Long Cosmos Poems
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chill howls
slit needles
from firs
and steer whimsy puffs
to shade the moon
like accordion blinds
summer's last
dying gasps
just below the treeline
snippity
snap dragon
spits sparks
in the dark
doesn't threaten me
but don't want to be
run down by a grizzly
or chased by a moose
just want to be
here with Groot
and 400 Conejos*
you know
all those stone circles in Scotland
were fire rings for Giants
who sat there
pondering
their existence
like me, tonight
I was probably there
I just don't remember
but
I don't remember a lot of things
like what did I do to
be a free man who
feels least lonely
when he's all alone
I believe it has to do with
my twin flame
in an epoch romance
that rattled the cosmos
split trillions of atoms
and still
reverberates
look up above at
that upside down jewelry case
luxurious black velvet
betwixt all that twinkle-twinkles
it's all so vivid now
I live forever...
I could reach up
into that black glass
grab a diamond choker
and collar Venus
were I so inclined
(subjunctive case
if I "were"
not if I "was"
speaking proper
sounds so fuddy-duddy
yeah... I know)
fuddy-duddy me
I probably did
ya know...
campfire smoke and
400 Conejos
pair so well
dragon is growing soft
and blurry
his orange pot belly
slowly snoring
hissing
steamy streams
stings my tears
to feel
my life
yearning for life
I just want to be here
my back on this dirt
my head on this rock
with Groot
grizzly
moose
400 Conejos and
heaven staring down
glowing red dragon rolls over
spewing glitter
like exclamation marks
I hear you
but do I listen
Groot...
grizzly...
moose...
400 Conejos...
do you
do you...
listen to me
ok then...
In the whispering silence of a moonlit night,
where stars wink like old friends,
I drift along the river of my thoughts,
an unbound stream of consciousness,
Flowing through the landscapes of potential and purpose,
where dreams dwell like forgotten treasures.
Most of us,
shadows of our true selves,
live in shallow waters,
afraid to dive into the depths,
Creating busywork,
weaving webs of distraction,
as if afraid to face the stillness of our own souls.
Oh, how we toil, like ants in an endless march,
building castles in the sand,
Not because the work is urgent,
but because we do not know the art of being.
We are craftsmen of the banal,
architects of the mundane,
lost in the frenzy of doing,
When all we yearn for is to float,
weightless and free,
on the river of life,
to be carried by its gentle current.
Imagine a world where laziness is a virtue,
where idlers are the sages,
Where shaking off the chains of duty is a path to enlightenment,
To bask in the golden glow of a sunset,
to savor the sweetness of a moment unclaimed by time,
To relax into the embrace of existence,
to find joy in the art of simply being.
I do not preach a life of total inactivity,
for such would be a disservice to the soul,
But rather a life where each act is a dance,
each gesture a poem,
imbued with meaning and grace.
Let us not be prisoners of our own making,
bound by the chains of needless toil,
But the artists of our destiny,
painting with the colors of purpose and passion.
For in the quiet moments,
where the heart beats in sync with the cosmos,
We discover the true rhythm of life,
a melody that calls us to slow down,
to listen, to feel.
To be busy is not to live,
but to be alive is to flow,
to ebb and surge with the tides of meaning,
To find the balance between action and inaction,
to dance on the edge of potential and peace.
So let us embrace the wisdom of the river,
to be lazy in the pursuit of joy,
To be idlers in the garden of dreams,
to cultivate a life that blooms with significance.
For in this dance,
this flow of consciousness,
we find the essence of our being,
And though the world may rush around us,
we shall move with the grace of those who understand,
That the river of life carries us not to the shores of accomplishment,
But to the ocean of our own infinite potential.
Small we stand large with poetry and verse write about sun and sheer darkness
Rainfall comets and tides as a micro-cosmos in a world that lacks infinite words
Some throw in science philosophy intimate narrative disclose heartache or joy
We share love faith hope reason and feelings and take comfort in pencil and ink
A lotus flower evolves on the page with a fig tree or a violet rose covered in ivy
Spiders weave webs on dinosaurs’ spikes shielding honesty while the globe spins
Icarus melts as a Phoenix rises from vanishing ashes dispersed by Pegasus wings
A Unicorn smiles kindly for a Dragon to rest in the soul of our intricate minds
Embracing life’s vagary disentangling fallacies and truths we point to them both
Impermanent and miniscule we are part of a Universe and speak out for freedom
03rd July 2019
Witten for the contest on the theme of The Universe
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Beneath deep wells of stars and incomprehensible darkness,
Love has enveloped me like a wind from other worlds,
It arrived unannounced, like an angel lost in reverse flight,
Your breeze, a song that crowns times and ancestors.
Oh, traveler through seasons, who brings with you life's rebirth,
How could you rise in my heart like an unexpected sun?
You've bloomed dream gardens, gazing into your eyes, I lose law and measure,
And I wander, a prisoner in your mirage, amidst crowns of wild-grown springs.
You have been a mystery in the fog of the night, a presence that defies gods,
And with a single glance, you melted walls, you transformed a simple man
Into an eternal seeker on paths of infinity, after celestial signs.
I've stumbled on the rays from the depth of your eyes, paths toward unformed Edens.
What thin unseen thread has woven you into my essence?
