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Let me ride upon the crest of an aquatic wave, to spin and
Twist within the rippling tides, of the water spheres deepest
Ocean, allow this land creature to become as one, a liquid
Creature of complete fluidity, flowing with the currents under
Tows beneath the Mediterranean sun!
Liquefaction’s child of heaven’s tears, collecting in the ionosphere,
The shards of shattered meteorites, melting amongst the heated
Entry point of the earth burning atmosphere!
I’m just a day dreaming earth being, an inspirational beach
Comber of alternate thought, set adrift within the sails
Of human imagination, this illumined castaway of the
Enlightened, wishing to be part of something larger
Than the total some of my own physical make-up!
Let me be the thundering storm ushering the lightening
Flash to rock the timeless shore, beyond the infinite
Seas of reality, the sounding clash of the everlasting
Light echoing amongst the heavens vast divides,
Nay I’m just a humble mortal, inspired by the powers
Of beauty, a poet captured within the moment of
The rocking swell of a higher master’s masterpiece
Of utter perfection!
Let the rolling rock of the ages slide downwards
From the rocky mountain tops high, ever moving,
Smoothing its sharpened edge until it is perfectly
Rounded at its journey’s end, no moss shall I
Gather, for the rambler of humanities soul’s remains
Always In constant motions wake, this pondering
Drifter of life itself, wandering why I exist!
Let me be reflections after shock shooting at super
Sonic speed, slamming against an orbiting giant of
The universal realm, bouncing in a planetary ricochet,
Hell bound to return from mine own origin point of
Divine intervention, for it is here on earth I’m entrapped!
Let me feel the winds breathe of total freedom against
My bare exposed flesh, to become a spirit being set adrift,
An elemental child without form or shape, just a whispering
Echo blowing upon the breeze of the timeless air.
Oh I’m a spiritual foundling, seeking the meaning of my own
Existence, a motion of emotion, clinging to the mental framed
Shell to which I’ve been born, but the world is for the inspired
So here I’ve found my small niche in this great big universe,
A writer, a dreamer, and the poet bard of my own inner
Heart!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
I speak of pain without external scars
I speak of loss for treasured things
I speak in the silence of my broken heart
The me I hold against all that tears it apart.
You think I am whole
Because I nurture everyone to be
More than moon and drinker of the harsh indifferent sun
I teach them how to pull tides up
Change seasons, set the dark alight
Because wholesome deeds take not whole our strength
Or should I better say this another way
Pain is fuel in the fired clay
I speak of pain deflating dreams and self
I have pain for my brother and brethren gone
Meteorites of my unlit dawn
Nagging pebbles gnawing me in the shoe
Pearls I could have spent brimming my manliness
I speak of pain you cannot tell is there
Every death is hard to bare
But harder still my sibblings lost to me
In a fatherless world, without compass to maturity.
I speak of pain from ancient wars
My sisters were richest part of life
One place a whole cross on me, and I had to walk with it
It is so I love amidst the ebb and flow of adversity
I cannot wince, I am nailed to suffering's humility.
I speak of pain a million ways to feel
To dry a mother drenched in dreadful poverty
While ever drowned in sorrows tears
Amidst the frantic failures and fizzled repairs
The family like a shattered glass, that special souvenir
Becoming spites splints for bare susceptible feet
There is no pain deep as these
The magma boiling in the plugged up heart
I speak of pain from cruel loss
Friends fallowed into dry dead grass
Ambition like candle fat ground into the carpet clammy with dust
I speak of pain in love
Yet only once I love, and still no love its loyalty denied
When all the worldly value my peace could not abide
I suffer still and but to silence confide
The torture of my indomitable will, refusing death like a cup of gall
I speak of pain, the whole legacy of Adam's wounding fall
I make my rainbow with my tears
And turn the volume of my prayers up
To mute the scoffers, and the liars, and the jeers
I drink my joy from a promised cup
A wedding supper that challenges me with gender switching meanings
And yet I am secure
That nothing earthly may heal again my stagnant sore
I speak of pain I feel
From the hahazard day of grunting, groaning birth
Beaming brilliant beautiful bright stars.
