Long Astral Poems
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In my plan to traverse among wondrous astral vistas
there is only one blemish that could create a calamity
to endanger my exploration; my voyaging enterprise.
My fate awaits, for the celestial stars have a protector...
A sentry, luminescent at night, veiled by light of day.
A lovely lady whose glowing face is a visage to behold.
To you, supernal ruler of heavenly skies and sea tides,
I offer this plea. Do not banish me from your domain,
but if you offer this gift, I will be humbled and grateful,
remembering that I once flew across the galaxy with you.
Please be kind, haloed moon, do not dampen my hopes
with pernicious thoughts that I would ever harm the stars.
You guard the stellar bodies, and I mean them no harm
for they supply the stardust that nurtures my dreams.
Shine your silver glimmers along the path I should take.
I will gather their falling glitter and then be on my way.
10/23/20 ~ Eight Word Challenge 11 Contest
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Words appearing in order: traverse, astral, blemish,
enterprise, sentry, visage, dampen, and pernicious
The whole Cosmos delights in night dreaming,
Where Sun and Moon entwine in astral projection.
The Cosmos listens to the sky's calling,
Knowing we're part of this great connection.
The forest presents green variety,
For which Moonlight holds great reverence.
Each tree and leaf beckons true piety
As Sunlight shows its high benevolence.
Have you ever felt the Blue Moon's grace,
Or lain beneath the entranced Full Moon?
The sky smiles with Moonlight's magical face,
Shining through the soft trees aligned and tuned.
Healing oneself in nature's vast kingdom
Is to restore the self to wholesomeness.
The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges of timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face.
In the passion sea of my yearning the rapture waves
shine like swirling sapphire of your smile illumined.
With the magnetic moonbeam lattice of your charm,
its sparkle splashes on my essence entwined.
As the pristine patina of the florescent flowers
flushes fresh your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
glittering with seraphic grandeur of pearls,
mesmeric melody wraps the meadow of my mind
where I “hear these hibiscus hymns”
in the ether of encompassing euphoria.
In the scintillating stream of zooming zephyr,
as you drift away unconcerned past me,
and blow a devastating storm of indifference,
my fervor is fragmented in the debris of delight.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the chromatic contours of your charm,
I carve an ardent conduit of yearning to reach you.
The fervent cloud of my captivating craving
melts in an endless torrent of engulfing emotion
where you disappear under the waves of despair.
Wandering listless in the desiccated wasteland
of the waning memory of divested longing,
my tear drops roll in relentless lyrical rhythm
on the dismal domain of melancholy
where once “I kissed the opera octave”.
I now hear the emotive echo of the last song
you sang for me, fading away forgotten.
You’ll never know, deprived of your love
in the downhearted time,
“the song my soul never seeks”.
The dulcet dawn veneers my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore.
The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent diamonds of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
my heart feels your allure, in the ether of euphoria I float.
In the vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving melts in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Pulled by the current of your charismatic magnetism,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves the lattice of stars in my sky,
with their sequins you beautify my life to complete me.
Caught in the fabric of darkness, where stars crown the ages,
You wander through the deserts of oblivion, with a flickering torch in semi-darkness.
You tread on paths unknown to the footprint of man, a guardian of mysteries,
The wind whispers secrets to you over the ocean of thoughts, revealing hidden treasures.
The night becomes an anthem, a symphony of silence that ascends in the cosmos,
Scenting the ether with lunar rays, blossoming with violet flames and silver murmurs.
You are a witness to ephemeral revelations, a choir that weaves time with divinity,
A keeper of tranquility in this unshakable sea, anchored among the waves of stars.
You hold the key to unwritten secrets, in the depths of the astral-adorned sky,
A traveler of the Milky Way, in the light that births altars of honor and sincerity.
Your trembling light lets astral whispers slide upon your shoulders, recounting your saga.
And you step through the silent portal, where silence guards the eternal resting place.
Cloaked in the celestial mantle, sewn from the uninterrupted flow of rotating stars,
You wonder in the sanctuary of the universe, with a heart burdened with questions, why does night reign?
A comet flies amidst your dreams, and in your eyes, galaxies intertwine their destinies,
Your verses flow gently, like a river of pure light, where time does not leave its mark.
The horizon transforms into a cosmic cathedral, starlight becomes your secret altar,
In the vastness of this interval, you and the night are an echo, a mysterious song.