What spell did you utter, what spell did you unravel, for now I am nothing but
A silent silhouette, blinded by your lights, a lone dancer at the ball of oblivion.
I am dust and I am infinity, I am storm and I am breeze at the same time.
In the sanctuary of my heart, you have slipped in, your footsteps eternal echoes,
And though you build in my mind pain and peace, chaos and cosmos,
My words tumble out raw and pure, forever living feeling.
In the language of the world, simple, earthly, I hear the echo in response - 'Do not forget: I love you'.
Why are these songs pitched the way they are?
Maybe because the vibrations are being sent
Out into space, as messages through sound waves.
Why does music today echo all its beats and vocals?
Maybe because the highest pitch soars across the stars,
Out into the Universe, as messages sent afar.
Why have civilizations always raised their hands to the sky?
Maybe because the longing for something more than here
Long ago disappeared, now we are here trying to reach what we lost.
Why does it seem we lost touch with the cosmos?
Maybe because the plan for our return to the heavens
Long ago initialized, and here we are trying to reconnect.
Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017
JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a
April 1 Berkeley California
Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago
I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times
Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways
Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience
Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s
The 60’s never died
They continue
In college towns
Across the world
And Berkeley
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution
Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Became mainstream
Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
Became mainstream
So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s
And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting
So, I salute
My homeland
Berkeley
The center of my universe
April 2 Lithia Springs
Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters
Soaking my pains away
Renewing my life
Renewing my love
As we both soak away
As the pain of life go away
And our love grows
With each soaking session
Life is good
At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us
And we fall in love
Again and again
Treated with respect and shared the light.
That I needed for enlightenment and insight.
To engage in this special scheme for shift forever.
From death to life, I grew most joyful and clever.
Thus, I can abandon my traditional perspective.
The skill to adapt to the freshman can be corrosive.
I am a work in bloom and a layer of a cosmic process.
For all, I'm delighted with this unbetrothed progress.
Is everything we perceive, then, gone forever?
I stood in the roar, a dream within a dream, is clever.
A piece of a shoreline battered by waves is in my grasp.
How slowly do the granules of golden sand clasp?
Written: June 1st, 2023
Serenity – From Fall to Freedom
A Ballad of a fearless teenage girl takes on a dare at a dangerous skate park, soaring through the air before a devastating fall changes her life forever. Years later, now a young woman bound to a wheelchair, she finds herself caught between two worlds—the harsh reality of her injury and the limitless expanse of her imagination. As city lights fade into stardust, she drifts into a realm where she can move freely, unburdened by gravity, her spirit untethered. In this cosmic sanctuary, she floats beyond sorrow, releasing the ghosts of her past.
Yet, even in reality, she refuses to be defined by loss. Strengthened by love and resilience, she carves a new path forward proving that true freedom comes not from movement, but from the boundless power of the mind.
But where will her journey lead?
Lyrics
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above or on my YouTube Channel)
In the sanctuary of sacred thoughts,
once more beyond the flickering line
where city lights bleed into starry skies
steel birds soar on winds sublime
Is it fated or forged by will alone,
choral voices sing
and sing to her alone
Serenity - Serenity
in an air of reprieve.
reality melts away,
where once deceived
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
Awash in colours names defy.
celestial cosmos of limitless sight
Will you grant her one more wish
eyes closed tight?
Sanction fantasy and reality's converge in flight?
Serenity - Serenity
In an air of reprieve.
reality melts away,
where once deceived
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
She floats—
adrift in cosmic skies,
releasing ghosts
swift as they arise
To weigh her down - no jaded eyes.
a brand new world of stardust smiles
Awash in colours names defy.
celestial cosmos of limitless sight
Will you grant her one more wish?
eyes closed tight?
Sanction fantasy and reality's converge in flight?
Serenity – Serenity, Serenity, Serenity, Serenity
Little Princess stands at the the wide garden gate
Looking beyond, longs for total freedom
Not understanding what could be her fate
In the wild open space, woods, garden plum
Where birds, Coyote, BobCats congregate
Or on the lane into town where fast cars
Hurriedly speed along, as if just out gate
But Cosmos, wise one, says what if trapped in jars
Contained within a limited space child
Same things to look at everyday, corraled here
Be thankful for freedom you have, one that's wild
Little one running to and fro even sees deer
Princess just can't understand repaired fence
Seems she might be just a little dense
Contest:Choices
Sponsor: Brian Strand
We can build an orrery
Yet turn the sky into a junkyard
We're abecedarian, quirky contrarian
Stare decisis from cosmic ovarian
Subaltern, suborbital
Small steps on the heavenly stairway
Pedestrian stardust walking around
Tariffing penguins to tear up the ground
But the stairway is spiral
And it's spiraling down
No escape from the gravity
Found all around
Eyes searching the cosmos
For myopic bliss
In a fallacy galaxy
Far from star-kissed
We're worst when we're first
At least in our mind
Quoting chapter and verse
From each tract that we find
On the ground underneath us
That shifts with each step
Tract's gotten infected
Yet onward we schlep
Each bearing the burden
Of truth stumbled across
When we can patch the thatch
On the roof that we've lost
In that storm of ideas
That threatened the shelter
We've built for ourselves
Unstable ideas full on the shelves
We've forgotten to look
For the beauty inside
While we're gathering dust
From under our feet
Instead of uncovering
What's come from above
While planting our hopes
In the promise of love