Long Pulsar Poems
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Only One Love
Only a love
Just yours
All my life (was)
Death gets on
Loved a soul
A lover cruel
Hard love her
So hard to love her
She, she, she
For me, me, me
Dance’s love
Platonic love of mind
Dance with me
Holographic this love
Life is just in the mind’s time
Vision of a will’s desire
Come a life into a pulsar star
Falling dead asteroid in the sky
Comes to your soul’s planet
Collision with your space…
Fire, just a passing fire in my life
Just passing in your atmospherical life
Fire, fire, down, down, end, end…
It turned into an explosion in the sky
Flash ash rain…, sun gone…
My life has turned to dead ashes…
Goodbye love of life
Bye-bye life and love
No life
Only a love
Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
Little did I understand then
I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved
The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
From your purple front door
To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
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March 9, 2016
Taken a light cosmic journey in a
hyper-luminous light vehicle.
I view space grandioso of "light bulb,"
blue big blazing bedazzling beacon;
a brilliant bright behemoth blistering.
Warp to a Pulsar star:
I view its pulsing light;
projecting prominently, its
pinpoint precision is like an atomic clock timing
Light-speed to:
Magnetars: mighty magnetic magnets.
Neutron stars, neutralizing objects.
Quasars, with their active-galactic beams
beaming like a gama-ray space spot-light laser.
I sling past Black-Holes that warps space-time:
they bending back all light matter,
behind their total black darkness horizon capture.
I continue warp-speed throughout space with
the use of fusion and some anti-matter.
I, a frontier intergalactic astronomical time and space traveler.
Homebound now; this of sometime in the far future.
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Met Anouka in my artistic dream.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
Ooooo, aaaaah, vroom, virtual booting machine.
Zap, plonk, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock!
She sails far above stars in rocket dreams.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
High tech ignites surreal dreams on jet-pack.
Eeeeyowww power-down wails through feedback-tack.
Pew-pew ding-ding, zoooop-strong glitch-burst dream-hack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock.
Static discharge fzzzt skritch bleeee krrrshhh thwunk shock.
Bleeble-bloop strong sunlight's bright light clock-tock.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual machine bot-rock.
She glides far above stars in rocket dreams.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual dreams bool machine.
Glitch-bursts unravel what the swoop-code deems.
Onomatopoeia blooms in moonbeams.
Sci-fi textures whirr-click through neon streams.
Zap, planks, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka's inspiration shines in beams.
Pulsar void pulse with tick tock astral gleam.
Anouka swirls in streaming swooshy dreams!
I met Anouka in an artist's dream.
Blue studio shined.
Cosmic clouds swiftly divined.
Ethereal finds.
Cloudy blue sculptures
Await dreaming visitors,
Future creators.
There was a table
With rectangular artworks,
Each with its own cloud.
The shapes were simple,
Embedded in the dreamscape,
Clouds becoming bright.
Art from inner mind,
As soul relays a message
About tomorrow.
Sparkling bright jewel,
Delightful blue renewal.
Absorb the meaning.
Sparkle fizz fuzz fizz
Inner whoah woo woo night bizz
Whoosh whoosh stars sizzle!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse
Echooooo, echoooooo, echo
Echo, echo, echo
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer
Shimmer, shimmer
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse.
Tic toc, tic too, tic too, tic too, tic too.
Throb, throb, swoosh, and glimmer
Humming drones craft sparkly saucers.
Blip, blip, blip, beeps, beeps, beeps, beeps
Resonate and oscillate. Vibrate and pulsate.
Undulating Nebula. Reverberating pulsar.
Wailing Quasar. The throbbing void.
The Cosmos echoes. The Cosmos glimmer.
Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh.
Sizzling singularity whispers the secrets.
Of the wailing Heliosphere.
Flaring pulsar with whooshing voids.
The chiming zenith balances rumbling singularity.
Surge, shimmer, wail, whisper, flare, and rumble.
The moon beckons you with its beams.
My UFO shimmers as it drifts into the mystery.
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer, and sparkle.
Reverberating and gazing at stars.
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo.
Tic, too, tic, too, tic, too, tic, too.
Whoosh away. Whoosh away.
Whoosh, echo, and shimmer.
The echo rebounds.
The shimmer opens bright eyes.
Whoosh as we fly high.
