Long Orbit Poems
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Nameless nomad from nowhere needed nestling niche
Emotions enveloped evermore excitement exuberant
Vague venture veered on valiant venerable voyage
Ever eager to enter enticing enclave of enduring endearment
Recognized remote rhythm of romantic reverie in rippling rapture.
Life’s listless landscape lighted lunar luminosity lured by your lilac love
Evidently eager I’ll earn, emerge enamored at edge of ebullient ecstasy
To tread the twilight trail, travel to your tulip tinged turquoise terrace.
My mind marauding in mauve meadow murmurs don’t maroon me
Even if eroding emerald enchantment ever ends embedded in ember.
Glitzy green garden gone grey, growing gloom grabs, never let me go
Open obscure old orifice on orb, I’ll orbit out of oblivion owning you.
March 27, 2019
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Carrion carry the message
In flights of dry yellow sun
And wind sprays
The Ocean of T.V. screens
Faces the digital throng
Of robots commuting
Satellites drift in orbit
Each dead white star ringing black
-ness. Space. Silent
....
Symphonies roar metal
Steel the diamonds glass
Dog-whistles taste of chalk
Outlines of concrete
Murder and the prayer
Of a flag drenched in gray
Rain on the worn Gravestone. Washing
....
Acid and melting faces
Of anthems waxing leaders
Marching bones grinning
Hookers in alleys crying
The Buddha under his tree. Smiling
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Planet K is Cobalt Black
Planet K circles 5 distant suns 5 times every day
Spins in and out of orbit of each one in figure 8’s
Rotates counter clockwise
The only one in this solar system
To travel retrograde
There is no water on Planet K
Not a single drop in sky or ground
It is imported from their moon by rockets
Planet K is cobalt black and flat
No valley, mountain, tree or person there
Robots carve images of men and woman out of marble
Who died off long ago
They use the water to anoint the tombs of fallen ones
And pray to them because they died
Androids could not be programmed otherwise
Man made them in their image
To preserve their art, their culture and way of life
To survive every condition
Including the human one
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Oh you, who drift between the spinning stars,
who taste the dust of comet trails and drink
the silence of the void—pause on earth awhile.
Behold this sphere, sapphire streaked with gray aberdeen,
this garden hung in blackness, ripe with green.
The trees—oh, trees!—their arms alive with birds
whose throats distill the sunlight into chirping words.
The grass—a green tide that sways in whispering breeze,
the oceans—bluish-green, deep and restless, storms and ease~
And humankind—oh, flawed, fierce, fumbling bright~
we build towers that scrape your starry heels,
yet weep at sunsets, name our dogs Orbit at night,
and bury seeds like celestial appeals.
Do not mistake our wars for the whole story:
See also the baker’s hands dusted with moon,
the child who draws God’s face in divine glory,
and the bridge made of song stretched over a wound.
Yes, we humans are fevered children who build then destroy~
we laugh loud as thunderstorms, weep for both sorrow and joy.
We stitch stories from the patterns hidden in the stars,
and curious, reach, as you do now, for what lies far.
This world is vast yet small, noisy yet shy~
a masterpiece found nowhere else in the celestial sky.
Come closer, stardust kin; breathe the pollen rich air,
let the wind caress your body and muffle your hair.
Stay awhile on this marble of sapphire blue,
a world alive, both strange and true.
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Tick -
Another second.
Tock -
Another moment.
Blink -
Days vanish.
How do we live
Thrive
Grow
In the fog of days past?
The moment in which I type,
And the moment in which this is read,
Are different points,
But both now just memories.
Left with a clip of life,
Another X on the calendar.
Everyone mourns the passage of time,
Passing faster the deeper we get.
All we know is,
We all experience the passage,
Dread making time move faster
As we desperately skid to avoid the moment it stops.
The idea of time,
The passage,
The march,
Is a construct -
An idea shared by consciousness
Craving understanding of the universe.
Imagine a book.
The hero starts a journey,
Experiences trials,
Grows,
Learns,
And finished their journey.
But the first CAPITAL
And the final period
Are in our hands simultaneously.
The hero and villain
The best friend and lover
All created and discarded at the same time.
Imagine rising above time.
Seeing the beginning,
The end,
The highs,
The lows.
No orbit around the sun,
No days to enjoy or dread,
Just a story.
All in front of you.
A tapestry of time.
The failed fantasies,
The placebo prayers,
The twisted trials,
Wrong religions,
Redundant rallies,
Insignificant ideas.
Who wrote our book?
If time is a construct,
Then we know
Once the final line is written,
We have no destination after
THE END
The moon in terms of mythology
The moon goddess I'm referring to
The moon in terms of astronamy
The moon that’s facing planet blue
The moon the natural satellite
The moon within earths orbit
The moon giving the dark light
The moon always in transit
The moon an gravitational pull
The moon and mans many trips
The moon at times half, then full
The moon rarely a solar eclipse
The moon keeps the same face
The moon reflected by the sun
The moon that’s in outer space
The moon in our solar system
note decided to keep poems as single versions as some alredy on here
This spare of moment idea I wrote a year ago still been wondering whether to put on here
wanted into add to it but s=not sure where to go with it
when I was writing elements of life and mother earth
i don’t know much about astrology,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
wanted to add more to this
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INSPIERD B SOUP POETS AT TIME JAN FEB 2012...............
............. this is my definison of stars
WRITTEN nisBY MYSELF DAVIDCOTT ,,,,,, 2012>>>>>
written jan 2012
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PLEASE NOTE YES AGAIN THIS ONE ALREADY ON HERE BUT LIKE THE
OTHER WRITES IN THIS PATTERN WANTED TO ADD SECOND HALF
THE STARS AND THE MOON,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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note with the moon i wanted to mention tarot card reading the first astrologer ect
and also try to get to match to first half which was hard so oped to stick to things about the moon
maybe some others could give me some input i did do a little research but got lost
reading about moon tides and all the indeph astrology ect''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''?????
