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Premium Member Crystals of Starlight

Look up: to see a dome of black velvet
lavishly set with crystals of starlight.
And watch time confetti infinity,
as trillions of lights twinkle in the night.

Mars and Jupiter share a reddish tinge
while Venus and Mercury are ablaze.
And though Neptune and Uranus are faint;
Saturn's pastel rings evoke songs of praise.

A pocked-faced moon reflects Sol's golden beams,
smiling at a cloud of bats flying by.
And gravity pulls shooting stars to Earth,
splitting the sky in the blink of an eye.

And chameleon clouds shift from pale grey,
to lavender, at the end of the day.
Form: Sonnet


Numbers and Planets

Oozing emotions calm down like silver mercury.
And the courage allows to stand out alone like the Sun.
And extended hands emit the aura granted by the Venus.
Yes, their deeds are loved by the Saturn.
Their Sillage survives as legacy leaving around ecstasy. 

The Mars allows them to be assertive, forthright and directed.
Pluto controls their subconscious force and desires.
Jupiter grants optimism and generosity.
Uranus remains present to correct and grant accuracy.
Their presence spreads positivity!

For they are the blessed one’s!
Sent down to maintain balance and integrity.
They are aware and this is their identity!
Their numbers become the treasures of possessed personality.
Ruby and Sapphire......Nah they are in complete rarity!

Premium Member Celestial Dance

Celestial Dance 

The sun and the moon bowed to each other
as they pass on their orbital routes.
The stars did a heavenly dance of honour
the planets glistened bathed in deep purple

Mercury orbiting closest to the sun
fastest of all of the planets are you
Venus (twinned with Earth) the planet of love
lighten our hearts with your femininity

Earth our own planet only known source of life
Mars the red planet and bringer of war
Jupiter you are the jewel in the crown
we gaze at you breathless with wonder and awe

Uranus once known as Georgium Sidus
you are the enchanting ringed planet of beauty
Saturn, he languidly goes his own way
quietly, quietly just doing his duty

Neptune almost last but not least of the planets
you tip your trident, saluting the Sun 
as all of our planets delight in celestial dancing
we watch hearts struck as they do their run


Posted: Apr 14, 2013
About this poem:
Pluto has recently been 'downgraded' to be a dwarf planet - and is thus not now usually included when listing the planets
Form: Verse

Premium Member Cinderella What Now

CINDERELLA WHAT NOW

I’ve often seen you zoom past Mars,
Blonde hair flowing and blowing
In the breeze of the milky way,
And its trillions of stars.
I so longed for you to be mine,
I imagined us sitting in the curve of the moon
As it slowly began to wane,
And we watched planet earth beneath us,
And the gods of the seas sending tides
Out, splashing foaming and dancing,
Raging, loving that God and the Moon,
Chose mother nature to run this chore,
By being bossy and certainly imposing!
Mystery girl what is your name,
Is it true you are called Cinderella,
You must be the fourth generation,
And according to the invitation
To the ball, your great grandparents were,
Prince Charming and Cinderella
The rich prince and the poor cinder girl
With whom Prince Charming fell in love.
And now you have all the wealth you need,
Choose me, tell your dad what you really want,
And take, a slight tumble,
Learn to become a little humble.
You have captivated my being,
Only of you do I dream.
I know you’re from Venus and hot,
Many suitors you have got,
From Jupiter, Mercury and Uranus,
And Saturn, which one of us 
Will it be,
For I want to marry you,
I have no jewels
To offer like the others,
I am not poor, and will cherish you,
And give you a good life,
As my wife.
Only love and devotion,
From my heart with emotion.
Pretty lady all will be disclosed 
At the Ball, at which your father
Will name the lucky man.
You are stunning,
But for whom are you gunning?


