van Gogh’s yellow transmuted — s a p p h i r e
on palette before my irises
faded sunflowers become
black butterflies
F l uttering
on outskirts of red beginnings
from cocoon onto canvas
is it my blue seraphim core
they seek to touch ?
astounded I splotch violets whispering
so they have nectar to quench
birthing thirst_____ white
sinking back into
sapphire SEA
I report to Neptune
all is well ~
_____________________
Unnamed Painting : Suzanne VanBebber
Private : Image Copyright : Oregon : May 26
Silver Winner Poem : Allpoetry.com : May 26
Assessor : Suzanne VanBebber
Babe, I haven't seen you since 1989.
Maybe I'm paranoid
Cuz I'm full of Methane
And the other planets
Think I'm a joke.
Negative 340 degrees Fahrenheit,
Twelve hundred mile and hour winds,
They think I'm out of touch.
Cold, dark, and bitter.
We have 16 hour days.
24 feels excessive.
It takes us 165 Earth years to orbit the sun
What's the big rush?
Look, Babe, I could talk till I'm blue in the face
Due to my methane gas
Absorbing red light
And reflecting blue light,
But I'm exhausted.
So I'll keep this short.
I got 5 rings.
I got 16 moons.
8 of which
I'm still on speaking terms with.
The days are short but the years are long.
I hope you come back soon.
1989 feels like a long time ago.
Your icy, icy baby,
Neptune.
they told me space is empty
but it never feels empty
it feels like something that forgot how to speak
neptune lives where the light gives up
where blue turns into something deeper than color
something closer to quiet
i think about distance a lot
how it stretches without asking
how it keeps going even when you don’t want it to
we sent something out there once
a small machine carrying pieces of us
like proof we existed
but it just kept going
neptune,
an ice giant
with no solid surface;
eighth and last in Solar System.
the windiest with supersonic winds
that far exceeds the speed of sound.
planet with sixteen moons;
blue in color...
neptune
,
A grand blue mass of dreams and illusions
A Piscean planet of sensitive delusions
Light years away from the land we call home
Our very last neighbor in a space of its own
Only water lives here, forget about the sand
An icy blue atmosphere takes up all the land
It’s birthday comes once every 165 years
It’s rings barely visible, it’s like they disappeared
With supersonic winds, it’s a force of nature
And of the fourteen moons, Triton’s the major
This cerulean sphere has seen all the danger
It orbits so gracefully.. a beautiful stranger.
You're too far gone
Too cold
Too distant
I can't hear your heartbeat anymore over the milky blue swirls
Only the silence in the night sky between cold breaths
The same silence that lingered between messages the day you left
The same silence that haunted me each night
And then…your breath went cold
That's when I realized where your soul finally lies at rest.
Neptune
I can't bring you back to the sun
I cant warm your skin
I can't look you in your eyes and tell to hold on
You're stuck on Neptune
Till the end of eternity.
Always changing, moving, rising and falling.
I love to stand by a sandy strand
and yell at the ever-rolling ocean.
I go down
to the restless seas and tidal lakes,
I go down as an exiled Neptune goes down
to shake my trident in a brazen joy and defiance,
to be part of that upheaval of the sea
but not in it.
I love the tides how they
move us in and out of one space
to another.
I am brave no more,
I am water in the mouth of a fleeing fish,
it is my unspoken secret.
The ocean is too dangerous for a man of my stout age.
Neptune now reigns within straw huts
or beach front mansions.
Too much salt
and I gag.
Yet I love to go (at a distance),
to meet the seas stormy depths,
to wave my arms, to lift my trident high,
to spin it like a baton
otherwise, what is it good for?
The very worst day for me
is a day becalmed, a day without ebb and flow.
No need to pity old Neptune,
I never did like shellfish.
summer season on
lovely Neptune planet lasts
about forty years
Neptune was a bit jealous of the new sea king MerMim.
Young mermaids were steaming up the rocks to see him
He was virile and handsome, appealing in every way.
Learning about him made Neptune jealous that day.
You are the most handsome god in the sea, said his wife.
He did not appreciate it, for he had forgotten his life.
He used to be the one the young mermaids lined up to see.
Now they called him “the old man who lives in the sea”
All I can distinguish from this tapestry of a world
are the different hues of blue within the little threads
The rain that falls when the tears of little neptunes
cleanse the world from any form of optimism
The ocean where all that sadness is drained towards
that many find themselves drowning in
No matter how many lenses of yellow
I tether to my eyes
The life from the green is incapable to satisfy
as there is simply no life or happiness to be found,
even within the baby blades of grass
Life never lasts anyway
it always seems to die
And unfortunately, death is the foundation of the floods
from little neptunes
Enraged winter ocean
Mighty anger displayed
Neptune has lost control
Howling winds whip up waves
Fearful for sailors' souls.
Enraged winter ocean
Turbulence ongoing
Neptune is clearly mad
Manic ocean tantrum
Watching in warm clothes clad.
Enraged winter ocean
Boat battles angry sea
Fanatical Neptune
Rout under soulless sky
Storm rages at high noon.
Enraged winter ocean
Unrelenting frenzy
Neptune's beyond the pale
Vortex of pure madness
Man is so very frail.
catastrophic storm
my heartbeat accelerates
at Neptune's anger
my internal storm tempered
watching mighty ocean rage.
Ocean or Seas
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Send me up into space to live in the night sky.
Along Saturn's rings, I'll dance along to my own beat.
Turning in circles as I pretend the planets revolve around me
Until I slip off the edge and float away.
Running into stars as I make my way through space
Neptune is next, and then Mars another day.
Written May 30, 2021
Neon blue in late night sky,
Earth’s most farthest cousin,
Planet god who rules the sea,
Triton best of fourteen moons,
Uper crest of frozen gas clouds,
Nebulous six rings of floating ice,
Each year equals 165 of ours!
Written 23/05/21
Planet poetry competition
Matt Caliri sponsored
Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain
Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed
Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate
Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate
Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide
Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive
Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire
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