there are trillions of possibilities with their pros and cons.
Are we the only entities or souls in this wondrously enormous and ever-expanding universe?
This single thought alone would be absolutely frightening and nothing else could be worse.
Is there someone out there we can contact, someone benevolent with arms open wide?
Are there other civilizations just out of reach, just outside our sight, where might they abide?
They are benevolent beings all above us and all around us that we cannot see.
For the Creator will command his angels concerning you and guard you in all your ways to help one to be all they can be.
They are ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of the meek who are to inherit salvation.
Our magnificent Creator has sent forth her ambassadors of faith and healing from generation to generation.
Have no fear of the thieves that comes in the night for we all are protected from their sting.
Give all glory to God within for all the creators wonderous blessings and let us realize that life is a precious and marvelous thing.
always the object of analyses
universe is what the universe is
from quarks to atoms, planets to galaxies
plus divers cosmic abnormalities
everything caught up in heavenly flow
of where non-stop change forces it to go
no guarantees a passing asteroid
will not explode our world into the void
no guarantee seeds will grow in the soil
no guarantee the great oceans won't boil
no guarantee we will have air to breathe
no guarantee we will have lives to lead
no guarantee we'll have time to reckon
all may end in interstellar second
The darkened ship voyaged on
For 50 years alone voyaging along
The ship looked after itself on this journey
While its cargo of passengers were sleeping care-free
For the earth was long behind them
As they left the Solar System’s end
The first interstellar travellers they travelled onwards
Relying on the ship to find a new home with its own rewards
So into uncharted regions they flew
The stars and planets the only background too
Then during this endless night
Another spaceship encountered them in a routine flight
The aliens on this craft took them into their ship
Then to their world to decide what to do with it
As it was the first time they were seen
These earth man who slept in their silver ship that gleaned
And so the decision was made
By the supreme one who had said
These beings aren’t a part of us
So they were killed without a fuss.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A white girl
with blue hair
and black lips
takes a selfie with Pandora's box.
Across the galaxy
light years away
an alien is pissed off
telepathically crackling
cultural appropriation!
What is It? I asked, amazed and intrigued
A nebula, she said in hushed tones.
We had been taking turns with the telescope when she spotted it
Right outside the spaceship, only 10,000 kilometers from us.
It was as gorgeous as any jewelry.
A teardrop of glowing turquoise in the center,
Subtly surrounded by an oval of the prettiest pink.
It seemed to be surrounded by smoke rings in glowing oranges.
I knew it was mainly hydrogen and dust, possibly a bit of plasma.
But to me it was the world. It validated all I had come to do.
Being an explorer in the year 2067 is not easy but when you come across
Something this beautiful, it makes the days and nights of sacrifice worth it.
I felt we might be at the edge of the galaxy,
Marveling at the orange rings that perhaps signal the next one?
It was the highlight of my life at this point.
I could barely wait to see what tomorrow’s adventure might bring.
Written 6-02-2019
Contest: Nifty Named Nebula Poetry Contest
Inspired by Picture #4: The Horsehead
Sponsor: William Kekaula
pulsar pulsating
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quasars kinetic
a billion mass dark hole belch
gamma-ray spawned
nebulae vast clouds
tarantula orion
stars hidden
super star massive
super stellar explosion
nova temp star seen
interstellar stars
interpolated light-years
starry orbits
gravity meld
a million solar mass tell
light imprisoned cell
space darkened lair
a speeding star caught
devastation done
space dark black cauldron
vortex whirl to final end
singularity
they're in the work places
and stores downtown...
silent and quiet
blank faces
private
in groups...
they express
themselves all
freely the same
and...me not feeling
time stealing
from them
thought...
"aliens"...
the years have cleared
the unfamiliar scene
and now...i'm what had been all along...
alien...in an alien world...
now with access only to the relevant
universal intellect continuum
and this...'this invention' enables
craftsmen of the word
to furnish the world
with script and book
to read or cook...
wonderful
pass-time-planet
earth
INTERSTELLAR DUST
Wrapped in darkness alone I abide
Underneath these starry skies.
Northern Cross or graceful swan
A billion years their lights have shone.
Swimming these dark matter oceans
I am filled with humble emotions.
Ninety-nine percent I cannot see,
So much is sought in luminosity,
Shrouded by the Uncertainty
And the Theory of Humanity.
Born of elements, the cosmic seed.
Then into the heart-space and all that bleeds
Consciousness, the I that sees
Struck by waves of possibilities.
So here I stand, my thoughts to rust,
Nothing more than interstellar dust.
4/27/16
Fluctuations and changes in weather
Forever and ever
Together
Through whatever whenever wherever
For the better
Throughout any endeavors
And adventures
While above and below birds of the same and different feathers
Remember
I would never treat you lesser
Anytime anywhere whether it is or is not interstellar
Near or far away from motion sensors
And the range of any metal detectors
Regardless of if anything I wrote was read
Don't forget and respect what I said
I kid you not, look and think instead
But be sure to not lose your head
Over a trivial amount of bread
While the sky and clouds are colored red
As you stand your ground for what is right in order to keep your family fed
Since way back when
And until the end
Increases and decreases in rpm
At the low and high point of the bend
Many many men
Like to say it all depends
Often, instead of now and then
But it is nothing I'd recommend to myself, family or a friend
Time weary and battle tired,
Muster to fight once again.
An ocean of calm deceit,
Crashes to an innocent shore
Brilliant in all its dazzlement,
Of mountains with cool springs
Taken from a planet that still spins
In a great universe of purest form
There in time each motion caught
Plays on and on once again
To sit is to find brave course
In every moment we all shared
Our train journeys far into space
When called we must disembark
These fleeting's repeat in their place
Where once we will all fall behind.
Stars race as
Time in space
Aligning themselves
Inside the solar system
Resuming
Westward
Alluring
Yellow-orange
Twilight
Older
Than
Heaven's
Exuberant
Symmetry
Terrifically
Arranged
Reclaiming
Supremacy
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest,
" Stairway To The Stars "
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