Under the canopy of the starry sky, with the soul of an explorer, in eternal and endless search,
You breathe the celestial dream, this ode to the universe, in forgotten twilight, and you are in the night, understood and lived.
Galaxy of Crystal
Reader of star stories – far flung destinies
Enclosed within a midnight crystal dome
Filled with flecks of leftover stardust
Cosmic plane of star-crossed constellations
And dust storms of the lost transcendent light -
Clearly sees through falling astral luminaries
And hopes tossed up for the first twilight star;
A gypsy crossing galaxies of interstellar legend –
A woman with starry vision clad in nebula silk
Woven from threads of spiraling chambers -
Knocks at a door with no handle
Star princess – celestial royalty – spends the night
Leaving bits of stray star clusters
To enchant the eyes of a dream child
At the stargate of the dusky etheral.
Thank you Line for your inspiration. I missed the contest but your theme set me spinning into a celestial wonderland!
UFOs, Telepathy, Automatic Writing,
Astral Travel, Near Death Experiences,
These were the things I read when
I was a child.
When I was a teenager, I learned
That biographies and autobiographies
Are fascinating. Then I got into mysteries.
They are the chocolate caramel to my
Reader’s palate.
As a young mother, I gave up reading
Completely, because I was too busy
Watching Sesame Street and Electric
Company, because my children did
Not want to watch it “by myself”.
I do not think I read a book for
Fifteen years; maybe one, but
That’s a maybe. Now my children
Are grown, and I am pleased
To say I can read anything I
Want.
I have a Kindle; you can store
Books on it. I have about two
Hundred books stored. I
Looked at them recently.
UFO’s, telepathy, and astral
Travel are right up there
In the mix. So are Near Death
Experiences.
It’s funny that my reading
Tastes have not changed all
That much in the past
Fifty years.
I think we are who we are,
And when we find that out,
We know what we want to
Know, and do what we want
To do. Anyway, I’m certainly
Guilty of that.
I laugh as I reach for a
Biography, feeling more
In touch with my thirteen year old
Self than I have for a long time.
Shall we be carried away like fish,
or a bird scooped up from a pond of sky?
Will winged creatures of mythical belief assemble
at one synaptic point, just for each sudden death?
Will we go hot and heavy,
or coolly into the flowing bright,
or into both darkness and light
carried by one nose or ear hair,
or a blood drained toe,
baldly bawling or sweetly serene?
Perhaps departing tethered to a rippling back,
between silver moth wings singed
with a fiery transcendence
as we scorch through astral drapes?
The cold side of the moon may open
as a pure Day-Lily; a clerking ghost
busily writing our years of last words.
At pieces or peace among the white satin lining
of funeral flowers we will either appear or disappear,
once more boxed snugly in
against infinity.
I know you are my twin flame,
For we are exactly the same.
I knew who you were before you came.
Since we met, my life has not been the same.
I feel you are my twin flame,
But sometimes it seems you don't feel the same.
I feel you and I can love each other without shame,
But sometimes you act like it's all a game.
I sense you are my twin flame,
Because I now realize all the ways we are the same.
I sensed your identity from a dream in which you came,
Because in the astral plane our souls are indeed the same.
I believe you are my twin flame,
Just as I believe in the end we are all without blame.
I believed in true love with you even before you came,
For my soul always knew you and I have always been the same.
Split Wide Open
The world of God’s miraculous,
Imbedded deep with creation’s love,
Split wide open
With the lightning of grace
Fragile shells of human bondage
Cannot contain their foolishness,
Nor feathers in the whirlwind
Neither dandelion seeds
Of crystal puffs - dizzy imbedded joy -
Uncontrollable laughter explodes,
On paths of effervescence,
Yearns to burst through
Frozen crusts of icy shame
Freezing clods of unexplainable remorse,
Floods in the wilderness of unworthiness,
Little bits of serendipity,
Untamed marvels – let loose -
In mystical coincidence grow
No fruitless plains,
No impotent fertility,
Wandering hearts harvest wonder
In seeds redeemed from Eden’s scandal,
Shattered pieces of providence’ paradise,
A universe split wide open,
Plans and diagrams dissolve in astonishment
When eternal compassion bewilders logarithms
Astounds in surprises to marvel
At the fertile unbound universe
When two weary unsuspecting paths
Link outside astral planes
And touch the fingertip of brimming joy!
6-11-22
Contest: This or That
Contest Title: Split Wide Open
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh