Long Comets Poems
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After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Last palate uncleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
A star for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
The plain and the slack
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and turn
After Midnight
Lost vision relearns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—new eyes that believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
T i me
I’m a mistress to your fleeting cycles,
constantly constricting,
russet-deep pupils
that see the maroon rain~
veiled in honey and turmeric flames…
Today I lift my hands
in s i l e n c e
to spin pearls of prayers
from
strings of patience...
for I am my Sun’s~
your maternal daffodil
singing songs of solace
as you rise~
facing the unknown
nestled on the cusp of summer storms,
while the sky wears dazzling dreams
and answers you seek,
tensed amidst the tourmaline
twinkling along
the trail of thought…
Yet I hope
you'll trace seraphic streaks,
oblivious to the material mists.
Life goes beyond ink on paper~
calculating missteps,
evaluating errors.
We are more than specks of
sand and stardust,
sailing through streams
of lessons learned,
awaiting the return of winged comets~
for we are sleep-waltzing
through this sphere,
and to the angels,
we shall
r e s u me
So let the frost of fears
and icy embers of terrors
thaw and melt,
rippling in waves of wisdom.
For you are more than a
prisoner to pages
of unresolved equations.
You are the constant, the sum,
the ultimate key to the paradox.
Remember~
my love for you
weighs heavier than
trinkets and treasures…
You are~
the rhyme to my sonnet,
the reason to my rhythm,
the muse that prompts me,
and I breathe,
and I live
to be your
twilight
when the world
forgets that
you
are
an ethereal star,
brighter than the rosiest dawns.
Before the mountains learned to rise,
Before the oceans found their tides,
Tiny travelers crossed the night,
Carried softly on cosmic light.
Particles born in distant stars,
Wandered far beyond the scars
Of ancient suns that burned away,
Leaving whispers in their wake.
They drifted through the silent deep,
Where galaxies and comets sleep,
Until the Earth, with open skies,
Welcomed them to a new sunrise.
They settled in the soil below,
In rivers where the wild things grow,
In every leaf and every stone,
Planting seeds yet to be known.
Through countless years they changed their form,
Enduring calm and weathered storm,
Becoming roots, becoming rain,
Becoming life again and again.
Within each heart, within each mind,
Their stellar fingerprints we find;
A hidden story, old and vast,
Connecting future to the past.
And from those fragments of the skies,
New dreams awakened, opened eyes.
What once was dust in endless space
Became a voice, a name, a place.
So when we seek what we may be,
Look upward to infinity—
For every wonder yet to bloom
Began as stardust finding room.
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
J.A.B.
"You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.”
A gentle mist
billows above the man-made pond
that spawns a rippling
sorrel-dusky brook
that ebbs and widens as it becomes
a river.
The runnel is dark rust colors,
it is restful but unquiet,
as its flow
softly murmers.
The tributary sits next to a parking lot.
A car's yellow-
white headlights
are bright orbs six feet
above the rivulet;
the lights
penetrate the early morning
as two approaching comets...
Hot water
pours into the tooth colored tub,
it rises;
Irish feet
with puffy soft ankles
step into the bath,
the knees bend
as the hands grasp the tub's sides-
she plops heavily
into the bathwater,
she thinks that the thud disturbs
the tenants below...
never a sound from them.
Her legs curl in Indian style,
the warmth comforts...
The river, yes, is restful;
and twisted, bent branches of trees,
thin, small and dove brown,
adorn the dirt banks,
reach over the rill-
they are knowing spectators...
and she soaks,
and she becomes cleaner;
she levitates, like the aurora's brume...
The river winds
throughout the towns and cities in which she walks, before the sea captures...
it is in some places
shallow, she can see the sandy bottom
is the tint of sunshine;
the river
seems to always be near her...
and the river brings her home.
January 1, 2022
Despair that pulls me down like gravity
(like a black hole that eats up all matter)
and leaves behind a hollow cavity:
O God! My void's so great I'll just shatter!