The night arrives, all the eligible
Young men invited from every planet,
Arrive in high tech space ships,
Engineered to impress,
Like your emerald studded green 
Much admired ball gown, gems in excess,
Never in History has such a gown 
Been seen before,  
I’m on an emotional seesaw,
Your green eyes seem cold,
And your manner distant and bold.
The suitor finally named, Prince Zuma 
From Jupiter and you will be
Wife number ten.
You must think long and hard 
About this wedding,
You will be part of a harem,
I whisper in her ear,
I am leaving this pretentious scene
I’m afraid this match might 
have a sad ending,
You, being the subject of this plight.,
Should you need me, contact details
In the hem of your pricey dress.
Think hard, your life has 
Become quite a mess,
Money has become your master,
You are not thinking of forever after.

Premium Member Planets

Our bubble of life in this vast Universe
A planet so dear, Natures from birth
She really is all that we know
But we know there are others
As our telescopes show
 
Named after Mythical gods, from our Human past
But these names will be known as long as we last
These gas giants and the terrestrials
Will become street talk in future juveniles
 
Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
Lets visit the above in space like cars
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus - Neptune
Before we go, lets stop off at the moon
 
The daddy of them all
The mother off all planets
The daughter has lost
The Sun has won it
 
How can it be, that this tremendous glow
Never strikes, or never goes slow
What will we do when she tires out
If you have the answer, please give me a shout
 
So remember, hey future when we pass them in cars
Their more important than us, they are the Stars
They are there for a reason, we just have not reached
But ancestors of our past, they did so preach.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Solar Family

Prince Sun summons lovingly his beautiful wife,
The princess who’s  always shining at night in full, quarter or half;
Oh, my darling where have you been?
I’ve been  to the park to watch the lovers’ kissing scene.

Where is Jupiter our beloved eldest son?
I’ve been busy shining all day long, I hope he’s  around;
My love, he has just arrived and  he’s  big enough,
He can take care of himself especially at times get rough.

Here’s our daughter Saturn coming in,
She has grown into a pretty lady wearing her elegant ring;
Please remind her sometimes to focus on her dreams,
She might have fallen in love with an alien’s son that beams.

The Prince Sun makes a lovely role-call to everyone,
While his Solar Princess sits beside him wearing her luminous crown;
Uranus, Neptune, Mars and Earth saunter to their father
While  youngest Venus and Mercury run quickly to their mother.

The Solar Family has finally reunited as one,
Children hold hand- in-hand… going round and round;
They merrily sing with joyful spirit  of unity,
To exhibit a magnificent view in their residential galaxy.

Jan. 17, 2014  10.15 am

( I composed this poem a month ago for my kids’ fun club)


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© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Planets Part One

after Gustav Holst

Do you remember when you told me that story
of all the Planets in the sky and how they all
had different jobs and had different people they
were in charge of?

(i)
In the first hour of our road trip, when the first 30
minutes had passed into silence, you said
that Uranus was a magician and he was friends with 
all the squirrels and mice and kindly rodents 
of the forest. They would climb on his shoulders
or eat pieces of hard, white cheese out of his wrinkled
hands. You said it was Heaven on Earth to be 
a rodent in Uranus’s company because as  soon
as the cheese ran out, Uranus would open up a little
black book and cast a brand new dairy-oriented spell.

(ii)
We had to take our first pit stop 2 hours into the trip
because you hate eating breakfast right when you wake
up and your stomach was starting to interrupt your
stories. The checkout clerk didn’t laugh at your 9 a.m.
jokes  and didn’t even bother to say you’re welcome
after your second, emphatic thank you. When you 
closed the car door with all your strength you told
me the story of Mars, the bringer of War and how
he owed you a favor. You would send him in to shake
all the racks of snacks until they fell on the floor,
or to steal all the mustard packets from the roller
grill. I told you that wasn’t fair to the other patrons
and in your infinite kindness, relented and took
a great big sip of your 64 oz frozen soda-pop.

