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O vast unbordered sea of fire and silence,
we lift our small blue voice to you.
From a turning stone wrapped in breath and cloud,
we send this trembling greeting.
You who scatter diamonds in endless night,
who spin the slow waltz of suns and shadows,
receive our wonder.
We are brief, yet burning with questions.
In your deep, we learned distance;
in your darkness, we invented light.
Our bones remember ancient stardust,
our thoughts chase the paths of comets.
We have named your storms,
charted your patient constellations,
and still you remain—
mysterious as the first dawn.
Accept our gratitude for the elements of our making:
iron for courage, carbon for dreaming,
time for becoming.
Accept our awe, which never exhausts.
If ever our signals brush your farthest shores,
let them say:
Here lives a fragile species
that looked upward and felt less alone.
O Cosmos, cradle of beginnings without end,
keep us humble, keep us curious.
From Earth, with restless hope,
we greet you.
In the endless labyrinth, we lose our echo among the shadows,
Spirals of thoughts dance across the sky of forgotten dreams.
People become particles of smoke in the ocean of masses,
Estranged, voiceless, they seek light in the crystal darkness.
The ego becomes an altar of illusions, glass statues shining,
Trying to break the silence with the cry of a silent rainbow.
Wealth is a window to a horizon that doesn't exist,
Fame is just a falling star in the endless night.
We are drifting comets, seeking our path among dreams,
Mist flowers embracing the sky with a scent of melancholy.
In the symphony of silence, paradoxes sing their longing for light,
Uniqueness is a shadow, a dream of a common soul.
We paint galaxies of thoughts on the sky of a fragile reality,
Our flight is a fall into the arms of an infinite glass.
Stars weep silver tears in the twilight of a forgotten world,
We are sculptures of time, seeking our place in eternity.
Perhaps regrets sadly
Burn holes where pain forms
Even loving madly
Won’t stop these dark storms
Flaming comets burning
Souls joined two as one
Wanting, lusting, yearning
Fire that lit the sun
Dreamers, lovers thwarted
You were my soul’s light
Argued, angry, parted
Guilt paints that black night
Praying angels’ embrace
Wrap their wings ‘round you
Lonely silence replace
The love, once, we knew.
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March 8, 2018
Written for 88 Syllable Contest
Sponser: Joseph May
(a/c =3 words/2 syllables b/c = 5 words/1 syllable rhyme:abab)
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Time in shadows slips away
Like the sun to dusky grave
And there I find the vivid past
When sun in shadow melts at last
No shades of ardent grey
No stars to wipe the dark away
But time I know keeps secret pace
Beyond the utmost breach of space
And there at length is a place
Where memory lives and breathes today;
Perhaps tis madness it so seems
That in my mind a power beams
As though the spirit of a star
Burst and furled all its heart
And with a crush and sudden swoon
Of light upon the hills of doom
Its double iris then so bright
Entranced the world to sooth its plight
Like rays of frozen light do thaw
When hurled from the utmost air
As when Olympian eyes first saw
The love that sparkled there
Then in a vapor hurled round
A comet flashing to the ground
It struck between the jaws of gloom
And burned in me the thought of you
What thought as idle fancies may
A plaited robe to hide the dross away
For time is dross upon the heart
Which wearies most when it must part
To part alas no star may cry
As bright as lovelorn raving eyes
For I have stood upon the hills of doom
And in their darkness thought of you
But doom or darkness will not pass
Like time when wearied at the last
And men have shuddered at the quake
And all the spheres no music make
Some spark of star may ramble on
The ruins of some gallant sphere
Some comet burnt of icey bier
And with its flash revive the morn
There my mind with power strives
With thoughts like comets toward that light.
The stargazers got together
and spread a blanket out on the grass
of the lush and opulent lawn
Here, they all huddled together
astronomy addicted
they gazed as comets blazed
sad to see them fall
shooting stars
caught their eyes
but on the stars in the skies
constellation sewn
clustered or alone
The stars shone...
On these, they fixed their eyes
as they "oohed" and "ahhhed"
Celestially seduced- draw
It didn't matter
that some stars shone brighter
they all felt lighter
just being under star dusted canopy of night
This was their delight!
The starshooters were there
on an adjacent hill
they lost out on the thrill
grumbled and brewed
fumed and spewed
profanity at the lights
hanging high in the night
heaven's chandeliers
too bright they seemed
too dazzling and near
they were filled with fear
that the heavens would explode
so many stars...a heavy load
and so the star shooters
gathered their troopers
and aimed at the stars
Hoping to make them combust and fall
This would fill they with mirth
As stars collided with earth
Little did they know
stars couldn't be shot
Not by any old lot
They were meant to shine down
beauty and light
embellishing the night
with their wondrous light
a celestial delight!
The stargazers...now they
Well, what can I say?
They watched starworks at play
till night turned to day
and they then went on their way
Filled with delight,
What a sight!
Stargazer or starshooter
Tell me...
Which had it right?
Eileen Manassian
The term Starshooter is not my own. A super souper shared it with me the other day....I quite like it. Thanks!