These diamonds, twinkling, sparkling.
Diamonds hung in the black velvet night.
They shinning like diamond crystal lights.
The Sun’s radiant light.
A heavenly hot heavy circular sphere.
Our planetary system is orbiting it.
Icy comets are extending their tail and rolling by.
Rocky asteroids, saying hi and good-bye.
Meteorites, streaking, passing in the day and night skies.
Multicolor are the cloudy nebulae.
These are Orion, Helix, Crab, Eagle and Ring.
Horsehead, Owl, Tarantula and Omega.
All having stunning stars in them.
Galaxies with different shapes: some are Spirals.
Some Galaxies shapes are called a Bar-Spiral.
Galaxies shapes that are Elliptical.
Galaxies shapes that are most Irregular.
Galaxies names like: Milky Way - looking milky,
Whirlpool is whirly, Tadpole looks like a tadpole,
The Sombrero - looking like a Sombrero,
The Crown of Thorns - looks like a crown of thorns,
The Cartwheel, that cartwheels,
Andromeda, Messier 87 and Sunflower, etc.
An over estimated 200 billion and more galaxies.
A Super Massive Black Hole are in most of their middle.
Over time there are big bangs, of Super-Novas exploding.
A Quasar, brightest of all the Cosmos lights.
The Universe filled with stars with colors of all various types.
An over estimated 200 billion and more galaxies.
A Super Massive Black Hole are in most of their middle.
Over time there are big bangs, of Super-Novas exploding.
A Quasar, brightest of all the Cosmos lights.
The Universe filled with stars with colors of all various types.
A panorama, full of spectacular, splendid visual sites.
A God made amazing showcase theater thriller, block buster.
Photons of Life
For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself
For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe
They brought light to the darkest realms, casting aside the shadows birthed in oblivion
They emanate from a large, hot stronghold at the center of the Milky Way
They summon life to its prime pinnacle and rejuvenate the one we call the man of steel
Acting like a well-run Chernobyl and Fukushima, they are our source of energy
Han Solo and Darth Vader could not tame the force within them; the empire could never own them
Radicalized and free spirited like the ideals of Che Guevara, they run rampant throughout space
As the world stood in shadows only Einstein saw them for what they really were, only Einstein saw them as particles of light
To mere mortals this spectrum of light rays is like Susan Storm….. Invisible
Moving in single jet-like streams, they teleport themselves into the land of the living
Flashing iridescently for a millisecond, reminding us of the frailties of life, here one minute gone the next
Their jurisdiction knows no bounds, travelling at warp speeds no planet is beyond their reach
The cosmic gods worship them, for without them the cosmos would be a barren wasteland of static waves
A junk yard where shooting stars and meteorites aggregate in their disorientation
Wishes made upon shooting stars would never reach the audience of the Gods
And hideous hordes of space demons would forever terrorize the furthest corners of the galaxy
Mystic beings looked towards the heavens and found streams of photons fighting hordes
Mortal beings looked towards the skies and dreamed of flying above the clouds
They shone on every planet, brought life to the bleak, and sired a new generation of demon slayers
For once Darth Vader trembled; for once Han Solo could take the God on and not perish
To grasp the meaning of my words, you`d have to be up at dawn, to see photons reclaim the skies from darkness, to see the retreating shadows
You`d need to see them banished for the ten hours that the photons rule the skies
You`d need to see these Photons Of life
Cats from Earth eat fish on sunny beaches
(Umbrellas optional, not included)
Unlike sharks they use tiny teeth to chew
And get motion sickness when traveling too
Seas hold goodies for feline nutritional needs
(Canned dolphins and goldfish don't come to mind)
Health considerations are forefront for all kitties
Mars has no menu of any kind
The trip from kitchen to couch is tiring
Fat cats dislike all travel including space
Mars is far, too far away to go for cat food
Felines are all about lazy
Stores on Earth are closer, (but closed)
Little critters don't eat red rock formations
Metal machines are better suited for taste tests
Programed for soil sampled treats
Expectations are high when there is gravity
Cats can't fly…. They stray (on 4 feet we think)
Don't be surprised… Cats can't fly
(When they do, they use rockets)
Even so... Why Mars? (They can't afford it.)