(iii)
The road stretched out before us in a long, black
and yellow runway. 64 ozs later we had to stop
again. It was my turn to drive, which meant it was
your turn to play the music. The sun was hiding
behind the clouds like your little niece behind 
your sister’s skirts at family reunions so you played
a few somber, sullen tunes to mimic the day.
An hour into my driving stint the sun grew more
and more confident, daring to peek around the
cumulonimbus skirt and shed a little light for
our humble journey. The music became joyous,
upbeat yet serene. And you: you became
inspired, telling  me that Venus, the bringer 
of Peace sent the sun to light our way and break
the melancholy landscape into transcendental
scenes, as she had done for you a million times before.
© C.W. Bryan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Crazy Thoughts No 4

Babies have been known to crawl
Up to seven hundred feet a day
Better tie a rope tightly around them
Or they'll wind up miles away

Sex burns 360 calories per hour
Who has sex for an hour
Longest for me is seventy-three seconds
Burn more just having a shower 

In Finland every Donald Duck comic
Was banned a few decades ago
Betcha can't guess the reason why
He was naked down below

Summer on Uranus lasts 21 years
Packing my bags as I write
Better not forget the sun tan lotion
My epidermis is pure lily white

From around the age of thirty
Humans begin to shrink
Imagine we lived to a hundred and fifty
We'd be one inch tall methinks

During a normal human life span
Hearts beat more than two billion times
So anything less than that huge number
You're dead so it's time to recline

About 400 different kinds of microbes
Coexist on the human body
They don't even wait for an invitation
Like in-laws I find that shoddy

Only one in two billion people will live
To the age of one hundred sixteen
Sorry for all you nice folks out there
But I'm the one chosen it seems

Giraffes can clean their ears with their tongue
It's dangerous don't try this at home
It might just twist you into a pretzel
And even break a few bones!

© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain

The Balls of God

Facing your reality can be your greatest fear 
difficult decisions as to where you go from here 
and it can take the balls of God to follow what is clear 
you don’t want to go backdown slopes and disappear 

You can take the easy option not meet your desires 
but you should follow your heart seeing what transpires 
as you’ve already lost it all and faced all of the trials 
you’ve nothing left to lose so what’s the point of the denial 

That fear of what’s ahead is not ahead but in your head 
In one hundred years from now we will all be dead 
that fear is there to conquer or you’ll live with the regrets
of being someone long ago who everyone forgets 

Being stung by the limelight may have changed your perspective 
It only knocked you backwards you’re not naturally selected 
So don’t be stunned just do what’s right get your thoughts collected 
Who cares about opinions when nobody’s perfected 

You know you more than they do 
and you care for you the most
you know just what you can do 
dare yourself when all oppose 

I could have done so much more 
if I knew what I was fighting for 
with this second chance I’m sure 
I’ll give what I didn’t give before 

Those who look from balconies 
have also reached their boundaries 
I’ll change what Is surrounding me 
Up off the ground undoubtedly 

It’s all about the balls of God 
slightly bigger than Uranus 
Give it all that you have got 
you might be rich and famous!

And if not you had a go....
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

it's not us who decide

t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,

It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of Saturn’s rings,
Or the duration of the day on Pluto,

It’s not us who decide
The composition of nitrogen and oxygen on earth,
Of the atmosphere on Pluto or Uranus,
Or the speed towards us of the galaxy of Sagittarius,


We do not decide the position of Cassiopeia,
Nor the speed of rotation of the sun,
We don’t decide our place in the universe
And we will never,

How is it that in the great din of the stars
we hear nothing, there is pure magic,
So let us be thankful to God for having been witnesses
of all this, for we will not change the order of the world.



Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons 
De l’ordre des étoiles,
De l’éclat de la Grande ourse,
Ni de l’apparition furtive d’une étoile filante,

Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la place de Jupiter dans le ciel,
De la taille des anneaux de Saturne,
Ou de la durée du jour sur Pluton,

Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la composition d’Azote et d’oxygène sur la terre,
De l’atmosphère sur Pluton ou Uranus,
Ou de la vitesse vers nous de la galaxie du Sagittaire,


Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons de la position de Cassiopée,
Ni de la vitesse de rotation du soleil,
Nous ne décidons pas de notre place dans l’univers
Et nous ne le ferons jamais,

Comment se fait il que dans le grand vacarme des étoiles
nous n’entendions rien, il y a là pure magie,
Alors soyons reconnaissants à Dieu d’avoir été témoins
de tout cela, car nous ne changerons rien à l’ordre du monde.

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