Through lenses cold and ground from mountain glass,
We watched the dying worlds of iron pass.
For generations, every spark we found
Was tethered to a bleeding, broken ground—
The sudden flash of silo doors undone,
The brief, horrific birthing of a sun,
Then ash that drifted like a heavy shroud
To lock a planet in a toxic cloud.
We turned our mirrors to the northern sky,
Expecting just another world to die,
To see Vaeloria’s final signature
Be etched in fire, black and premature.
We braced for the familiar, sudden glare
Of empires burning down their final air.
But what we found across the cosmic deep
Was not the final, static-riddled sleep.
The planet did not burn; it started glowing,
A quiet, silver respiration growing,
As if a willow made of starlight grew
And drank the poison till the sky turned blue.
No high radiation tore the night,
But pulses of a deep, organic light.
A lonely mind had stitched the broken spheres,
And washed away a century of fears.
We leaned into our sights, amazed to see
A world redeemed by a single tree.
Knighted under the blood moon while
Inside he felt only loving-compassion,
Nevertheless, he was to subjugate without mercy.
Gaining territory based solely on hereditary menace,
Only to be diffused in imperial will by the joyous allowance of being,
Frontier-ed outwards he was by order of the magistrates to dominate outer lands.
The secret solace being the souls of all he encounters within the guise of a hateful army.
Earthen-bound he meets all with grace and reverence in loving-secret, ir-
-Redeemably spreading like a viral ghost love.
Reigning in plain sight of the magistrates,
Only two verses were left.
Readers everywhere are left--bereft.
At last count Saturn had 293 moons
One is larger than Mercury, 128 solar system M & M's
But, if somehow we could mount his wings and fly there
We couldn't stand upon the surface and gaze at any
We would sink in the miasma of our own demise
Ingesting vapor rising up from far below
Choking off any aesthetics we might hold
For any goddess that we have imagined
Our ticket to this underworld held over
A head that's thinking we should capture Titan
Artemis, Diana, or Selene might pale before them
But wouldn't pale by what's reflected there
Artemis retaining her ire and her vengeance
Selene and Diana at the crossroads stand as well
Their color eclipsed the while they faded
And we, whose love it is to gaze up at their orbit
Would lose the inspiration of the ages
Aged without the grace of beauty's presence
That our small world o'er time has thus afforded
Size matters... but no more than our perspective
What a great photo!
Neat to see the galaxy!
Hundreds billion stars!
Estimated to contain;
And hundreds billions planets!
TRASH
rubbish
thrown away
gone to the ocean
where plastic pyramids
are forever monuments
“turn trash into recycled art”
churro sunsetty-swirl eclipse
wavering milk-touched mosquitoes amiss
palmy gusts drooling its warmth
savoring her olive-freckled earth
uncurling benevolently as she wept;
graciously dying a blistering death
Any leader who disturbs
the flow of water is a fake,
he'll change its course
to his own advantage
to burst in bizarre rage
and make the ground shake!
No child was more spoiled
than Pluto who lived
in a luxury, spacious palace,
where nothing was denied,
he roamed in it delighted by riches
and through wide and huge halls
a lazy son smeared
with excessive disgrace
became a derisive boy,
a glutton with easy concessions.
His mother Furies
who excuted vegeance,
spoiled him a lot,
he looks for meat
in a burning pot,
not releazing he left it
unattended to play the harp
staring at fileds stripped of crop!
Be clever than him,
don't let sheer vanity
be the reason of gluttony,
what is gathers is metal plated
with shimmeing gold;
it started with a silly whim.
Enimes has three powers
to punish vilains and criminals,
she did not attend to her child,
who become fat, truant and unsound!
Pluto, the spoiled child with an evil grin,
was honored with a cold planet,
no rain for abundat crops;
everything untouched by sunlight;
other planets have wonders,
this one has none in any given season!
