Long Gravity Poems

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Premium Member Time Bomb

Has the new year brought me love,
Or just more solitude and misery?
    Can it give a glimpse of happiness,
    That's not inclined to a forgery?

I suppose that time will be the monitor,
As days, weeks, and months become the year.
    Yet I am left to wonder and inquire,
    Towards the pace, fast or slow, that I fear.

Often, there's a fuse to trigger an explosion,
Though it is difficult to know if it's been lit.
    So while the seconds tick away in anxiety,
    The minutes blow right on by and won't quit.

Such is the nature that time possesses,
Whether expanding or contracting in space.
    Not to mention all the bending and gravity,
    It's no wonder it can blow up in one's face.
Form: Quatrain


Halo and the Horn

The halo and the horn
To know love,
I gaze upon the night sky,
majestic trails of cosmic colours,
left in the wake of the spiralling comets.
In perfect harmony they rolled through the heavens,
a symphony of blazing lights,
inspiring the cold hearted, 
bringing life to the lifeless.
The journey
Of those comets,
hope, happiness, sadness and despair.
They sailed alone,
there paths so close,
Yet galaxies away.
pulled together 
by the gravity of celestial bodies around them
both orbiting similar paths,
mirroring each other,
Until the connection...
There lines were to cross.
Like words written long ago
the halo and the horn will be one.
Now the path was laid,
the collision close,
many to be present.
The son in the sky,
people upon the ground
and mothers everywhere.
In peace they continued ,
Joining as one
Entwined and fixed
Circling round like dragons dancing 
Together in unison they flowed
Eternal and magnificent,
they were gazed upon.
For a life time 
Spent in the heavens
Did neither know happiness 
Until together.
Form:

Premium Member Fancy-Free

What does it mean, the saying, 'fancy-free'?
   Perhaps, like Nature's pure tranquility...
unhindered choice to carry on, agree
   in simple ways that rule Earth's land and sea?

Blue skies and clouds that drift by so carefree
   while winding streams meander endlessly;
or animals that thrive instinctively
   without confines that plague humanity?

Is that the meaning of this 'fancy-free',
   or are those words mere wishful fantasy?
For even Nature's ruled by God's decree
   of order with His law of gravity,

that makes Sun tether Earth and guarantee
   she does not drift into eternity.
This 'fancy-free'...a dream or silly plea...
   to want to live life uncommittedly?


April 28, 2017
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Just Ranting

Not all addictions are negative.
For instance, I am very fond
of breathing.  A cool sip of water
on a bake-day break.  Walking tandem
in the moonlight.  Romance and poetry
seeming as important to my health as good
blood flow and a rich bowel movement -- 
somehow all looped in a complex
biology.   

What I feel in my mind as important
as my other senses.  What is taken 
from the outside, categorized and
stored internally.  I have many shelves
for keepers, interactive and those in 
saving repose. The mind, a chemical, 
electrical alchemy of sorts.  Transforming
perceptions into ruling currents
that ebb and flow as do the earth’s
seas.  I guess, gravity reaches deep,
to my way of thinking lays down and lifts, 
enlarging science.  I see a Creator, behold a loving 
heart dissolving that apple-distance between
a mythical garden and my living room.  The
ancients called them gods, we scoff while defending
our guardian angels.  Reality is also thought I think; 
more than the process somehow our views a dimension
alive.  In my later years becoming more aware and fondest 
of an interloping, spiritual Sixth Sense.  An imagined helium soul. 
Is death a burst of bubble, or soaring release? One’s life a nibble, or
all of the feast?

Pebbles Could Be Placed Upon Freckles

With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink,
those windows of yours are opening and closing
like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played.
Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere,
leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles 
could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles 
of autumnal leaves, crunching and burnt amber, could form 
steps upon the arch of your nose. Perhaps swimming against tears
upstream, leaping with rainbow salmon, I might reach the 
precipice of your eyes. I could scale down branches bowing, from 
fringe and eyebrows, lowering myself onto your golden lids. 
Those doorways to nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere, see
the future ebb and flow into a momentary present, with
visions hidden under a lock-and-key past. Those eyes of yours
I could dive into, like gravity plucking fruit from a vine.


