Bald eagles soared to climax
winds following suit
reaching Mother Moon’s orbit
pink-blue wings swirling in space
feathers reach essences dissolving
Love innocent endures —
Breastbones transmuted at
point of no return
we sailed into Void, fluid
zéro apogee in vastness
stoic points absent to
pierce poinsettia
throbbing Hearts
bleed red —
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Silver Winner Poem
Allpoetry: Sept 26
Form : Brevity
Prompt : apogee
VERSE 1
You were the only one
Whom I wanted
For a long time
In my dreams at night
I said hello
Not goodbye
I followed your steps
I was your shadow
Did you feel me?
I wanted to have you
Desperately
Only for me
chorus
Only for me
Only for me
Only only only
VERSE 2
You were so close
But far like a star
I couldn’t reach you
You lit everything
You lit everyone
You did what you knew
And I was a moon
My love was so blue
Did you feel it?
I stayed in your view
Silent, but still true
Only for you
Chorus
Only for you
Only for you
Only only only
An Orbit since the blender caught the heart.
No pieces left to glue, just pulsating primordial goo.
Still, blood flows at the beat of hope.
Cursed by the thoughts it feeds the mind.
A Rotation of this planet without inception,
Phenomena deserving parades.
The continuous bullwhip of rumination fades.
Sporadic stabs now dwell in songs and scenes.
The length of despair, the blame is on me.
A requisite to invoke elaborate fantasy.
Futures fabricated, choreographed to the song of us.
Materials a ruse, made of glass and fear.
Shattered from the boulders we threw.
All that remains in this rubble of love, are reflections of me.
Roll in the shards, make sure they stick.
Each fragment, a lesson in the form of riddles.
They have just taken some time to solve.
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
.
.
Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
Not quite on hold
but holding on for sure
Cyclical unfolding
that we both endure
Over the horizon
uncertainty at best
Each day a fresh arising
by which we are blessed
Orbiting ever lower
‘gainst gravity’s harsh pull
Only tugs the mortal coil;
free, our hearts are full
show us your brightside
spare us farsided blackness~
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Always looking out for me, just like the gently glowing full moon,
Even though in broad daylight some days he cannot be found,
I know he always comes orbiting around again soon.
In the vastness of existence, we wander,
Like planets bound in an age-old dance,
Each heartbeat a revolution, a ponder,
In the gravity of chance and circumstance.
Your laughter, a sun that ignites my skies,
Drawing my spirit in orbits so sweet,
Yet somehow, like comets, we drift, and we rise,
In the tangled paths where our destinies meet.
Time is a force that pulls us apart,
Yet the echoes of moments keep calling us near,
Like celestial bodies, you dwell in my heart,
In the realms where love conquers distance and fear.
Through seasons of change and the pull of our dreams,
We align in the twilight, two stars in the night,
For even in darkness, each flicker redeems,
The essence of life that ignites our flight.
So here’s to the cycles that shape who we are,
To the laws of connection, the pulls and the turns,
For in this grand cosmos, where we’re never too far,
Love’s orbit, a lesson, and endlessly burns.
Air aided in gravel’s travel
Its ricocheting rhythm
Rhythming like the crunch
Of an ocean
The steps of someone
The left and right side
Sway as incongruent tides
Whatever winds wind up
Within an earshot, it becomes
Tapped in our orbit
Wonders of the world all around
Wondering what it will be like
To be a cherished kind of sound
IN ORBIT
innocent impressions
a troubled talent
so prolific
in
dedicated presentations
stunning
sensuous
eyes hiding
a shared intimacy
an imagined intensity
candlelit
a turn of events
a focus wondered
intense expectations
proposed
consumed
affecting imagination
so poignant
this
impotency
thwarted
& eluded
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
He, alone, within our orbit
Might one call Rabbit,
Having picked up Rabbit’s Habit
And Rabbit’s Smell does emit
Without pitying limit…
A Rabbit on merit!
Earning The -More -Than -A -Credit!
For watching him at it
Your bank account debit
At least a little bit
For your face that shall be lit
And, laughing, end in a pit.
Nameless nomad from nowhere
needed nurturing in nestling niche,
where enticed excitement exuberant
enveloped enshrined emotions evermore.
On valiant venerable voyage,
vague venture veered in verdant valley,
ever eager to enter enthralling enclave
of enduring endearment enchanting,
reminded me to revere romantic rhythm
of reverie rippling on rapt rapture.
In storm of strife sad shadow swathed the sky,
in my life’s listless landscape
I lost lunar luminosity of your lilac love.
Exceedingly eager I emerged enamored
at the euphoric edge of ebullient ecstasy,
tried to tread the tantalizing twilight trail,
travel to your tulip tinged turquoise terrace.
My mind marauding in mauve meadow
murmured mesmerized, “don’t maroon me”,
even if eroding emerald enchantment
ever ended embittered, embedded in ember.
My grey garden got green glitzy glow,
fervor filled my firmament for I found you,
owned you overtly orbiting my obscure orb.
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March 19, 2022
Contest : My Lost And Found Love
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement is eternal,
a gravitational loop that attracts us
and then throws our self steem space away,
leaving us naked as savages,
clinging to the heat of lies
that warmed the ice of our failures.
(and is this endless walk through the sphere bathed by photons right?
this is the destiny, crossing all equators with bitten nails,
bloodshot eyes of someone who forgot to sleep and dream in the last century?
anger has only one facet and it is a deep black wound,
it scratches the sky and is a vertical and dizzying curse,
it is spear and dagger that stabs the air and draws tears from the dirty stars.
the universe was right to not allow me to fly
because I would be a kind of swift tragedy,
spewing radioactive sunflowers over every naive life like mine).
---------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ----------Sometimes I don't imagine I have a human heart...
Or black stone in my chest...
Sometimes I don't conceive If I'm a normal person...
or astral body loose in space..
Sometimes I feel so out of place
on the surface of the earth. ..
that I actually realize if i am not from this world...
i am a out of orbit...!
I ask the same question once again of the world as it spins
never daring to deviate from its set path around the sun
It remains silent as it has always been
like a lost pharaoh’s tomb buried deep under desert sands
I pose it to the universe ever expanding fearlessly into the unknown
receiving no response
It’s far too busy to bother itself with such silliness from a single
speck of humanity whose existence is meaningless
but a blip, the blink of an eye, a single heartbeat in the history of time
I humbly beg and plead of some distant, detached deity
I’ve never believed in
after all it, or he, or she or they have never believed in me
hoping for an answer to my simple query
the torch I soaked in kerosene awaiting a spark remains dark
as I blindly bumble and stumble
plodding my own orbit over the same familiar ground
the once green grass under my feet trod down
flat and brown
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