I am fed up of falling this failing fall
no person has fallen this far before
have fallen through the very floor
can’t force further (crack) there’s more!
How much farther can I take?
rather damaged worn down straight,
dumbstruck as to what I gravitate,
numb touch powerless to heavy weight.
Bang! whoosh the fall stops,
flying now in control at pace,
and I can’t even see the top,
but am getting out this horrid place!
acquired harsh scars my skin carved
mentally emotionally starved
my on fire heart
alike matter in stars
I matter shine light solar
shooting shredding but never over
hell bound to ground moves ever closer
then I rip out my own orbit ferocious
Confusion seeds both depression and gravity,
fresh understanding brings me clarity,
Ima mine resource fuel this mission out of me
making hard work and success a familiarity.
until finished forgetting head drops
and spaced expressions, saving face,
those glorious days long forgot,
reinvent so no longer hard to trace.
If tired and I cannot concentrate,
I’ll pace rest and accumulate
strength snowballing non to waste
desire for progress and then I’ll race!
I was raised with a warrior core,
I’ll fight to fly, glide and endure,
negative energy in procedures
to positive power of believers!
undoubtedly kick the doubt out of me
no being down and drowsy
drawing in air a surrounding sea
repeatedly thrust arms kick feet
I'm minced meat sharks can't eat
sick of the dark so light I seek
majestic hunger never weak
crowning the monarchy
my throne my seat
been battered bruised not beaten
how have I lost I’m still breathing?
claw all above til down beneath
steal my life back from the thief!
Cus if you breathe it be it,
then you'd better believe it,
you can breed it bleed it,
forever your being!
always believe,
always being,
the being,
you're being,
make being believing.
Thought I was defeated
oh please, looks deceive
Onslaught Now I’m back up
victory is believed, destiny.
I'll be what I set out to be
So, you plan on going on a mission to the moon and I hope to see you soon; so, you plan on going on mission to the moon and I will meet you at noon to discuss the plans and your hard-earned ambitions.
You have been working on this for decades with crystal ball, Lego and tennis balls, you must have had a million sketches and a thousand balls, and a giant apparatus covered up in the big hall. When will you unveil it? I hope that everything fits.
The moon triangle is swinging over the sea, the moon triangle will set you free, assemble the pieces together and take it to the upper block and give it all the energy you have got and let it float in thin air.
The moon is earth’s special satellite and it orbit around the world throughout the night with lipstick on its tip and sensor in its guts and its bright light gleaming in the sky looking for a comfortable place to lie.
It passé through the East but nothing is there to compete, it glances at the West and stares at the heavens dancing in its Sunday best and the burnt-out stars have gone to take their rest.
The north is too pompous to accommodate it and the south is filled with doubt but the milder temperature in the south is what destiny is all about. It can land on the side and destiny will abide; it can land on the tips, and you will walk away with the golden dish. Everything never goes according to plan, but your subtle faith will give you the upper hand.
The moon triangles are gliding in the sky covered in craters until it dies, dust and debris covers its core and its hold on gravity Earth’s, is rattling on the shores. It affects the human spirit and sends the fish floating in the sea with an urgent message for thee.
We are going to Mars with a drum and a base guitar we will land on the south and explore the East if there is some doubt, the north is cold, and you must think twice before you venture out. The triangle is in the moon, and I will see you soon.
Celestial lands in a firey bound
Of forgotten pieces never found.
An orbit of the cosmos plea for hope
Before beings leave this sweet elope.
Heart of ache loom the souls around
On that eerie call to depths of drowned
Angels & nymphs, love couldn't repair.
Now, longing and sorrow, only despair.
Waves to the wind’s blow do resist
The rapture into revelation persists.
None are equipped for the life ever after;
The one they grasp in mother’s laughter.
Before the curtains draw, listen to the beat.
The meter under your flesh of material sheet;
It rings a light reminder of the slipping minutes
As you crawl and cling to life, recall your limits.
There is no time for ache or despair;
A million more beats of the soul for many,
Though only a few left for the unaware.
So, rejoice and live; For the time left is plenty.
Your forgotten hope is how we’re designed.
Look around, what will you leave behind?
I feared to reach for the ambrosial drift
of ambergris floating
through turquoise tides
beneath the rising sun ~
reluctant to relish the resilience
of nascent nova,
as if every ray
of light held
blackness of uncertainties,
yet I’ve learned to
heal beneath the searing
heat of hypocrisy ~
I glow on, no longer obscured
by their oblivious observation
of my orbit,
for I am a morning star
unceasingly sparkling
across dusky horizons,
loving, living ~ breathing,
dreaming,
in love
with the calm
of crystal-clear currents,
and the crescendo
of poetic collisions,
for this heart unlocks gateways
to the abyss of sea-salt silence,
allowing dawn to caress
the corners of my suppressed fears ~
as the eclipsed cannot
dim the pulse of painted patience
with butterfly strokes…
I am a windward wanderer
stirring among
life’s whimsical waves,
as the sky spills
caramel clusters
over celestial cerulean,
and my soul unfurls
like an odyssey
kissed by the divine flame,
scripting
deep warm hues of blue ~
colors of fate,
only you and I can reveal,
for we are both
brushed with oil,
lost in the
serene palette of siren secrets…
and life ~
O soul feeler,
this existence is a sail
we voyage through
sighing stillness
and soaring sapphires
cradling simple blessings
that nature gifts us
wrapped in unwavering faith ~