There is nothing more breathtaking than a clear sky at night when the wonders of creation are above you.
Quote by poet.
Natures wonders are on display
But are not seen in bright of day
So venture out in dark of night
I'll guarantee you'll want to stay.
Sparkling diamonds on a clear night
A full moon too shining so bright
Meteors too streaking brightly
The night sky is an awesome sight.
Those brighter lights that you will see
Are the planets in perigee
You'll need a telescope I fear
When they're far out in apogee.
Winter's best when the skies are clear
Wrap up well keep a warm drink near
When dawn comes the show is over
The moon and stars now disappear.
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
undressing intrigue
three pale bodies ebb and flow
cascading moonlight
Flight by Terence Cummings-Smith,
I ride the path ballistic,
in a screaming, scorching arc.
From perigee in flaming hell
to apogee far beyond Arcturus.
Neutrons and tachyons spray,
from magnetic nozzles.
Through burning twisting vortex,
of syncopated space and time.
Reality compresses into pinpoint ultraviolet before,
Mote infrared behind.
My very thoughts lingering,
most far behind.
Time's march freezes,
rolls retrograde.
Nuclei dance, atomically chattering,
Quarks trance.
And I'm there.
Standing by the rolling sea in one mesmeric night of June
Suffused with the shimmer of the sapphire water serene
I saw the regal ascend with grandeur of the perigee moon
On waves fell supermoon streaks through stardust screen
The enthralling spectacle of the orb shined as divine boon.
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June 8, 2022
Contest : The Moon In June (Choose One Of Five Forms)
Sponsored by : Andrea Dietrich
Common sun retreat
a tremendous pale splendor
full moon perigee
How sad the prophets must be
Songs, talks and wars about the mystery
While sitting quietly meditating on the Bodhi Tree
Or walking on the ancient waters of Galilee
And Gabriel finding Mohamed leaving God's messages daily
Prophets all — like spirits in apogee perigee
Circling the earth all ways similar in harmony
If only mankind were able to see
The ardent kindness on which they all agree
There would be no us or them no thou or thee
But all would live with the prophets eternally
And the earth would live forever free
Joining together giving to all in need
Forever together in this upcoming century
If only.
Skies align
moon, sun, and earth
below
eternity.
Come, calls joyous night,
rise from dreams.
(Oh, I
wish I were
weightless!)
In silver,
I am found
as heaven parts clouds,
and a perigee moon
p u l l s
me closer to dance.
Written 6/3/20
for Edward Ibeh's Yalto Poetry Contest 2
Title - Syzygy
another primaveral day dawning upon me
as i linger stir-crazy in the moments unfolding
in apoplectic thoughts within my mind
while watching the carelessness of others
my moue tightly tucked beneath my mask
hides my silent screams for more distance
famished it seems the world has become
beneath the burden of these bare shelves
one could feel starved of more than food
as they buckle to their knees in prayer
feeling like children to a lesser God
in this turbulence that has consumed us
we grasp the need to feel a closeness
a perigee to a fullness to fulfill the emptiness
yet we feel nothing as this greater distance remains
all we have is the hypermnesia of past moments
breaking through the darkness of mind
as we close our eyes just to see a glimmer of light
in hopes that tomorrow breaks these chains
that weigh us down in heart and mind alike
April 7, 2020
THE SUPERMOON AND THE SEA
The crimson sun goes down slowly cold and wet
At the gripping edge of the sea in the speckled sky
The swelling waves carry overturned palette on crest
The cloud layers blush in colors, in moist air they fly.
The sky soon turns in gloom a void in shades of grey
From where permeate the gleams of the falling dusk
Disappear in the horizon making for the night the way
To creep after the twilight with elements of the dark.
On one such night in the winter standing by the sea
I see the perigee moon appear low in all its grandeur
The sparkling stars spread silver dust falling free on me
The waves churn the supermoon streaks on breakers.
The distant glimmer of the azure water deeply serene
Enters my charmed mind, takes it to sea bottom still
Drenched blue in moonshine I soak the bliss within
The soothing touch of the divine orb I instantly feel.
January 4, 2018.
Moon's Perigee Affection
Under the moon of love
obscured by wisps of iridescence shroud
you will be my love tonight I think of
Illumination change as they move across lit above
Moon’s Perigee endowed and proud
among the shadows of flowers
they flicker and scatter
as it approaches the horizon crowned
along the seashores
Mysterious magical midnight blue
view Magellanic cloud woo
Pass through embodied
quiet of the night cool caressing breeze
trees bend to their knees to appease
to seek its dazzling perfection
Moon’s Perigee affection
11/14/2016
Your face above the aspen grove
Draws closer still, in evening skies
In shadowed pall, your silver trove
Now blushing as the oceans rise
On Saturnian nights I rise;
homing in on apogee and perigee,
my soul rises.
Free-floating energy mingles,
with crackling static;
my body feels nothing and I feel no body.
Crystalline ice in hydrogen milk,
can float my soul forever;
safe in its womb, am I.
A celestial merry-go-round;
Saturnian rings spin Saturnian dreams;
they lull me to sleep.
On Saturnian nights;
etheric body in flight greets many souls;
who’ve gone before.
A classroom of grace, it is;
a spiritual recharging station;
Saturnian nights invigorate all of my senses.
A soul in flight on a Saturnian night;
hears symphonic lessons,
in staccato verbiage.
I awaken from Saturnian dreams;
a new spirit in an old body;
with wider zest for life.
The Saturnian centrifuge,
brings much clarity.
Boasting in perigee, this moon we seek to capture
Making love to lunar light
Basking in its generous rapture
Reach to touch a full moon so bright
Bestowing rare shadows to the night
Artistic endeavors inspired
By a celestial rarity
Brightest of orbs admired
In each rural locale or city
Before its fickle glow fades without pity
lonely as a dried up hero
legend only to the past,
as a world moved on
from foolish children’s faith,
energy of generations
arrives at perigee,
blown out like flatulence
snuck into polite conversations,
snide groupthink on
a notion of good sport
and fair play,
while eyes and hands
itch to turn main street
into charnel houses,
the foolish ones
barking dulcet tunes
get frog marched to the wall,
can it even be,
anymore with visions dead,
above in a hawk eye
clear cold wind and azure sky,
high over every thing, everything
the squabble, the blood
the raging teeth,
godless empires and ideal,
the line of never ending human hearts
blazed away,
flaring like desert sun,
burning,
shining like moon rockets
over the sea of tears below,
the very world gives off a sickbed air,
damned
damn
damn
the creator for demanding
to know ourselves
before we know forgiveness,
of chemicals,
of realpolitik,
of biocentric theorem,
a life,
like this republic,
if we can keep it...
gott mit uns.
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