Star Nothing Poems

I no longer write flowery verse,
My mind is adrift from the universe
And my star is dim.

Magic and mystery no longer plague me;
The moon has set...

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No matter what the world may bring
No matter how the winds may sting
There is a light that burns within
A flame that never will rescind

It shines...

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You're nothing
You're a disgrace
You've been dishonored
You've been unmasked
For the villain
That you are.


You know not
What true love is
You know not
The meaning of family.


All you know is...

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Love's 
sometimes like a pale star in the distance 
which doesn't brighten or warm the heart,
sometimes like a very close star, 
the sun in our...

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This is no Nantucket watercolor, 
Closeted, waiting for the artist’s death 
To fetch a better price.
This is not some dusty postcard landscape, 
Motionless, stocked in...

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No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie

upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps...

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silent as a hush
tranquil as a summer star
death knows nothing now....

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Should anyone hurt you with cruel words or deeds
And there is no one to lean on for comfort

I hope, if nothing else...
You seek refuge in...

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So what if there are a million stars
Littering the night sky's darkness?
So what if their colour varies,
Their distance, or their brightness?

They are lovely, yes, that's...

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Just picture this:
Our solar system with it’s Sun and its planets
The delicate dance around that the planets do
Now imagine an incredibly massive hair net
That holds...

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There is a location where time turns into circles 
Down to the oval zeros going nowhere fast
Vacated, convoluted, rolled into yesterdays mistakes
Star imaginings are seen...

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I see no cloud, no sky
I see neither the moon nor the sun
I see no shrub nor any fly
I see no glee nor any fun
I...

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Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid
A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve
Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift....
Double time she always seems...

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You nourish me
with your ever filling tunnel
full of your sweet companionship

My innocence, filled with your mar
I don't know who I am
and if this is acting,...

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You were aiming to hit a star.
However, you did not go far.
Just whom are you going to thank?
You’ve got nothing left in the tank.

You were...

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