No money…. No pockets
The red planet has no milk or fish
Cats starve without their favorite dishes
Death is not a pretty sight
Emails are hard to recover on distant planets
When dead, lifeless paws make it even harder
(Cats don't type to begin with without a cause)
Cats like to breath oxygen once in a while
Some like to live outside the liter box
Live out nine lives lazy on a more inner planet
The 3rd. one out to be precise
The Red Planet is not so kind in that regard
Not equipped to handle little kitties needs
Meteorites crush their tiny heads to smithereens
Messing up their fluffy fur and happy day
Radiation burns them to a crisp
Life on Mars is harder than you think
Craters cause more than aches and pains
Frost bite gets in the way of play and pleasure
Like we said
Cats on Mars don't live so well without oxygen
They could die from lack of food and water
Or even overexposure to themselves
It's better they stay home on Earth
The place where they come from
That way they can be fed
Instead of something worse
In the end this is something else
Cats On Mars is just a title
There are no cats on Mars
Only turtles
Watching the Perseids
Each year August eleven to thirteen
We fly through a cloud of comet dust
In those few days
Watching skyward patient in the dark
Shooting stars can be sporadically seen
Without warning and at random
Smaller or larger streaks of light
Blaze fast across the sky and then are gone
I love watching the Persieds
Lying alone in a dark grassy field
If clouds permit to gaze up at the stars
Recognising old friends
The Bear, Polaris, Cassiopeia
Trying to stay vigilant
For those unearthly wonderful flashes
As earth hoovers comet dust at fantastic speed
Some of the brightest ones burn red and gold
Even swerving in their smoking paths
Others straight pure and silver
No two ever the same
They say the same of snowflakes and it is actually true
For a fraction of a second
The sky rips brightly then falls dark again
Only memory gives time to think
On that brief light and form that lived and died
Was it even real or just imagined
I must wait to see another…
I guess our lives are like those shooting stars
From the cold eye of deep time
Our birth and death seem instantaneous
Only a high speed camera would resolve
Changes in hue and path and luminance
That from perspective of a grain of dust
Feel like a lifetime
I saw one shooting star that did not move
Just quickly grew in brightness then was gone
Predicted by geometry sometimes
Meteorites come straight towards you
Not moving left or right across the sky
It might have even hit me
If not combusting in our shield of air
How many human hearts have I burned up
Which flew as arrows straight toward my own?
Pristine unpierced and cold I lie alone
Staring in darkness at the sky
Insects from the nighttime grass
Make forays on my skin
Before they too are brushed away
But I can’t leave - till I see just one more
Bright signature of fire across the sphere
In this unbroken darkness,
Even the familiar stars
And planets looking back at me
Leave me always alone and incomplete
14 Aug 2022
If you look out into space,
pictures on the internet
taken from the Hubble telescope
you can see a nebula
a great big cloud of gas and dust
the birthplace of new baby suns
most of the gas is hydrogen
the gas that makes the ozone layer
hydrogen links together to build ozone,
so hydrogen is attracted to hydrogen,
yet I wonder is there a small attraction left over
after the atom's link, is there a small slight attraction
Is this slight attraction, the force that we call gravity
atoms are attracted to atoms,
oxygen links with hydrogen to form water
perhaps, matter attracted to matter
When suns that are born
they start out composed of mainly Hydrogen gas and dust
then having exploded into an atomic reaction
because of the growing force of gravity
they start changing overtime
condensing slowly changing from hydrogen
they turn into helium the next atom
in the periodic table
as time goes by they slowly work through
the periodic table until if they are big enough
they turn into a lead, then they explode
going supernova, creating dust that goes on
to make planets, meteorites and the earth
our moon came from a collision with the earth
our moon was once apart of the earth
and broke away after the collision to become a satellite
The core of the earth is hot, perhaps because gravity,
matter attracted to matter
the force of compounding atoms, creates an atomic reaction
the outside shell is created because
The coldness of space cools the atoms down
creating a shell a crust around the out side of the earth
the perfect nest for nurturing life
Hydrogen appears to be the foundation of existence
I'm not sure where hydrogen comes from
perhaps the big bang theory is true
but with that much gravity
the matter would be pure energy so no boulders
just an explosion of pure energy
that cools down and starts forming atoms
on becoming the smallest atom hydrogen
would go on to form nebula clouds, suns and planets
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
Has the light gone out for you?
