Long Orion Poems
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These past few weeks,
Orion’s been making his steady descent down the horizon.
This occurs yearly,
one thing you can count on through the world’s unending turbulence.
It’ll never fail to throw you from your cushioned seat
face-first into forced adaptation
and deep discomfort.
Will there ever be a time where I can look to the horizon
without seeing the next bend in the road?
Will I ever not fear what’s to come
and what’s to be lost
as soon as I steal a shred of comfort?
My joys are here and now,
but I can’t say with certainty that I’m sitting there with them.
I’ll always be at arm’s length,
already halfway across spacetime
to the next star in Orion’s Belt.
One summer eve and too fatigued to keep
from nodding off a moment longer, I
succumbed and drifted underneath a sky
of twinkling stars, and then when deep in sleep,
I knew without a doubt that I could fly!
I floated upward in a blissful flight
where all the universe was mine to see.
Ethereal I dreamed myself to be.
I sojourned with the moon and in a light
cast blue by seven sister stars near me!
How wondrous was the Heaven I saw inked
and all the earth so beautiful below
as downward, drifting downward, I did go.
I wakened. Orion above me winked,
and I was all awash in moon’s gold glow!
July 6, 2022/ Nature theme in three English Quatrain stanzas
for It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Such powerful magic she possesses,
star-weaver spinning her celestial silk
from which, she will crochet stars
and hang them in the obsidian sky.
Artistic daughter of Orion Alnilam,
great pearl of her father,
weaving silken lights;
her eternal duty as a goddess.
She is honor bound to create these lives,
replacing what her father hunted and killed.
“The sins of the fathers...” the good book says,
Even a goddess does penance,
but in a slightly different way.
For whatever reason, earth is quite fortunate
to live its lifetime, viewing her creations.
The celestial museum, repayment for past wrongs.
Flames of lust
Silence to inhale
The primitive beast
The precious angels
Stay concealed
In mysterious nights
Of dark and lights
Whether you will grow tall
To be with the Orion
Or will fall
Among the tiger and lion
That dictates the mysterious night
With its fair and foul
That hover over and prowl
In your milieu
Deep inside you
Well, you mysterious night
No need of your dark lantern
Inside the dark cavern
I need to read the letters
As they get unfettered
Under your charming starlight
For the sake of my poems
Whatever that be
Ultimately
Down to a Haiku
To say to your white smile
In the face of the dark night
I love you
The moon sinks
In water of the Ganges river
It is future like black dark
Savage and stark
With two burning bright
Searchlights
The owl
Scans under the solo starlight
For a white cat
I look inside
At the old owl
Can black night
Bring out a white cat
Who knows
The night is always mysterious
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August 8, 2017
Note:Narrowly missed the contest of this name
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Tinges of radiant images drift through my mind,
as the gas light blinks with the harlequin moon, squinting
around edges of fragile reveries when
such fascination of now begins to unfold:
And nightfall’s hours plead for replays
while I hover in limbo from a trance--
My entire being focused on this singular instance ,
pouring secrecy of thoughts, raw and fresh.
Long the gazes outlining a visual language --
these interplays between a rail of young stars
and cotton candy clouds on an eveningscape...
until my very essence savors a north wind
fondling my cheeks where an astral travel with breaths
discover mystical Orion-- perhaps galaxies
unknown by any name: Then at this moment,
every quiver, each rhythm, all free movements,
time's rare stillness honors an existence
grounded in present tense, on fire.
In Moment of Time
7/25/2018
A dot to dot for all to see
Rotating across the world
Everyone see's it differently
Depends which way you're twirled
You can play even in slippers
I connect Orion to his belt
Trace a mighty Leo's mane
Draw Hercules with his pelt
Then I'm interrupted by a plane
Right through Hydra's flippers
Link the horns to Taurus
And Pegasus to his wings
A shell for Delphinus porpoise
Few more lines in Lyra's harp strings
and Cancer's pinching clippers
My favourite dots to connect
In any constellation
Are the made up ones, I suspect
From my starry imagination
(plus, I can never find the dippers)
Nov 17, 2022
Centered and centering,
the rise of energy courses through my form.
I have been, I will be, I am……….
Laying in repose
star searching upon the sands of time
and the desert of man,
I wander wrapped in a cacoon of time
comatose I lie, I rise, I fly free………
Out stretching my arms toward horizon
earthly and endless be……..
I am, I will be…
Forming, formless domed head of
soul contained, mind raced, I linger.
Chasing the tail of Sirius…
following the belt of Orion,
I am, I have been, I will be……….
Within the womb of earth and sky sea and land
focused by the holy pinnacle,
the pyramid midst oasis or desert of sand
between the betweens, my heart lays
crossed by the energies of endless sky,
blessed by the ministries of Ra
guided by Osirus to new beginnings,
I will be, I was, I have been ….I am….soulful free.
*have ankh will travel ;)
Playing hopscotch upon the stars
Planets stare in awe at the child
Capturing the universe in a jar
Lassoing moonbeams, future rays of hope
To illuminate all dark and dreary nights
So his creation finds a way to cope
With Pluto in his slingshots aim
He slams it into Mars
Mixes dust in cosmic rain
Atoms collide from a sonic blast
The embryo shivers into a life
That will be destined to forever last
A spiralling meteor is defleted
A crater forms deep and wide
And a vast sea is ressurected
He strips Orion of his belt
And bands it round the atmosphere
Until gravity is felt
Breath of life
A second chance
Will they get it right this time?
Another nightly ascent up the stairs towards my solitary bedroom.
Slightly tainted with opiate night perfumes, glistening green totems await;
O souls beyond the time before time was time,
Is there a bright future ahead?
Only the note of B flat spills out of nocturnal batrachian depths.
Strange birds are howling and the black river is almost comatose across the road.
There is a mauve, antediluvian horror clinging to my window pane.
Green tree frogs, watch my sleep as I turn into a star;
I rest in the abode of Orion and my body melts into sweet smelling lilies,
Keep your sorceries around me like green jade amulets,
Trace your rainwater sigils around my bed,
Leap into my dreams and teach me your purple magics.
O pleasures of the nightside borderland,
O silly little green things.
The other day I read a Facebook post,
where they asked this silly question again.
Find a word that starts with the letter O,
but that word must end with the letter N.
Of course, I know it’s just my opinion,
and taken from my own observation.
That it would not take much of an optician,
to see this as open ostentation.
Now I feel I have an obligation,
to sit on the octagon ottoman,
Where I often eat an Oregon onion,
while petting my baby orangutan.
His name is Owen Odin Orion,
his occupation is just an oarsman,
But he has joined an organization,
to help an orphan find his origin.
He had a small organ operation,
with an option to open an obstruction.
They had to keep him on some oxygen,
while they blasted it to oblivion.
I wonder if I have an obsession,
for words that start with O and end in N.
My opposition says it’s an omen,
I say it’s an overreaction again.