Long Mars Poems
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I once knew a boy who could imagine
great things. He could run up a mountain,
swim the depths of the sea. He could fly
a jet fighter and then come home for tea.
As life became real his dreams were pushed
further away. Responsibility overtakes dreams
when there are bills you must pay.
I once knew a boy who could turn ice into
flame. He could imagine a world totally free
from all pain. He could visualise worlds by
gazing at stars, see God up in heaven or
meet him on Mars. He knew that the boy
would soon be a man. He accepted that
nature had its well rehearsed plan.
I once knew a boy who could swim with sharks,
live in outer space and drive the fastest of cars.
He could run like the wind, see sun shine in the
dark. He could make enemies friends, feel the
touch of the stars. He could soar like an eagle,
create spaceships with sand, harness the power
of the universe in the palm of his hand.
I once knew a boy and still see him to this day.
As I look in the mirror he stares back in his way.
Though the imagination of childhood seems to
have been buried away, I can see in his eyes it's
still there and there to stay.
Exhortation to the Night
What breaths fill this night?
Exhaled by things that shun the touch of light?
Accept the burden of pressing dark?
Face the Abyss to read its Mark?
Down in the blackness
We dance and drum,
Exhorting the Unknown
To Manifest and come.
We wheel through the Void
Between the stars
Accepting its taint and all it mars.
We the believers in Divine Disorder,
The ones who prowl on reality's border
We bearers of an Alternate Truth:
The universe was different in its youth.
Back when the stars had just begun to burn,
The Watchers formed and began to learn
The evil secrets locked in space,
The musings of gods that have no face.
Enrobed in darkness
We writhe and turn
Wanting to know
Fearing to learn
The awful truths
That bend the mind
That separate us from our kind.
Ours the breaths that chill the night.
Ours the eyes that shun the light.
We accept the mantle of the dark.
We behold the Abyss and feel its mark.
If you want to be a friend, why not become one?
When Jesus Christ really loves all of the little children
of the world. Red, brown, yellow and white. "They
are precious in his sight." He watches over them both by day
and by night.****
Jesus Christ really loves the little children,
and the Bible tells them he loves them so.
He wants them to give him the golden keys.
The one unlocking their heart's door.
What wonderful blessings he has in store for them.
Jesus Christ loves to listen to all the children's
bedtime prayers. He is always there, and
listening to their prayers. By night time or
by day time, he will be there all of the time.
Twenty-four hours a day, they need never to be
afraid. His heavenly angels guard them always.
Jesus Christ loves them more than all of the grains
of sand by the sea shore, and more than the windy sky,
he promises to wash all of their tear drops from their eyes.
Jesus Christ never lies nor wears a disguise. He just
wants to know how much he really does love them.
Jesus Christ loves them more than all of the stars in the sky.
And he is always willing to tell them why. He loves more
than the sun, moon, and stars. And much more than either
Venus, Earth or Mars. He has faithfully numbered their
earthly days. He promises never to walk away from them.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 22, 2020
At first we hid in our human shells,
Frail lanterns flickering in the dark,
A few still slipped through unseen doors,
Wings beating toward a brighter mark.
But soon the skies were sealed with stone,
The stars withdrew their silver keys,
We found ourselves confined to earth,
Like birds in branches without leaves.
Mars once bloomed with rivers clear,
Venus sang in a golden air,
Yet both were broken, hushed by fire,
By hands too old, too proud to care.
So here we dwell on soil and sea,
Prisoners bound by time’s command,
Dreaming of worlds that slipped away,
Ruins buried beneath the sand.
Yet still the blossoms burn with light,
And rain restores the weary ground,
The wind is free though we are not,
It lifts our hearts with airy sound.
For though the stars are far above,
And chains of history bind us fast,
The earth is more than bars and walls—
It offers beauty that can last.
If we must stay, then let us sing,
And love the hour before it dies,
For even prisons hold their grace,
And earth still mirrors paradise.