There is an ethereal feel to your touch
A celestial aura that surrounds you
Heavenly splendor in your presence
The dance of the stars is in your eyes
I can see your halo
You are not of this world
When you hold me
And caress me
When you make love to me
I close my eyes
Each wave of pleasure propels me
It carries me past the constellations
I see them burst on my sight
And the music of the singing stars
That they record down on earth
The oscillations of the Bella Pulsar
Are merely distant echoes
Of the rhythm of our love making
Sometimes thundering
Sometimes whispering
Each oscillation of pleasure
A burst of sound
Celestial music
I float in space
Not bound
By anything
The universe carries me
In your arms
I see your halo
And I am safe
For you will never hurt me
You will be gone in the morning
And yet you are with me
Like a guarding angel
I feel your presence
Everywhere I go
Your smile
Is in the sun rays on my skin
Your caress is the fingers of the
Wind running through my hair
Your whisper
Is in the sounds of nature
I FEEL you
Coursing through my body
I see your halo
At night
When you cannot be with me
I see your light in the moon
The stars magically align before my eyes
and I read your messages of love
Notes
Not of this world
Then you appear
And the entire universe sings
And your halo
Lights the dark room of my life
Then our bodies are one
And your halo is no longer your crown
But in expands and lowers itself
Down the length of our bodies
Enveloping our nakedness
In a glorious light
The light of Eden
And I am lost to this world
I see your halo
I see what no one else sees
I see through your disguise
And I know you’re an angel
An angel in love with a
Simple child of this world
A Woman...
An Earthling
I see your halo
And I am blessed.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by Beyonce's song...Halo. One of
my favorites, especially the line that
reads..."I'm addicted to your light!"
Oh childhood lullaby
Yee of bedtime sheep tailored
dream woven pillowcase
Ticking striking momentum behind
hidden crossed finger hand
Conical , decoherence pyramid shape
of future held in open palm
In barren room furnished simply
with a wardrobe hidden in a corner
Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to
penetrable it's wonder-wall of secrets
And relieve them of the key so
as they can sleep and keep no more
While those who unbeknownst to them
know what they are not
Safely slumber under moon and star
pulsar up above and far further beyond
Sheltering under love's protection from
the bite of the north cold winds jagged teeth
cutting through bare exposed flesh
Who's purpose they believe is to challenge
the power of the witches spell and stroke
a lion's mane
And hopefully imagination permitting
return via the very same rabbit hole
they entered
To speak and tell of such graphic tales in
the key of lullaby that children just like
themselves can even understand
And willingly wish to go to bed in order
to dream
And resume the search of last night's
merriment and folly
in my dreams I see a little town
far away in the distant skies,
in my dreams I fly to that town
on my white wings, speed of light,
past galaxies and shooting stars
through shrill darkness in quiet silence,
this vast expanse all unowned,
no flags, no boundaries, greed unknown.
nothing kills, and nothing dies,
there are no cries of desperations,
each star is born, from wombs of light,
when they pass they leave their lights behind,
blackholes, pulsars, nebulas and the rest,
just flickering stars to distant mortal eyes,
I see them near me as I pass,
each a fragment of divine powers,
even the fires here burn with a purpose,
fission and fusion for well meaning cause,
and consume not in hatred or ire
there is no place for that
in the vast kingdom of God.
I have many more light years to go,
before I reach my dreamland town,
but soon I must return
to my dressing gown, to continue
the routines on this earth,
It will take me many dreams to reach,
that dream town even at the speed of light,
but each dream is an awakening to the truth,
of the world we live in, and the world
we all aspire for.
each galaxy is a beating heart,
each pulsar is a mother with hope,
each star is a baby new born,
in the vast crucible of life,
we call the sky.
In three billion years the sun dies, Earth with it and the ring around Saturn too.
When will the apple fall?
Will it fall close or roll?
The apple rots eventually, the tree forgets and fly’s brains are too minuscule to understand at all how to mourn.
Grey hairs mean death.
It starts with the milk teeth twisted out, in blood and pain - experience is necessary for the end, I suppose.
How feelings infect the stomach then implode in a cloud of stardust that consumes Neptune’s ice cold handshake.
All this inevitable, repeatable for a few billion years.
And yet we worry of what is to come in the next fifty or so.
A death in the family - dominoes topple.
A spanner in the gut that wrenches and pulls and ties in knots all coherent thoughts.
A language of dashes and dots rattles with haste before the soul, mind, brain, spirit, heart and living tissue rots.
All the while pulsars rotate with a common rhythm but how beautiful it is that we must do the same:
To live and to breathe and to walk amongst start dust we must all just be dying stars.
A second in a black hole bends to a year.
A neutron star collapses a decade to a minute and we worry when or why or how the future may proceed.
As does Mars when his soul settles down and he marries, starts a family, then worries of his daughter’s daughter’s marital status.
The apple that hit the nail on the head rolled down the hill and was kicked into space to orbit, forever, Gaia’s deepest woes.
The same dust that it conceived flows through our veins today.
The pulsars vision of a continued rhythm is humanity’s constant dream.
All cosmic terror and dread, worries the same as an apple that is used to be bitten, a human that is conceived to indulge themselves in a pool of lifelong anxiety and a pulsar dreading the next time it beats.
That beat may never come.