Long Polaris Poems

Out 
of the darkness

star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - 
a strewn snowy stream 
gracing the depths of the black swan night


Earthbound

from the realm of the pulsing Polaris 
   ..traveling through time zones...

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If Keats could have seen through Hubble’s eyes
when the sonnet ‘Bright Star’ he wrote,
meaning its telescope-imaged skies
with those stellar tableaux afloat,

would he have noted ‘aloft it hung’ 
 ‘steadfast’ all night in ‘splendor lone’,
that poet...

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Enveloped in the essence of twilight's hue,
Where dreams collide and realities seem askew.
Let me take you on a flight,
where words dance and emotions ignite.
In the machinations of current climate, 
of decency in sunset's deplete.
Scoffers of...

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When you told me you didn't love me
I didn't know what to do 
I didn't know how to react
Because I remember what it felt like
When I thought you wanted me
I remember when you took me
To...

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Penguin the pilchard leapt onto the ice
He flipped and he flopped and arrived in a trice
He took a deep breath and he held it and then
He bellowed with all of his might… “MEN!”

Pilchard the penguin...

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Let true love find me to be the ever fixed mark of constant gaze
The spectacle of her thrilling eyes, and she to me the dearest prize
A coral when the heart stampedes, or fickle fancy frivolous...

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Soon I will be traveling      
To the valley of the stars 
And the shoreline of the Milky Way
Where near connects to far.

My senses fading rapidly
As darkness closes in
Like a fog...

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A poem I shall attempt to write of heavenly delight,
About all the wonders that shine deep in the night.

There is so much more than the Moon and stars above,
From the earliest navigators that fell heavily...

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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...

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Why are there stars?

Without stars, how would we know that the darkness holds beauty and light in
     limitless value? Where would fireflies find the inspiration to put on their
  ...

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She loved the evenings lying in the grass next to her dad…looking up…enjoying the view
He would teach her all about the stars…everything he knew.

He’d point up to Polaris, the North Star and tell her it...

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At first there was nothing in the very distant past,
Then bang! There was everything, a universe so vast;
All splendid and magnificent,  terrifying and mundane.
But before we knew all this, before we could explain,

About giant,...

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In the silent passage, toward the night, where stars descend,
Time slips through fingers, like a thread of sand, gliding, blending,
I've sought your gaze in the Big Dipper, during my tactical wanders,
You are the light born...

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It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled...

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~ In memory of Herman Melville, who lived a similar darkness to my own ~

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The day star hisses,
  ...

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I spent my youth in that patch of wood,
And they were my warmest years.
And me and the trees understood,
That one day I would go to new frontiers.

It happened when a maiden came to me,
Whom I...

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Tonight I looked up,
wide eyed and mouth agape.
The heavens glittered with stars,
making exquisite shapes.

The darkness all around,
tried hard to engulf their sheen.
But they flickered and
flaunted a spectacular scene.

In the dead of the night, 
the sleepy town...

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Homegrown deprivation weeds of poverty
taste like grassroot famine
Detroit dark amber alert operatic style ...
Ms. Sing Hope
is an Ursa skydive dirt bier
Purchasing uninsured ash fault grief
from an actuary worm liar
She has an octave register three days...

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I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I...

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Always seek to be guided by the North star  - Polaris
But never forget to look daily at the Southern Cross
Constantly be reminded that a greater power is also stirring your ship. 
Deny yourself the...

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SEVEN - STAR 
 
        Stars!    Stars!     Stars!
        Billions of stars in millions of...

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I thank my teachers
For being my Guiding Star –
Helping me learn something new,
By the hour….
Teaching me that 
Learning is the order of the day, Showing me how
An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

My teachers...

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stepping bass
------ chords progressing -------  like birds, call, and response
syncopation

melisma

flattened 'blue' notes breastfeeding the air
microtonal  pitches between  semitones*


Oliver has olive eyes,

Oliver is short  & strong like a young bull,
in his hair,...

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It is said that she only paints with primary colors.

Red for the thin crimson blood that pours carelessly out of her wounded thoughts. Thoughts
she never cares to express.

Blue for the gracious sky. Open and excepting,...

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i will not blind you,
and I will not strike you with my brightness,
if you want to find me
you will always find me in the same place, on its axis
motionless,
endearing statue admiring the cute pigeons kissing,
i...

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