Long Stellar Poems
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The Miracle in Slow Motion
If I had been a poet, beloved, with fingers of light upon your face—
sixteen hours watching how you sleep, how the universe breathes slowly within you,
and your tresses fall like cascades of time frozen in crystal,
living metaphors on your white skin, like runes written in dreams by gods.
My hand floats psychedelic over the vault of your sleeping face,
adjusting comet tails caught in your hair, so I can see the miracle more clearly—
you, unreal being in reality, you, proof that magic exists in the world,
you, my melancholic sunrise, the small arc of dawn that tears my chest apart.
How I would have run through hallucinating crowds, suffocated by desire,
only because your eyes were waiting for me somewhere in our suspended house—
that abstract house where everything disappears into your tired shoulders,
where the entire world melts like wax beneath your gentle flame.
I would have kissed your forehead like a cosmic altar, without words spoken—
the highest bridge I can cross toward you, my stellar beloved,
and in the kitchen, cutting banal onions, you become liquid legend,
my tears are not for the onion, but for the happiness that drowns me.
I have forgotten what fighting means, shouting, the sharp and ancient pain—
you have erased from my neurons every vocabulary of evil and fear,
leaving me only with one language: your love as perpetual flux,
the only truth I know, the only madness that makes me whole.
Andromeda's beauty
holds one in captivity...
brilliant rings of blue and white
rotating in excessive speed;
on moonless evenings, it's light
is bright pink with a stellar sheen.
Closest to the beautiful Milky Way,
it holds a trillion stars in harmonious state,
name one after yourself by their luminous appearance and lovely shape;
be fascinated by that vision and slowly look away:
there are more galaxies bigger than Andromeda itself...
who can live some millions of years and discover them before one's death?
Andromeda' beauty
draws one nearer to God to appreciate His artistry,
try not to doubt the hand that made it beautifully...
be amazed, never pull away, disbelieve and feel awry;
stare at it, observe it as astronomers do,
be overwhelmed without solving its clue.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "Why don't you stay"
The sparkling dawn veneers
my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless yearning,
paints gold garden in heart’s canvas,
blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the unfaded facsimile
of your astral floral face, I adore.
As the patina of radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with seraphic grandeur
of resplendent pearls of dew,
rhapsody radiates relentlessly
in mesmeric meadow of my mind.
Your remote heart becomes mine,
in the ether of euphoria, I float.
The moist meadow of my mind dries,
parched passion cloud doesn’t float.
Let your receding mystique shadow
enwrap my morose heart with hope.
My halcyon horizon will wait
for the southern wind to waft,
bring from the smoky sky of longing
your charismatic clouds to me.
With the surge of emotive rainstorm
my desire in deserted mind will blow.
In the vivacious vale of my heart,
configured by contours of your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit
of earnest yearning to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving
melts in a torrent of emotion,
makes my lingering love for you
a cascading stream where I swim.
Flowing in the captivating current
of your magnetic attraction,
my possessed passion sails
to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your elfin image embroiders
the constellation of stars in my sky.
In my sanguine heart the stellar shine
of the enthralling sequins I preserve.
Wandering listless in wasteland
of the waning memory of longing,
my tear drops roll on dismal path,
I pave persistently anew for you.
I hear the enchanting echo of songs
you used to sing for mesmerized me.
You will never know how much
I miss you when you are gone.
Fear does appear might be the last tier of Ben’s career
Not after Ashes nadir but dafter going out for a beer
Pundits in press pulpits confess we should be severe
Rafter of Puritans cheer stress ECB do make it clear
Fans feast on our beast from the North East a panacea
Won't forget the reset no more regret Bazball engineer
Our brigadier bringing up the rear all singing pioneer
Our white knight up for the fight bright light chandelier
Tarnished but varnished players’ peer friend puppeteer
Plucking for our swashbuckling and rucking buccaneer
Scaling new heights orienteer & trend bucking cavalier
Our bombastic and iconoclastic fantastic bombardier
Not chipper our ripper skipper do hold dear will be a tear
Done like a kipper for being a sipper now team can’t steer
For argy bargy with rugger bugger nipper who did sneer
Wokery no is jiggery pokery by a seedier media profiteer
We're getting a clue there maybe a coup is all very qu*er
Fans ire spiking as us all forever liking that Viking veneer
Baz and Key let Ben be for it is his team to commandeer
A Prince didn’t always convince still wince at Shoaib Bashir
Out too late mate no Cinderella slipper so fall on your spear
Not for the Ashes clashes nadir but lashes for a mere beer
Souvenir in cellar is this the end of great fella’s stellar career?
The horizon sketches a moving line,
A boundary we oft take for the end;
But to the knowing spirit, limits bend,
Inner self and outer bounds intertwine.
To forge a broad, sure solemn sacred reach,
We need unstrap from the edge of the shore
What we thought, what we wagged we knew before,
And let the wafting waves and waters teach.
The more we sail, the more we uncover
The horizon receding before us
And how little we know that we can trust,
With knowledge ocean, an endless wonder.
The ego shrinks, the branded harbour fades,
As we sail out on boundless ocean`s deeps;
A graceful insight lies that never sleeps,
Guiding us through the deep sea shifting shades.
A bashful breath in shining stellar spark,
We are a tiny boat in the vast sea,
A drop of rain in the infinity,
A dot of light in the unbounded dark.
Let our end goal of life be the broad reach,
Knowing well that we can grasp but a drop
Of the stream of dew at the mountain top
Or a grain of sand on an endless beach.
