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My incredible!
Almost edible!
Infrared and, well,
Ultraviolet!
Full of warmth and light -
Gorgeous, timeless sight
Taking mind on flight
To the never-land.
Your blonde hair swings down
On your velvet gown -
In you voices drown,
Like in concert hall.
Unbelievable!
Inconceivable!
Sun will rise and fall
On your gorgeous soul.
My enchantress, you!
Giant eyes of blue
Like a cloud that flew
Over turquoise skies
Singing melodies
Of the galaxies
Ending fallacies
And becoming wise.
Gentle like a dove,
You are queen of love -
I can't get enough
Of your tenderness!
Goddess of the sea!
How you sing to me
How I long to be
In your soft caress!
Cherry blossom, you!
All that's good and true!
Pink and white and blue
Like a carnival,
Like a rainbow, free!
How you spell-bind me!
How I long to be
In your darling soul!
In your love I'll swim
And your voice will sing
An eternal hymn -
No regret at all!
Inexorable!
Most adorable!
Uncontrollable!
Unforgettable!
purposelessness
in the unconscious
meaning
springs from within
in
abstract
messages
an inward
vitality
unfettered
beyond
boundaries
a mystery
of meaning
transitory
isolated
an inner
need
made
outward
an impulse
of
innovation
uttered
with
maturity
complex
in line& motion
improvised
impressions
melodic
in composition
vibrations
in
lyrical
light
circles
eclipsed
innerlich
etched
in an infrared
glow
soul
to
soul
Peering beyond reach of human capacity
I revolve around the sun in a solar orbit,
Looking deep in space for origins of bygone
Going way beyond anyone has ever gone,
Exploring unknown world of astronomy
Searching light from first stars and galaxies
Traversing back in time where it all began,
Forming our universe after the Big-Bang.
Some 13.6 billion light-years my eyes reach,
Studying evolution, formation of galaxies,
Vast, colorful, mysterious shapes and sizes,
Eying origins of life and planetary systems
Probing, discovering, unfathomable infinity,
For one light-year equals six trillion miles~
A feat, only for the confidence of audacity.
I capture images spectacular to every sight,
Viewing light that is invisible to human eye
Locating nebulae, gas planets, dust clouds,
Collision of galaxies where stars are born,
Traversing back in time where it all began,
Probing galactic universe~ terra incognita.
No longer a phantasy, I am real as can be,
An eye of science and a mind of curiosity,
Intellectual tenacity and proof of ingenuity,
In acumen and wisdom of Astrophysicists,
I am the bold vision of infrared astronomy,
I am the flight vying hypnotic destination
Buoying on wings of scholarly inspiration.
Much is yet undone, for I have just begun,
Orbiting diligently until my work is done,
Until dreams become reality of my mission.
For insight into creation, I am the ray of hope~
I am the James Webb Space Telescope.
August 28, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Terra Incognita
Note: NASA launched James Webb Telescope on December 25, 2021.
Images are being released starting July 12, 2022.
You can view the spectacular images at: Webb.nasa.gov
Webb is an international program led by NASA with its partners
European Space Agency and Canadian Space Agency.
My dumbwaiter thoughts circle
beyond dumb tongue,
nummed by the enigma of autistic brilliance.
Now that I only see in infrared spectometry.
If I am eclipsed by the pre morrows dusk,
the impending vise, gripped in your sojourn.
What do I be, what is left of my journey done.
A flaccoid doll left out in your storm
in your subduing gauntlet thrown,
Queen of the Stormborn,
Rider of Dragons, come.
What then is the cast of shadows for,
the White Walkers of the North?
While you dance in my marrow
as unattainable scorn.
To have your cold-snap lull me to death
and jar me back to life.
A tempered oscillator of hapless bulwark,
a still-born of your broken water
left in the care of the Angels
and whisked to God's Holy Throne.
In my delusions of warped moonbeams projecting phantasms upon my minds fantastical means.
Who takes care in the packaging,
in the warning labels in the free falls
into livewire nets or none at all.
To be but a pilfered statue in Life's Adventure of you.
Where do damaged wings go for the impossible mend.
Where does the haughty breath go of endless debris blowing winds.
I am but screaming in digital,
the dark spectrum of light at rainbows end.
In needy nite
I pray the hardest,
as I walk
I am a cloud on the run,
a faceless gasp awaits
my every twist of the tongue-
it is here,
in the sun,
where we are rung,
when we are fun
and enjoyed in a lump some…
Being in heat is
such grave emotion-
such that I estrange from
just to be different,
to be alien,
in every absorbing encounter...