I can't seem to escape this emptiness,
this giant hole in my sad, shipwrecked soul
which starves for bliss, for that long lost happiness
now thick and heavy like the pitch of coal.
But, like to the star that explodes in death
to give rebirth to its third, solar span—
planets, moons, comets, asteroids, then breath
to all life on this Earth and then to man,
so God gives me hope through this second chance,
this blissful, happy, reborn circumstance!
1/14/16
Starlight gleaming
Just about each and every dark night and evening
Comets
Traveling faster than rockets
Above mineral deposits
And golden goblets
Black holes
Always trying to grab hold
Of any matter in reach, which is much more than a handful
Planets
In a void of space and pitch blackness
If it wasn't for the the sun, things couldn't live, do you understand this?
In a place so very galactic
It's just automatic
That it will turn and back flip
Sometimes being tragic
And others time being absolutley dynamic
Stars
Above farms and barns
Flashing brighter than any embers on cigars
If you want to make it far and live large
A path must be carved
Now why is there so much regard toward Mars
Never mind the answer is not that hard
Sattlelites
In constant orbit nearby, what I would call astral lights
And way above castle knights
Had to lead by example twice
During a substantial plight
So that things were handled right
By: Dalton Ogletree
~
Crystallized moon beams,
fractured light of endless desires
shimmer on you as our eyes meet
beneath a canopy of gemstone brilliance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
and your smile grants permission,
leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
our hearts in silent yearnings
Your skin, sweet of perfumed nectar
scents the evening in aromatic siftings
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the heavens
as we lay entwined on feathery grass
exploring each other amidst whispering winds
City lights twinkle, reflections on the bay,
unaware of our love, our moment
Leaves trickle to earth like tiny wings
as I gaze upon your silhouette,
mysterious against this velvet sky
Still beauty falls like summer rain
drenching my sight with you
A full moon stares down smiling,
happily enchanted by our movements
The distant horizon mirrors us,
lingering upward at your charm,
feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking deeper meaning as
you gaze down in hypnotic peering
Harmonic exhales sing in a sensual duet,
echoing through tree lined vistas
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
dampened by melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway,
while constellations dance,
effervescent patterns on an ebony abyss
A shooting star trails your murmured gasp,
comets collide within, intensely exploding,
illuminating our endless dreams
Simultaneous sensations glisten,
ecstasy quivers in stardust sprinkling
on our hearts as the evening blushes
in the shade of love
~
I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,
you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded tulips in
life's regal-black psalms;
mon cherie, I wish for stars
to sequin your shimmering
wine soul and cradle comets
of faith in your fate,
as, rubies glazed with honeyed
hibiscus and nectarine
daisies will be my pink muse,
forevermore true;
afterlife shall foretell our
lavender soliloquy
of celeste romance, whipped in
soft beige affection,
and your coral spirit will
eternally emphasise
cherry letters as tokens
of swan-shaped twin flames.
Written: July 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Daniel Henry Rodgers
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I've locked this dark, borrowed shore, Flee this acid-clogged floor.
I guard the vault of my pain, I'm the phantom at your pane.
Cold starlight marks a sharp track, Break from this blind void of black!
I smash the chalice of shame. Escape this specter of blame!
This pristine sanctum stands tall, Smite this driftwood into drawl.
Warped in a speedball slipstream, before this shape-shifting dream.
No liquid spirit shall steal. My eternal cosmic seal.
I steer through galaxies deep, wake from this deceptive sleep!
I smash the siren's black crown. Cast this madness to the drown!
I chart the comets of truth, Reclaim my stolen, raw youth!
The silver slivers weave fate. Rip the fabric of this hate!
A fearless breach clears the sky. Healing wrecked space could imply.
I break from all grips of woe, and leave the strap chains below,
I cast out the shroud of shame, to chase the comet's hot flame.
Trials spur my spirit higher, to chisel out my doused fire,
I weave my nerve through the night, the advent from darkness-light.
I carve paths the stars design, stride their fire on threads divine,
I rise to meet stars above, crown my path with graceful love.