Down in the depths
Of the old god sea
The world was yet to see
The love and beauty
Of thee
Proud and capricious
What punishment
Would be
For such Vanity
But marriage
To the blacken forge
Vulcan be
It wasn’t hard for
The brave and handsome
Ares
To fall in love
with thee
Under the stars
With Venus an Mars
They met at night
But were betrayed
By a sleeping sentinel
Held down by chains
The lovers be
Mocked and spurned
Until the cock crowed
At dawn
Young forever
This Goddess from the sea
She chose to love
And love she did
More than one
By the sea
But one she loved
Was slain by a boar
And she
Slain by grief
With grief not suited
For one so young
And beautiful
She loved again
And meddled in love
Not hers to be
She birthed many a God and hero
And a wonky eyed archer
Her descendants
A senator
That died
With many a knife
In his back
( Oh, how history repeats )
Now you may ask
Why a poet
From the land of Dreaming
Would take on
A Shakespearean quest
To tell a poetic story
Of Love and Beauty
It just so happened
She became aware
Of a love greater than
Any she had experienced
That of
Beauty and Truth
Time and distance
So one day in a city
Between the dessert and the sea
A wonky eyed
Chubby archer
Shot an arrow
That missed it mark
And hit my heart
Making me fall
Down to Earth
And in love
A tragic love
With a descendant
Of Aphrodite
Whether it was a joke
Or a Horrible mistake
That arrow
Bridged the old Gods
To the new
But as she well knows
This is but just a brief
Tragic moment of flesh
Tide and time
Will see that arrow
Fall away
Like a hand let go
And set me free
The subject of ourselves;
We choose, perceive,
laugh, and grieve.
What are we
in this boundless and expanding cosmic web?
We, human beings
do the curiosity of all experiments.
Made up the same subatomic particles
as are exchanged
between flowers in the gardens and black holes in the galaxies.
Within the immense ocean of stars,
the images of the Dark Energy live within us.
When supernova collide! A glimpse of Milky Way’s fate zooms in, 230 million light
years away from earth.
With limited means
our ignorance,
the discovery of the multiverse living beyond us.
Big bang or
the fabric of time, Dust Ring discovered in Mercury’s orbit.
In Quantum awareness of singularity
we can always be wrong.
Scientists smashing atoms
Searching never-before-seen a shadow of Event Horizon
Building reusable rockets colonizing Mars
Bending the speed of light
......Desperately seeking the horoscope of human race
“I” and the neutrons in our brains
are the same thing;
complex, tightly integrated
and lovable.
The brutal truth
Is - no certainty
We exist.
God and Goddess,
Written in the stars,
To be doomed, to be apart.
This is how the legend of Love and War starts,
Beautiful Aphrodite,
Raw Ares,
With only one world to stay amidst their destiny.
I am Venus, you are Mars,
We are written in the Stars,
Separated by one Earth,
With only one eight billion people around.
Love, divine it is,
And divine gods we are,
Shamed and judge by the ignorant,
They say our love was taken too far.
But we are gods.
We are Love and War,
And a wise man once said,
Everything is legal in Love and War.
We are stars and we are planets,
We are gods and we are goddess,
Mythology and astronomy discuss us,
They try to discover, understand us.
Dedicated to Birdy’s Celestial Dancers song…
Celestial stars, celestial stars
Where are you tonight? I’m up with them all night long without a fright
You’re beating me up, bringing me scars
Where is your shine tonight? I look around with my utmost might…
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
I’m raising up the bars tonight
Will you be mine during my flight
Towards the moonlit starlight?
I see your shine, so blue and white
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
Celestial stars, celestial stars
Where are you tonight? I’m up without them all night long with fright
You’re unfeeling like passing cars
Where is your shine tonight? I look around, but I can’t find it, you’re out of sight!
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
Align the planets in unison
In unison
In unison
Circle round and round and round the sun
The sun
The sun
Celestial stars, celestial stars
You’re like a shooting star,
Going way, way, way too far
Celestial stars, are you in Mars?
You are who you are…you are…
You are like bees in their jars…
April the cruellest month of summer in India
She was standing under margosa tree
In Waiting she missed the first bus then
Second missed after that third was missed
Sweating she was staring the black road.
The road is black in sunny days
Like selfish man under brown coat
Perhaps he was hidden on bike to get rid of her
The office there both worked was not different
But they behaved there was very different
No hi, no hello, no more talk, no more smile
But all the time they looked very pleasant
When office closed she took back seat of the bike
Without talk, without smile
Like silent MOM on Mars mission
they completed the journey
I didn't understand both
Can anybody answer the puzzle
Who is special the bike or man.
This will not be a typical Christmas Day.
Home is one hundred million kilometers away.
There is desiccated orange soil all around.
Nowhere is there a fir tree to be found.
Nearby is a cone-shaped rock formation.
Perhaps we can use our imagination.
Someone came up with an idea quite keen.
Why don’t we spray paint that cone-rock green?
We might dress it up with some tinsel and lights.
It will look pretty during the twelve Christmas nights.
Sunset is almost here. We will have to go.
At night, temperatures can drop to forty below.
We will be nice and warm inside our Quonset huts.
There is some eggnog and fruitcake full of nuts.
The chaplain can lead us in a service and prayer.
Right now, let us get out of this thin, cold air.
Here comes the nighttime under a canopy of stars.
This is our first Christmas on Mars.