But the leak becomes pensive
the more I devour.
Being it monster or beast,
I define things in a shower,
because the later you start to lead,
the more you will scowl,
but at the dangerous dock,
I cower,
break nose,
and invent a stare,
doing it for the weed,
and for the pair,
family is walking and talking
but I remain out-there,
on drugs-
and totally bear.
So where to go-there?
On page, with glasses and hair?
It's 4:20 pm and I'm awake and infrared,
implosive, and scared
of catching a chair,
upside down,
with a nose and a stare-
will I or will I not be out-there?
Is the question to be impaired,
because now I have care,
for many years I have prepared-
...coming in a jump,
I am going to leap,
into the song,
and sing lead.
she leans back and points bare toes at clouds
chains creak their rhythmic squeak, hypnotic loud
taken aback, her hair sails slipstream flung
downstream freedom for a moment hung
in mid-air - earth's force gives up its grip
hands sweat, hold tight, they cannot slip...
underneath, grave ground drops and falls away
above, a fraction weightless, she holds sway
swing's song suckle drugs her hungry mind
lids close, sun glows infrared behind
pushed ahead, prow barges coldest breeze -
heady heights drop back to life's sleeze- tease
whistle warns soft shots across neck's nape -
a tug towards untimely no escape
pendulum head, concave waver rocks it
self gives way to backbone's growing grit
back or forth, the dipper croons reprieves unbought
no more a cradle - ladle, once more sought
after - alter course - alter - falter, first
of all, go back, bold, and slake high spirit's thirst
looming dark dips her fears in far off stars'
molten matter - fired white hot globes unbar
eternal flames, external spin as atoms swim
in ether - her thoughts burn bright just for Him
now's the time, now's the place, blown up sky high -
now's the time to kiss the shattered sky.
5th March 2019
Aqua Marine.
"Righteousness and Peace - they have kissed each other. " ( the connection of the two will be as evident to all as is the close association of affectionate friends...) Figuratively, a kiss could represent a demonstration of respect and devotion, and often served as a token of affection.
Yesterday cliche of a colored rainbow.
The archaic arc is a banal kitsch, too low.
Poets.... they don't stop using it although.
It's just optical science....no hologram show.
The hackneyed story... 'sun meets rain'.
The 'love' seen for years... again and again.
A tired metaphor.. nothing new to explain.
That pot of gold mocks.... the 'gays' in pain.
The VIBGYOR chroma has had long monopoly.
Poets of tomorrow....please search other simile.
Colors are now cold... don't hold them clammily.
Beautiful?!!..Oh.. Boring, ..Depressing actually.
Let's dig some Ozone holes in the sky.
How does it matter?
We'll see Ultraviolet...
We'll see Infrared...
Who says it's a disaster?
Let's turn, Black and White', the pretty colored laughter.
Don't let that shining visual smile live happily ever after.
31st October ,2018
Entrapped with Wires
Hands bound behind my back
Enslaved
The wires go on for miles
Covering every inch of our city
Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement
Our happy little friend??
NO
WE
Like a dog on a short leash
Tugged by its master
Controlled
By the flicker of light from the fillament
Are we now but 0's and 1's?
Turn it off
Live!!
Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination
They have found me here in my safe refuge
The world's end and innocence is due to our undoing
I am their prisoner
I shout for someone to rescue me
BUT
The noise of Traffic
Blocks
The sound of my tears dripping
Honking away those little monsters
Gasoline chompers
leaving their waste
Which harms us
Oil from the dead
Is what fed them today
Poisoning the air
Like fish gasping on land
The Result: Dead like the oil
We'll be buried in the ground
Where
The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets
Like it has every inch of the underground
Infrared signals
Dance across the sky
Our invisible enemies
Blistering
Cooking flesh for human consumption
Ironic
The cancer eats us from the insides
This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge
for something pure
Smog
Devil's breath
Hot
The stench is unbearable
OH Gaseous Death
You billow from the smoke stacks
Licking Away layers of the Ozone
Earth
The universe's ice cream
A treat that used to be sweet
But now after years of abuse
Turned out to sour
How long will we last?
Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast
* / // *
* * Moon * //
\ Stars - Galaxies
// Infrared exposures *
A supernova explosion
* See the universe as a whole \\
// An exciting exploration of space
)) ((
** > - (*) - < * * //
* )) ((
* * Notice the star in the center *
// Beauty from the starry sky
* Heavenly - Stunning
\ * Solar system * /
Gigantic
/ * Dust and /
gas *
* \\
* *
*
// /
03.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.