Like sparks trailing
from a million, billion fireflies,
a single thought limns a trillion suns.
From the first small bonfire
flickering across four million years,
whose light imprints itself
upon the canvas backdrop
of a feckless, barely cohesive Infinity,
the matter of man, no more than
the past, transmogrifies the future --
denies the import of "real" or "black"
or any other type of matter.
Yet existing, it defines the local locus
of now and when ... and how and then.
The freezing cold of space
burns like energy backfiring on itself.
Somewhere, celestial lightshows
flare across parsecs of near emptiness.
Liquid oxygen fuels
the laboring lungs of multitudes,
singing out the music of the spheres,
maestros of a trillion symphonies,
platelets in the lifeblood of the Universe.
Like a Coriolis wave that imprints itself
upon a formless sandstorm,
a thought burns itself
into the very fabric of Eternity,
opens like a budding flower,
and initiates its own realities.
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Author notes
Je suis un Capricorn.
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This is my Desiderata.
Written December 2nd, 2005
Categories:
parsecs, 9th grade, poetry, space,
Form: Free verse
Somewhere on another world
in a far away galaxy,
Intelligent life forms built a telescope,
so powerful our planet they could see
I also built a similar contraption
then maxed out the zoom,
Now I witness these same beings
observing earth from a room
And as they zoom in closer
it’s dinosaurs they see, not me
This is no illusion,
nor does it defy relativity
I’m in their far off future
watching them observe earths distant past,
I spot a real T Rex on their monitor
Barney I nickname him, aghast!
I’m live streaming earth
via a planet no one has ever heard,
Even though the creatures I see
are 66 million years dead,
We humans have not evolved yet
for we’re light parsecs ahead
Every observable thing that has happened
embeds in photons racing through space,
All we need to unlock them is technology,
and be standing in the right place
I hope you follow my postulation
these implications are quite intense,
What good are our imaginations
without trying to make some sense.
Wow! here’s a thought about this poem
say on a planet 2000 light years away,
If by chance they observe Jerusalem
Christ son of man! what more need I say
Categories:
parsecs, allegory, allusion, deep, god,
Form: Rhyme
6 cups of smashed white beans
skins removed
2 cups of heavy cream
4 tablespoons of crushed garlic
7 cups of chicken stock
1/2 cup of chopped green onions
2 cups of chopped chicken
1--1 and a half cups of crabmeat
1 cup olive oil
1 cup of green peppers
1/2 cup of celery
1 cup of flour
2 cup of chopped cooked bacon (crisped)
1 cup of cherrystone clam2 cooks of brown rice cooked
2 cups of shredded cabbage
2 cups of diced potatoes
2 cups of cooked brown rice
2 t (each) thyme, cayeene, basil, tarrogan, mace and paprika
make a roux using oil and flour, add peppers and celery when roux is brown
add 2 tablespoons of crushed garlic, pour in half the beans mixture
allow to thicken
add this to the beans in a pot, mix well. add chicken stock and allow to cook.
add rice, bacon, and crab meat allow the flavor to fuse. 10 minutes. remove from heat and add heavy cream, stirring to mix and place back on heat. you want a thick rich soup.
add chicken and green onions
Categories:
parsecs, art, desire, fish, food,
Form: Ballad
Hear the silence passing from sphere to sphere,
As if mocked in private grinning from ear to ear,
Cosmic thunder starts from nothing for nothing was always here,
Infinity shudders and quakes then another reappears,
Liquid in dimensions but solid in existence to epoch a cosmic year,
Fusion in parsecs burning out nonsense to simply disappear,
A lonely earth because in this birth we hide all that we fear,
Coexist when nothing makes sense is an ancient curse we must persevere.
(2017)
Categories:
parsecs, confusion, deep, earth, life,
Form: Rhyme