What a great photo!
Neat to see the galaxy!
Hundreds billion stars!
Estimated to contain;
And hundreds billions planets!
what a great photo!
like a huge river of stars!
stretched across the sky!
Milky Way pours stars
spilling orange pekoe sun mars
like hot onyx tea
Moonlight trickles soft light
Pouring from Milky Way
Illuminating gold silent night
Save for fireflies dancing away
Honeysuckle breeze enticing
Blue butterfly sleeps in red rose
Vision of brown owl exciting
Hunting with razor sharp toes
Farmer Richie milked the prize cow a bucket full,
greedy, he milked the next one, but it was the bull,
the bucket went flying, as the horns found their mark,
streams of milk on road, Richie’s rear ripped like a cork!
Let me fly into the skies,
Where the milky way lies.
Bed of stars hangs around,
Oscillates as merry- go -round.
Leaves one and enters into the other,
Just like stepping into a deep river.
Where to start and where to end,
What so ever but still looks pleasant.
Couldn't locate it's center and origin,
All ways look the same as the beginning.
Mysterious you are ,"I love and admire"
Sky looks happy to have you as its attire.
The night is vast, a velvet tide,
Soft breath of stars that will not hide.
The moon lies low, a molten flame,
And every leaf whispers your name.
No mirrored haze, no city glare,
Just silence hung in midnight air.
The trees extend their thick shadowed limbs,
Their touch as warm as "biblical" hymns.
The bushes lean, their blossoms spread,
A secret path where we are led.
Green leaves embrace with tender sweep,
The earth awakes, it does not sleep.
Above us spills a sugared stream,
Cotton candy stars that gleam.
The Milky Way—our bridal veil,
A shining road, a comets siver tail.
Your hand in mine, so dark and sweet,
Our pulses rise, our shadows meet.
The hush is deep, the moment stays,
Entwined beneath the milky way.
I taste the salty night upon your skin,
The universe stirs, we beg the night.
With every spark the heavens say:
We are the fire,
are each atoms dancing, In your Milky Way.
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
blessed maiden by the stream
weaving raiments from the stars
apple of her father's eye
full of charm and grace
there lived one across the bank
across where the princess weaved
steering oxen through the grass
able, strong and brave
the princess and the cowherd
crossed paths by the Milky Way
a glance, a nod, and a wink
love then swept their feet
lost within each other's gaze,
the weaver's loom stopped her spin
oxen roamed the fields alone
order came apart
their love became a poison
the king thus bade the cowherd:
"depart henceforth, and return
where you once belonged!"
the lovers held their farewells
but the parting broke their hearts
and so the Milky Way's banks
filled up with their tears
the king, therefore, must relent
to give their love one more chance
for one bright eve they shall meet
at the magpie's bridge
Abandoned Galaxy
So many millions of years ago
was left a wonderful land
A land of a green planet
Far from the Milky Way
A beautiful invisible life
Memory in the Space flies
Indelible memories
A new universe goes
Still no lives on; old
There is emptiness
Delayed landing
Land on
A life on
Lives come
Be
Settler
Back on
Back
Gone
Back
Come
My Own Undoing
Coursing through an unknown milky way ???. Well, that's my fate. Were we not born to succeed?
This and many more should be answered, blatantly, if not unequivocally.
I am me, and you, should be you.
How far do we go to establish a point of un-duress? We should be cunning, as well as kind with our "Knowing" (Knowledge).
So let's be fortunate in radically Undoing our own
Thank you.
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
billions twinkling stars
riddle of evolution -
trail the milky way
Mocha or milky skin
Once in a lifetime grin
Delicate derrière
Elegant emerald stare
Luxurious luscious hair
It was one of those days when the cold
nipped and sliced but the air was so
pure that it's freshness enticed..
It was one of those days with a robin
blue sky and cotton cumulus clouds
that kept drifting on by,
It was one of those days when the earth
kept on spinning and your soul felt such peace
that you couldn't stop grinning..
It was one of those days that morphed into night
and the milky way appeared and Venus shined bright.
It was one of those nights under blankets you heaped,
as nature bid you sweet dreams and you fell deep in sleep..
A milky-eyed mourning dove
Sat upon a tombstone - tacit -
Inside the grounds of St. Francis
To admire a cache betroved.
A sentinel's duty - it bears -
Not broken by a morning beam -
Even the shuffle of the wind
Could not disturb the atmosphere.
The dove - it eyed me peacefully -
Let out a feathered sigh.
I felt it - walking on by -
That blessed serenity.
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