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Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
With no magnetic field nor atmosphere.
Wouldn't radiation rain down everywhere?
What physics are involved with explosions in space?
And what would be the outcome of the human race?
Would it completely throw our moon out of whack?
Causing major tsunamis or have they thought about that?
I'm no genius but I have simple common sense.
Explosions in space will make something happen.
That irrational greed for the power over all.
Most likely would become our final downfall.
I can't be sure if out there other life exists.
If it does, I'm sure they're having none of it.
I oft shooed thee as bird of barest brain,
No, ye do hide behind some talent rare,
Should a rare hand nurture ye to train,
Thine sense of shades I doubt any may share.
It is thine knack human commands to heed
That makes thee a bird of a choicest breed,
Thou ‘lone, O angel, canst call a Monet
From a Picasso, Peace pigeon, prized pet!
It was when I saw a huge flock of thee
Taking off from the ground at a command,
Swirling soon in a formation to be,
Showing off skills in flight, and to soft-land,
Thence to trap birds of rival fleet—what treat!
I know ye deserve discerning diet—
Of dry fruits and pure Indian ghee— a bit
Rich may it look — a long-corn and millet.
I never knew doves could be trained to tell
A human voice or whistle, and many
A hand gesture to return safe and well
To base, until I did thine talent see.
Thou hast the measure of magnetic field
Of Earth, to have a sense to know at best
Thine place in space with the power ye wield,
And to return spot-on to place of rest.
Those eyes hast more colour cones than us,
That thou canst see three times as many shades
As humans, making ye a bird so precious,
A pigment marked seldom from thine mind fades.
O thou, a perennial guest of my house,
I'd not shoo thee away- now that I know
Thou art not like that pesky pest, the mouse;
Yet hygiene's good habits ye ought to show!
And ye make every corner, every niche
In my house, and thine nesting place, a rage,
Thine maternity home all so hellish,
But, pray, a house is no home of garbage!
It's odd, we call thee a common pigeon;
Such rare credentials can't make thee common.
For nesting home, O thou a homing bird:
What made ye leave trees to like human herd?
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- Reflections | 03.01.12
Euphoria
Glimpses captured the stigma of delights
through the smiles, hidden and hide behind
the curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life
In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined
fastasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives
to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height
Often where the lashes whispered love dynamics
all through the depth, over the sand steps into
a dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick
Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides
to the predilection where it belonged for epochs
Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed
Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo
a gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill
of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speaklessly
More often startled, it traversed through all seasons
through the velvety mountains of remembrances
till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled.
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...
I can feel your warmth spreading out over me and the flickering rays from the sun stretching across the universe touching the inner core of its beauty and the morning smiling at me with dignity and love is flaming in your eyes.
I wasn’t sure which line to touch, both were crossing the upper crust, the magnetic field was so strong and the bubble that is bottled up within could last for a century, but I watched my emotion glides over the sea as I stretched out my heart to receive thee. It is that genuine smile that lights up the sky and bring us together in one place for the first time.
The anchor of the soul was not enough to contain the longing heart and so that gentle touch broke down the external barriers and at last wisdom could enter.
Oh passion of the sea, how much my heart yearns for thee, oh vision of the sky come and embrace me before my passion dies.
I can see the world standing in front of me with a giant ball bouncing at the four corners of the earth and no one wants to confront it before it explodes underneath the earth. My emotion is intact and dignity is walking up and down the track but the giant ball is about to explode if you don’t retrace and modify the code.
I have waited for hours for you to come and there was no sign of you waiting on the tarmac and time creeps slowly away forcing me to build my hopes for another day.
I lay amused in my own folly and wait patiently for the day to break, week’s transition into months and months into year leaving me stranded and bear and the message finally came telling me that the ship was attacked at sea opening more wound in sorrows but what do I have to offer to ease the burden for the trouble they encountered at sea? You have got to fight in your dignity to calm the troubled sea.
The morning is burning with the sun and the cares of live is shaking in paradise waiting on that horrific human sacrifice; many will not see the day of light again, the earth will crack and lava will run from underneath the rock and those in the Middle East will melt in temperature over four hundred degree.
