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Long Novae Poems

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Premium Member Origins
Origins

In a Planck second ‘The Big Bang,’
And the arrow of time of entropy erupted.
Based on this premise the theorists conclude;
Out of nothing, something
Engulfed in dark energy and matter;—
That is to say; ‘Where motion ceased to...

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Categories: novae, education, perspective, science, space, universe,
Form: Verse



Stellar Fireball
Here’s a starry poem one might call ekphrastic
about an exploding fireball fantastic
from a ‘nova’, imaged with time-lapse clarity,
all the more remarkable for the rarity
of tracking its expansion– which researchers say
engulfs a place in outer space...

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Categories: novae, image, imagery, science, sky, space, star, stars,
Form: Ekphrasis
Premium Member Sun Too Needs a Savior
Where does the 
    selfless sun hide
when heavens
r a i n bloodstones? 
Burned and inscribed, 
from monsoon monsters,
gnawing at our bones,
the shimmering 
  darkness imbibed,
If only drifting 
shades 
  ...

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Categories: novae, angst, emotions, silence,
Form: Rhyme
The Butterfly
Sweet beautiful butterfly that sails the celestial seas,
With narcotizing nuclei that brings me to my knees…
Spreading gaseous light, throughout the multiverses’,
A scintillating sight, where immortal love immerses.

Benevolent butterfly, bring me to Heaven's shore,
Intoxicating the candy...

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Categories: novae, space, spiritual, stars,
Form: Rhyme
Sharks
They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.

The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills...

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Categories: novae, life, love, peace, philosophy, planet,
Form: ABC



Sharks
They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.

The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills...

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Categories: novae, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form: ABC

Book: Reflection on the Important Things