Because the light's gone out for me
It is the 21st century
It is the 21st century
Him. Her. Hic. Ille.
I.
Code of Love,
Code of Love,
Me, Myself & I.
I watch them strut altogether,
so hallow, so callous,
with their curved vacuum Troys,
ephemeral snares unsurpassed,
and tigers' eyes of guile pierce
as I saunter past.
And for pyre do they reel
those off-guard shallow hearts,
with words of honey
from lips of the Promised Land,
yet stare inwardly out
as spiders; embittered nests;
The Age of Jest.
Code of Love?
Code of Love,
A shortest skirt
and up above
is a lush, meticulous
sewer
that beckons spelunking—
So may Aurora
Always be my guide.
II.
Lackadaisical waves play
on the unanswered shore
of the male bluebird who has lost his Her.
Lions in the bathroom
loose their fearful, familiar sound:
warm scream (nay, Vesuvius),
quick after Reality’s shadow.
Degenerate
lint lines my pockets, I let it pile as my Powers
dwindle dwindle dwindle
before her time-strewn features.
Lunacy abbreviates sallow bones under yellow moonlight
an eve sixty years in the future in the mirror
and and and—
warm scream.
Liquor dances
with meteorites: weaknesses
loving Freedom. They are so Free.
free
to enslave my heart for recipe
as Reap’s laughter sips
from the looking-glass
it's my skull.
Dear Madam,
that has so graciously
yanked my celibate hand
my autumnal voyage of red,
may I have this
one wish upon a star?
I wish,
that in your beating heart
that quickens when you touch my
tarnished, waning soul,
I did not already hear
petering there
The Coda of Love.
I have this awful feeling that the universe is changing its shape, and the earth is going to increase the human race, the Meteorites are sailing through the sky, and the earth is racing in a different time to honor a period that has already died.
It’s hard to set the world in motion when three-quarter of our planet is sinking beneath the deck and the sun is moving closer to the earth to suck up the moisture and heats up the land, a piece of paradise is falling from your hand.
I wonder what they will find up there when the universe has so much to share, the moon is full too soon and flowers are blooming under the crescent moon, the temperature is rising, and the earth is blazing, and the ocean level is rising.
A strange wind from the East is passing through the sky packed with nitrogen and it will make you die, it has come too close to the earth and mingling with the elements that is made up of dirt, it is stuck behind the mountains, and it will stay there until the earth changed its form.
Oh what wonders lies in those tiny sockets with imaginary strings floating in the air as they parachute and float inconspicuously in the atmosphere. They are holding the universe together and they make our lives better. I can see the valves opening and closing and the air pressure slowly releasing and the mugs dancing and bouncing in space.
The air above me is mixed with grime, the air around me is laden with slime, the deposits from the sea and the spaceship debris fell right in front of me but mercy was right onetime to rescue me. The mission to the moon will return to earth sometime before noon, position someone at the gate to measure the temperature before it burst in flame. The air around me is polluted.