You must gauge the illusion in the sun and place the giant ball in the sea to cool the temperature down; the illusion in the sun is real and the asteroid in space is drawing close to the earth
Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out my gut.
I watch the sun rising beyond the mountains with warm sentiment hanging loose as it made its way to the center of the skies and spread its heat on the passersby.
It is a form of heat that no one can bear; it drains your energy and ruins your appetite and send worms crawling in your empty stomach.
I can still feel this intense energy moving around the town; it is the magnetic energy that propels the magnetic field around, the radiation level is high and the electric waves are vibrating in the sky and I don’t have any time to die.
The barn yard animals are sound asleep but the rooster keeps disrupting the hens sleep, it is poking its beak in hens back and keeps pulling off its feather frock. The cats and dogs were just on time to save the hens from the nuclear divide.
The morning keeps revolving around me, the pulling the energy out of me. I can hear the vessels rolling in the sea carrying tons of gifts for you and me.
Missiles are pounding in the air and rockets are creating holes in the ground that look like feathers and crowns.
Everyone gathers around staring into the dry creators in the ground, while the fishermen in the sea came back to shore after the missiles damage the side of their boats.
The morning keeps floating above me and the sun began to burn the air sending whispers everywhere.
And the mountain goats with horns like bulls exit from the mountain like a good soldier should and the heat continues to penetrate the asphalt in the street.
I stood behind the tree and watch the universe melts in the third degree while the superior man with weakness in his field send reinforcement everywhere to strengthen his depleted army.
But neither time or place knows when the battle for the soul is complete and the metal on the earth will transform into dirt.
Every ray of sun,
is the trembling string of dawn’s guitar,
searching for a hymn
to strum through your bright petals.
At the break of day,
you are there,
when the first blush of sunlight
streams through a nearby wood
flows through a clearing
parts the mist
then threads itself through the doorway
into your open waiting heart.
Like a compass attracts
the Earth's magnetic field,
you quiver open to bloom,
humming soft chromatic chords
of shimmered radiance and color
resonating in your blooms.
Praise drifts towards you,
soft as caresses sighing on warm cheeks—
with hushed, whispered murmurs of wonder
from bees, birds, and passers by
who marvel at your
iridescent aura.
For every blossom
summons its own dawn choir
of light and joyous sound in chorus
birds, breezes, bees, morning mists—
all find voice to
rejoice in a hymn of praise
to you the flower at dawn.
The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
mother star beams, behold her errant brood
six troubled rocky planets
the innermost, a dense, two-faced, frosty furnace
the outermost, pulled apart
by a distant massive gaseous jovial giant
the fifth, marred by dust storms
red ragged rift-valley scar, enormous pimple
atmosphere leaking almost gone
the second, bright but secretive, clouds of deception
concealed runaway heating
........
the other two, calamitous and extraordinary
individual but fatally curious
third and fourth spiral in close
wild and wayward, so eager and elliptical
a deadly orbiting kiss
the smaller sibling is stunned, shattered and shaken
mass and momentum reduced
memory wiped, coalesced, captured and condemned
demoted, demented moon
gravity bound, bombarded, heavily cratered
transfixed, compelled to witness
........
momentous mayhem convulsing the tidal companion
condensing from surface to core, dynamic orb
mesmeric melt transforming
rhythmic magnetic field flickers, shielding
convection and subduction
radioactive warmth, magma, mantel and crust
moving land, oceans and ice
coriolis-driven storms and chemical soup
then strange organic matter
evolution, what's this? pin-prick lights, tickling feet
the moon has a grinning smile
........
from a mini-module, some wide-eyed children have come to play
canny creatures, evolved, programmed, launched to survive
trial and error beings
hopeful genes to be nurtured, cuddled, teased and taught
transcendent and emergent
complex beyond their parts, the planet's pinnacle
challenging older orders
the chains of certainty, imbecilic greatness
time-surfing on nature's wave
promoting intelligence, compassion and love
bathed in envious moonlight
........
mother star knows her wide-eyed children will leave one day