He is like a distant aloof star
in this universe we all call our home.
A tiny insignificant star and so estranged,
he is but a flicker among billions
and billions of glittering entities populating endless skies,
always waning, and yet, in the evening shadows
ever staying - unassuming, solitary, and silent.
As he enjoys fading into twilight oblivion,
no one knows of his ambitions, history or preferences.
Unnamed to everyone, he enjoys his anonymity,
watching asteroids, comets, and the other stars around him
in deep azure nights - aware - feeling a peacefulness,
a kind of security in his own remote oneness.
For David Williams' Con / VowPoetry Contest
A crescent moon, shining it's silver smile in the midnight sky
so beautiful, yet so desolate and alone in the vast galaxy.
But, tonight I can see that she has found some company.
An enchanting fairy sits within the crescent
one bare foot dangles off the edge,
into the endless void of the black universe
the other bare foot rests on the moon's surface.
I wonder what that feels like?
Perched with her hands on her knees she gazes at Saturn's rings
watches the comets, with their glittering tails, as they fly by her.
The milky way, so majestic, as are the constellations
the stars wink at her and she reaches out to touch one.
I wonder what that feels like?
There is only the sound of silence way up here
no winds to blow her luminous blonde hair.
The heavens are calm on this night
as a few puffy clouds pass over the Earth.
This is her favorite planet to watch
you wouldn't believe how beautiful the blue oceans are from up here.
Each of it's cities have millions of lights glowing overhead
like a galaxy all it's own.
The wonders of this world aren't so wonderous from her view
so, once in awhile she flits her wings down here
to get a closer view of Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower.
Her favorite wonder, the Statue of Liberty
watches over a busy city, just as she watches from the moon.
While keeping her eye on things and embracing the moon's company.
She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above,
and a shadow was drawn with them
she let him make night
swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow
as a yawning black hole
revealed destiny
he made moons of breasts
the big bang started low
in on her belly,
the Louvre hung a milky way
under the pyramid of glass
she became another universe
rolled out as Tibetan prayer mat,
worshipped from the beginning
a religion of the ancients,
and demon in dark ages
comets shot to fizz
and suns burned
till Eve’s eternal blaze ended
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shimmering in black velvet
licking rice from suns,
I stoke the fires,
of the inferno
blowing the everlasting breath
smoothing meteors,
in the nuclear fusion of solar wind
but I am cold
shooting comets erupted
and dead stars were born
over and over
I craft a tide in astronomy
forever swathed in the blackness,
and around the pillars of creation,
as shadows ripple
along hem of Nyx,
my shoulders rest on hands Divine
In Wonderland's twilight, where shadows play,
Alice chased a rabbit, down a curious way.
The hole yawned wide, a vortex in the ground,
She tumbled in, and her world spun around.
Down, down she fell, through swirling lights,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a wondrous sight.
The air was thick with whispers, a gentle hum,
As she pierced the veil, and entered the cosmos' drum.
A wormhole's mouth, a swirling tunnel's might,
Sucked her in, and she soared through the celestial night.
Stars streaked past, like diamonds in the void,
As Alice's heart pounded, her spirit employed.
She met a lunar fox, with eyes aglow,
Who guided her through a secret galaxy she didn't know.
Together they danced, among the stars where they belonged
Their footsteps echoing,a step in a cosmic song.
They sailed past nebulae, vast and wide,
Gas and dust condensing, new stars inside.
Comets blazed, like diamonds in the night,
As Alice marveled, at the celestial light.
The fox led her to, a planet of dreams,
Where creatures of wonder, in harmony it seems.
They sang in chorus, a symphony so fine,
As Alice's heart swelled, with a love divine.
A being of light, with wings so bright,
Approached her gently, and shone with delight.
"Welcome, young one," the being said with a smile,
"In this realm of wonder, you'll find your own style."
Alice's journey, through the cosmos so grand,
Taught her of secrets, in this mystic land.
She learned of gravity's dance, and time's own rhyme,
As she navigated, the celestial rhyme.
The wormhole's exit, a swirling gate,
Deposited her, in a world so great.
A realm of wonder, where magic's real,
Alice found herself, with a heart that could feel.
Though she returned, to her world below,
The memories lingered, like a gentle glow.
The strange world she discovered, her soul did yearn.
In a perfect world, we would love everyone,
our hearts would be open to all.
No ideologies would clutter our space,
our grievances would be small.
There'd be no prejudice, no ego trips,
our thoughts would find common ground.
The color of our skin would be artists' hues
the most lovely mixtures around.
The skies would always be deep blue,
with balmy white clouds floating by.
Sunsets so lovely they would last all night,
with comets trailing fire in the sky.
The lion and lamb would be good friends;
they'd romp in the morning dew.
Soon they'd be joined by the other beasts
no fear of a terrible zoo.
A tree would grow from a single seed
blown by a soft summer breeze.
As ideas can form from a single thought
Forming substance in times like these.
But life isn't a fantasy tale;
nor a web of wishes loosely spun.
In truth, there is much we need to correct.
In a perfect world, we would love everyone.