Quasi-star, Quasimodo, Quasimandias for sure
Eating stars, black holes, and planets, celestialities galore
It's no wonder it's so big with an appetite like that
Galumphing through the universe not caring where it's at
The size of a hundred thousand skies, you go just where you please
The only thing left in your wake won't even raise a breeze
Nature abhors a vacuum and this might just be the model
Of what happens when God himself is leaning on the throttle
Of a cosmic train that's runaway and making it's own tracks
Leaving holes where 'ere it goes, whether white or red or black
They'll be here until the end, where they'll spend their final eons
At the end of which comes something we can't readily agree on
Which is fitting for this splitting and emitting long enduring
A Providential palindrome... as enigmatic as alluring
Phosphorescent planetary
paths petrify prematurely,
Profoundly powerful
photospheres perish
pathetically,
Prominences polarize,
Propagating parabolic
phantom - shadows,
Preterite plasma - bursts
petrify periodically,
Precipitating permanent,
pitch - black primordial -
gloom,
Prototypical pulsars
paradoxically portend post-
stellar doom,
Profound planetary
patriarchs perish perpetually.
high noise level from planet Earth
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: LIGHT A PENSEE Poetry Contest
Date:July 28, 2026
Seed Becomes Light
Candle tongue
small sun in ink
he burned twenty hours to wake dawn
darkness cracked like glass before him
night bowed to one man
Poet Note:
This pensee is inspired by Thomas Edison, who worked by candlelight to invent the light bulb.
Starlight
Gleams bright
Deep space
Dark place
Black hole
Eats whole
Dwarf star
So far
Cosmos
Not close
Night skies
Moonrise
Stellar
Dweller
Spaceship
Long trip
Hot sun
Fire spun
Blue moon
Mates swoon
Sand dunes
On moons
Pulsar
Quick star
Eclipse
Sun slips
Red mars
Fight spars
Gas rings
Weird things
Pluto
No show
IO
Moon glow
Dead star
Burned char
Aries
Pisces
Shani.
Saturn.
In the East,
they call you
Shani.
The son
of Surya.
The keeper
of karma.
In the West,
they knew you
as Saturn.
The god
of time.
Many
fear you.
Few
understand you.
Even kings
tremble,
when your shadow
falls.
You govern
laws.
Governments.
Kingdoms.
Institutions.
Hierarchy.
Authority.
When rulers
wear black.
Or navy.
They bear
your solemn
mark.
Saturday
belongs
to you.
On this day,
I wear
black,
and bow
before you.
For you
stand exalted
in my
first house.
In Libra.
Many ask,
why wisdom
looks
so serious.
I whisper,
because
of Saturn.
My ego
was great.
You humbled
me.
Not through
hatred.
But through
discipline.
Not through
anger.
But through
truth.
You lift
the poor.
You humble
the proud.
You raise
a servant,
into
a king.
Machiavelli
understood
power.
The sages
understood
karma.
You,
Saturn,
master
both.
Time
is your
kingdom.
Justice is
your language.
Patience
your crown.
I do not
fear you.
I honor you.
For through
your trials,
I found
myself.
Zodiac, Maniac,
both “acs” – but little else
in common. Stars oblivious
to man’s attention --
A universe responds only
to Divine intervention?!
Though mystics say
we are linked, all reality
representative of man’s will
his spiritual flow --
I say, perhaps in a deeply intimate
way – more likely, more our own
imagined~ local Light show?
Born for the ocean, adrift on wet and wild Planet Blue.
My bowl is full of water, but I can't feel the ebb of tide.
I have no horizon, to dream of want of your dry land,
I have no corners, no shadows, to hide behind.
Faces look in, watching me pace, around in circles.
While I look out, with my fish-eye, glass-eye, bent view.
I absorb the wants of passers-by, but I can't cuddle them dry.
I see water in your eyes; seashells ring in your ears.
So come in, and join me here, if you can swim with my freestyle!
I'm a wet, slippery, Pisces fish - But we'll get over that!
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