Let`s stretch bounds of the mind, let anchors go,
Let`s sail in the vast sea, the glowing blue;
The light resides deep within us, that`s true
And we are one within the streaming flow.
On a broad reach, our vessel finds its guide,
Sails in tune with the invisible wind,
Letting unseen currents direct our swing,
Past the shallow blue water of low tide.
To travel a broad reach across oceans
Is to sail wide, without destination,
Trusting our journey and our own vision
Where our boat mirrors inner emotions.
Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts
A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of titans and mythical creatures
Serpents and beasts with grotesque features
Summer arose, out rolled the wheel
Stonework replaced by the forging of steel
Harnessing power from great rivers and streams
Oceans soon conquered by ships of dreams
There were wondrous amphitheaters without a flaw
Spectacular cathedrals that left us in awe
Advances in medicine enhanced our lives
Youthful deaths seemed for the archives
Autumn emerged, the pinnacle of man
Although swarming to billions wasn’t the plan
The thriving Metropolis made man a city dweller
Piercing the sky with scrapers so stellar
Technology progressed to an unfathomable height
Our synapses fired so glaringly bright
We drove motor cars and traversed the stars
And even toyed with the idea of avatars
Winter came, and into ash we did burn
We dug our graves and had nowhere to turn
Conquered by robotics that we impatiently built
Mega cities crumbled to sand and silt
We gave godly power to Artificial Intelligence
Paying the ultimate price when they evolved to sentience
Mighty bombs dropped, and every city fell
The curtains sadly drawn as mankind bids farewell
I am grieving for our yesterdays
when your eyes spoke to me of love
when the moon still rose in the night
before its soft glow faded and died.
I've learned not to trust eyes that tell lies
and a tongue that spews illicit words
as if you were merely playing a game.
Your malice doused the flames of desire,
its ashes carried away on the wind.
I am sinking into the depths of an abyss,
miserably mourning and feeling abused,
tormented by the memory of you,
feeling foolish thinking your vows were true.
There are times I still hear your toxic words
haunting me as your acidic tongue drips venom
that drivel over me; lethal as a dose of foxglove.
How can it be that love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream inside my heart?
You called it love but that's a chameleon's lie.
Your deception wounds my body and scars my soul,
with an infection that leaves me mortified,
spilling tears I cannot hide or staunch.
I've traveled a thousand miles from yesterday.
Each one plunged me deeper into darkness,
wallowing in stygian shadows.
As I slip into the void of this endless black,
I lack the will and resolve to live like this
with your acrimonious venom flowing in my veins.
An asp you are to bite the one who loves you.
I'm left to wander in desolation,
unloved, unwanted and desperate for the destiny
that once I would have berated myself to seek.
No longer can I bear to gaze at starlight
or the glow of moonlight in stellar skies.
Celestial beauty holds no allure for me.
I yearn for eternal rest with stardust memories.
We are God's stories--
His novels,poems, plays...
Some of us are short stories,
lives brief but poignant,
perhaps more so than
those who are long, winding novels.
A few are sonnets, stellar,
like bright shooting stars streaking
silently across the infinite
night-black sky....
Fewer still become grand epic poems
that all know of but few ever read.
Some march as soldiers of war
or fortune or hope in histories
written with a divine pen.
Others strut about, comics
in the farce of their lives.
The sad ones play tragedy,
till they can finally awaken.
And the babies are haiku,
evoking a moment in time
yet eternal nonetheless.
Faye was working as a gym instructor,
When a colleague asked her to set up,
A triathlon event, and she was a runner,
In the contest, so desired to join up.
She competed in her first triathlon 2009,
And is now a four time World Champion;
She came 4th in Rio, just missed top line,
And trains at the Loughborough pavilion.
In 2013 at the ITU Para-triathlon Worlds,
She won the gold: that was in London,
And in 2014 at the Edmonton ITU Worlds,
She took the silver slot with conviction.
Then in 2015 Faye won another silver,
In the ETU European Geneva Champs,
And in 2016, Lisbon, Faye gave tether,
To another stellar silver for her lamps.
In the French Besançon World Para Event,
Claire captured the gold. A physiotherapist,
Who was born without any left hand rent,
Born in Eastbourne as a Nov. 1979 guest.
In the realm where night caresses the dawn,
Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories,
A song rises, an echo of lost souls,
On lands where love, an eternal enigma, weaves its myths.
Do not confuse sex with love, we implore,
For sex, yes, exists... tangible, fleeting,
But love is a flame that burns in eternity,
An ocean in which all seasons of the heart submerge without fear.
Love, that grand and subtle force,
Hides in unexpected corners of existence,
In silent glances, in touches barely whispered,
In words unspoken, yet felt in their deepest essence.
It takes no account of form, of rules, of time,
It traverses dimensions, defies logic, decomposes reason.
Sex is but a breeze, a wave in the sea of love,
A page in the vast book of human connection, free of judgement or the prison of convention.
Oh, how easy it is to fall into the carnal trap,
To confuse the flame of passion with the stellar light of love!
But true love is like an expanding galaxy,
Where each star, each planet, each comet,
Is an unwritten word in the poem of the universe.
In this world of illusions, where everything is bought and sold,
Love remains priceless, a treasure hidden in the depths of the heart,
Which cannot be conquered through mere carnal gestures,
But only through an inner journey, through the labyrinth of one's own being.
So, do not confuse sex with love,
For sex indeed exists... but love is what transcends us,
Transforms us, makes us dream of the infinite,
Of that world where everything is possible,
Where souls meet and unite in a cosmic symphony,
Preserving the magical echo of an everlasting love.