Long Constellation Poems
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I trace the blushing texture
of smoked allure
with aching fingers,
fervent and blue ~
inhaling the intense incense,
exhaling the iron thorn
of love sabotaged
for I feel your hands ferociously
roaming my flawed frames
eager to taste the fragments
of the sunrise you seek
in hues of hostile gold...
while the tales within
your eyes reveal
the truth of my tongue
twirling and teasing
colors of confession
and amethyst reveries
stroking the weight of want
in soft butterfly ink blooms
kissing your fears
into fluorescence
bringing your armored spirit
to kneel at the altar of attachment,
glued to the crimson of craving,
as an inamorato trembling ~
struck by the fever of fixation...
there is no escape, O beloved
from this inexcusable
intoxication of passion ablaze...
longing has no logic to philosophize
and you are now sitting
imprisoned as an impassioned
Antony’s portraitist
upon Cleopatra’s pedestal
wedded to the edges of infinity ~
a torn canvas is two paintings
oblivious to the galleries of grief
as healing hums through walls
that feel the melodious mists
falling like rain of rippling roses
pulling and pushing nevermore
but soaked in the dews
of quivering seconds
tuning time through heartbeats...
we are dreamers of what would be
if the acrylic carves wounds
into an ineffable masterpiece
the dawn never asked for more than
a constellation
untouched and unmoved by doubt
the sun never questioned
the sands of sorrow
so melt these tears
into your sweet fire ~
breathe my demons
into your warm sky
release all resistance
you are no longer trapped, but free
in the arms of undeniable moonlight
engrossed in the perfumed spell
of wild heat ~
there is no threat in deep devotion;
love blossoms
as a sketched sanctuary
of softened colors and trust…
She went stargazing
in her dream.
As the light of the waning gibbous moon
washes out views of the dark night sky,
she and her lover stood transfixed,
their eyes filled with wonder
taking in the sheer beauty of it all!
There was so much to see and marvel at;
scintillating magic in the wide open
night sky; meteor showers emanate
a magnificent bright light.
They looked through the telescope
searching for the constellation Lyra the Harp
and the bright star Vega, hoping
they'll spot them overhead before dawn
'Twas a night and a dream
to remember!
Submitted for...
Strand Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/18/2020
Date written: 01/12/2020
# Walking the Land
I walk this land
inspired not by what I want from life
but by the constellation of possibilities
unfurling before me
I walk this land
driven by days yet unconquered
and by moments of feeling
raw
inexperienced
alive
I walk this land
guided by a child's smile
seeking wisdom in my eyes
that I'm still learning to find
I walk this land
carrying moments lived
tears shed
weakness embraced
no longer sorry
for being human
I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?
How do nature's elements
define my identity?
When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not reflect what they see.
I've seen petals blossom through concrete,
felt the turbulent tears of Everest's crumbling peaks
and I know
I'm no master of destiny, but I believe in fate.
As butterflies depart in the season of diversity,
I see green crumble from crimson to brown -
still they dance in the wind.
As the earth beneath me hardens
within the
secret garden of my mind,
weeds die, like frozen spirits.
I allow erratic winds to whistle,
as my soul sleeps silently,
unaware of the snowstorm
cold does not define me.
April showers soften sleeping meadows,
the fireball in the sky, hints upon his return.
I ponder how nature's palette will paint
her poetry upon this season's empty canvas
we all fall, but we keep the faith for re-growth.
The soul rejoices upon sight of the Gemini moon,
blooming through the constellation of twins,
adrift in tranquil warm air, under serene blue skies.
Surrounded by an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
their delicate fragrance, becomes my poetry,
an expression of character and personality
I ponder, maybe this is me.
Silent One
Simple musing
27 May 2019
If tomorrow had a name
That name it would be lonely
Then it could join all my yesterdays
They'd sit around and talk
Of all the if's and only's
If only I hadn't let it slip away
The stars would come out at night
And join in the conversation
With their reasoning slightly out of tune
It's hard to tell what's going on
In some distant constellation
Although they've heard the whisper of the moon
Time holds an emptiness
That pulls the plug on youth
Adding more sadness to the mix of sorrow
I ask the path along the way
What is there to do
With loneliness given the same name as tomorrow
Celestial Zodiac Jazz
In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the individual brilliance of the Universe’s soul jazz soul/
Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/
The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
The scarlet sun went down the halcyon horizon,
where the afterglow of the topaz twilight shimmered
upon the descending diaphragm of the onyx night.
The shining stars sprouted one by one in the milky way,
the cosmic dance of constellation began in the satin sky.
The grains of opaque darkness drizzled silently
from the curved cauldron of the bejeweled seamless sky.
Embroidered by sapphire the silky tapestry rolled out
from the cornucopia of the nocturnal exuberance,
as sequined stellar specks dissolved in argentine ambiance.
Serenading the song of her heart she floated like a fairy
through the mesmeric miasma of the cascading stardust,
to the recluse shore of the blue lagoon of my desire.
Unbound yearning danced on pearl-laced fervent waves
with the enchanting melody of her sonorous song.
The music of longing echoed in the sparkling sky,
resonating the rhythm of the symphony of her dreams.
The stars beckoned her song to the concerto of crescent moon,
as the waxing lunar lattice embellished the stellar tune,
resounding the refrain of the new beginning of our euphony.
Stars are flashing jewels of light
worn by angels, dripping sparkles
that hover within nights’ indigo skies.
Each stellar star is a heavenly diamond
carefully cut and crafted by the hand of God
cradled and held, as unique as a fingerprint
marking the lines of space and time.
Creator God set the stars in their courses
He knows each one by name
a shooting star rises, flares and bursts
it crescendos like fleeting fireworks
another star is set to become a part
of an interstellar constellation.
Every star is orchestrated to appear
within its own designated stanza
whether in a bright, intense chorus
or a quiet, wistful solo
each star has its unique pattern
and each star is a radiant reflection
of the majestic glory of God.
In the middle of the universe I stand
Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Ignores science and the sight of God
It burns out a little at a time to reach an expiration date
And contemplates what was
Just beyond the beyond, where nothing matters
The Bootes Constellation exists with "The Great Void"
A little to the right of this we sojourn to the nothingness
Deep space, great empty space, grand void within the void
When there, you start your journey back from perfect black
Traveling at the speed of light to find your way back home
It takes some time, 326 million light years to be exact
Starting out from any direction, to be precise
Would take millions of lifetimes to return you home
Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Like a burning eye it peers out into space
Ignores science and the sight of God
It burns out a little at a time and will expire
You cannot tell it what to do
It already knows the truth
There's nothing out there
So nothing matters
In the middle of the universe I stand
Hand in hand with God
And wink at the eternal darkness
Modified on 2/04/15 for – “In The Middle Of The Universe I Stand”- Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Verlena S. Walker
The lamp that invokes the dusk,
A splendid natural frisk,
Eccentric among the constellation of stars,
Concealing your char to the view from Mars.
Masking your beauty with the darker clouds,
Blushing away from the denser crowd,
Calming the Earth with the cooling rays,
The land that was warmed up in many ways.
Beetling in the sky,where none can arrive,
Thy captivating vision makes us revive!
Shattering the differences and detachments,
Entrusting, we are under the same sky of bondings and attachments
The enthralling "Prima Donna" of the lovely night, Thou !!!
To you, I make a bow !!!!