Premium Member Drawn To the Graves

Drawn to the graves

Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment
festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route

In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture
an ancient drill grinds away carbon in my father’s grave

Gravity certainty narrative German post war collective
guilt betrayal crimes against humanity ‘we only followed’

Orders commands yet propagated propaganda and demise
a generation later my prerogative to look away falls by

The wayside on the path to Auschwitz the stench the cries
train tracks total war extinction ‘Lebensraum’ final solution

My officer dad a cog in the wheel just a soldier or willing
perpetrator and I too am getting longer in the tooth of time

‘What did you do what did you not’ and on a map in the
cellar times and postings little flags of when and where

I cannot avoid the void any longer and my atrocious search
for atrocities smoulders at boiling point and the search is

On for the roots which must be exposed from gold fillings
extracted to knowledge before cavities lie filled with pain

Might be covered with exposure of who I am as my father’s child

Premium Member Hoodwinked

blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff

	that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him

		decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch


on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea

	swirling foam covered his soaked quest for direction

		but all side of escape seemed to be covered in spindrift


the journey so far had been kind yet now he was helpless

	a flock of puffins shouted ‘move at your perilous fancy’

		they mocked the traveller now for past transgressions


‘if only I had taken a different route’ he roared in despair

	‘should have stayed closer to the confines of my home’

		he regretted that he exposed himself for adventure


he nestled the silver chain that suspended the time piece

	prayer beads on his lost mind and clouds with no lining

		puppet strings attached to every conceivable move


one wrong step and he would free fall and instantly crash

	shatter into reckoning under the impact of judgement

		join the underworld without reprieve and atonement


a beacon of meaning in waiting he felt thorns of wild gorse

	it smelled like coconut sun lotion on a beach of no return

		maybe he could hold on to the scratched withering soil


in the thicket of memories and tribulations he was not aware 

	that his corrosion had positioned him on a stacked rock

		surrounded by the ocean beyond measure of safety


he listened to the ticking time bomb in his scorched hand

	resolved to accept the verdict with no leave to appeal

		surrender and throw caution to an all knowing wind


just then a tornado lifted him up into a sky full of pressure

	defied gravity as an appropriate response to lost choices

		wondered whether he joined seagulls or the call of a dolphin


eternity transcendence and levitation ensued in split seconds 

	of fragmented solutions of high waters and heavenly respite

		maybe he had lived his whole life for this moment of bliss


turbulence and commotion tore away the camouflaged mask

	revealed his true persona as feet touched the very same spot

		sleepwalking had taught him another lesson of letting go


19th May 2020
Form: Persona

Premium Member Weird Science

* Weird  Science *

With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind, 
for not caring over the objectives  principles of the Heisenberg?

You passed  each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots 
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast 
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string

No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity

God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.  
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain! 
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims

Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific  quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.

By; P.D.            ( LOL, I love Science )

Premium Member Our Sun and Moon


Where would we be without our Sun and Moon;
     each holds us safe in space among the stars.
Held fast by our Sun's gravity, we spin,
     while our pearl Moon controls the shift of tides.

The sunrays feed the growth of trees and plants-
     as well as bringing us both day- and night,
whereby, our Moon casts light on land and sea;
     each phase helps to direct all life on Earth.

Our Sun and Moon create much bliss and love; 
     we yearn for sunny warmth and fun-filled days-
and moonglow sets romantic scenes for love,
     as couples walk beneath soft, mystic beams.

Without our Sun and Moon, where would we be?
          But for their part- no joy of life we'd see.

     
May 26, 2020

~3rd Place~
Contest: Brian's Choice 11
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/1/2020

Unrhymed Sonnet- Written in Blank Verse
Form: Sonnet

Flying Out

I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when I am photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I've gone.
One step wrong and I'm
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle  my wide  eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I'm  on a double gold helix,
Spider on  her web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,

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