I woke in a pool of befuddlement
was I still alive?
or was this death?
my heart was rapidly revolving
as if I had run the Boston marathon.
I felt discombobulated
since that loud gasp
when my soul reentered my body
hitting my chest full on
re-entry is difficult for us astral travelers.
In smoke and flames of mighty Apollo
T-minus fifteen seconds, engines on!
Oh, great ship of divine distance I saw go
when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone.
New Age Columbus kings voyage and realm
in your Saturn V rocket to the moon -
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
when supersonic cracked its sonic boom.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
I raced home from school excitedly
and huddled the old stereogram radio -
the Eagle had landed in zero gravity
by the light of the Earth’s blue glow.
The flight of the zodiac did turn and burn
in lunar orbit out of the Milky Way -
to the moon and back I waited its return
on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
Written: May 1992
Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"
The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart*
I saw him with my naked eye fighting for his life
struggling for re-entry into God's kingdom;
His mother cradled him softly in the softest enmesh of her
aching arms, over and over she repeated his name
like a sacred mantra.
He was born with a congenital heart defect
and wasn't expected to live over the age of one.
She walked him to the window and inside the sky
she saw a crepuscular light appear just before the sunrise
As the child was bathed in light two blue eyes opened
and a cupid mouth shaped an O, though nothing came out
but a deep deep sigh;
His chest heaved and with his eyes lifted to heaven
he was taken by a brooding nimbus cloud that appeared out of no where.
The rain began to fall gently from a heavy laden sky,
his soul saturated by love, climbed to heaven without even once having had the chance to ask God, Why?
#3 Brooding Nimbus
Tall tale
Inhale
Exhale
Fire-sale
Entrails
Stop watch clock
Detail
Retail
Question
Charity
Joke
Shop
Cunning Plot
Accusations
Conertation
Deviation
Meditation
Presentation
Flip Flop
Resonate
Elevate
Procrastinate
Incarcerate
Deviate
Box off
Morphine
Dopamine
Vaccine
Injection
Firework
Dynamite
Pill
Postage Stamp
Taxes
Cheque
Cash
Paper
Bitcoin
Bill
Gold
Diamond
Jewel
How much have you got
Can you afford to loose
Can you make the roundabout
spinning stop
Drain the power from the main frame
Just how many times can the handmaid
escape
Before eventually getting caught
Crushing fresh red footprint track into
yellow snow upon a blue grass
landscape portrait
What's exactly lurking underneath the
bonnet hood
And have we sufficient rocket fuel left in
the tank
In order to survive re-entry in 1 piece
Apollo
9 - Dash . Dot - 11
OVER
I wish when I leave,
that my fellows cover my soul
of flowers and prayers...
To be glorious
my re-entry into heaven...
And that my body
be covered by
rich soil and
fertilized, for what
succulent fruits can born... !
Mindful roadside rest
staggered tear nostalgia
tender re entry
Body has insomnia, soul and imagination have astral travel
Distressing eve, breathing cannot get comfy
My dreams follow prominent star lit path through cosmos
silver cord stretches from planet to planet
my reposing body pretends we are still in there
exuberant snoring at the shell, big pretense
soul and imagination hold hands, ready for nightly travels
angelic singers and delightful animals are found along the path
astral travel spies forever-after-ancestors, all with advice of course
we receive instructions from our spirit guides,
our power animals vie for attention – wolf, deer, and eagle.
I wake up sputtering, shocked I was asleep
Something had hit my chest hard.
Soul and imagination have returned.
Horrible landing re-entry.
Farewell, goodbye, go forth and multiply
So long, be gone, it’s time for you to die
Just go away, do not extend your stay
You’re not required, don’t linger one more day
Your bubble’s burst, you did your very worst
So ‘See you round’?... Not if we see you first
We’ve learned plenty, don’t attempt re-entry
We’ve now got jabs: up yours, twenty-twenty
So take your mess, and leave under duress
It’s your last gasp, no more do you impress
You’ve had your fun, but now your day is done
So pack your bags... It’s twenty-twenty-one
1 January 2021
Contest: 2020 to 2021
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
It seemed like an innocent experiment simple enough I had read the steps
Bedtime routine out of the way I was ready to start ~
Relaxing tape playing for ambiance I was gone in an instant
With zero recollection of the next thirty minutes
When I heard a thunderous clic signaling the music had suddenly stopped
Overcome with a blissful calm feeling I refused to open my eyes
Having a very different reaction than my bedfellow
Who was quite unaware of my little experiment
While he was busy screaming and throwing pillows
At the figure in the dark standing motionless at the foot of the bed
I managed to let slip out a couple of reassuring “it’s ok’s”
Eyes still blissfully closed as I was savoring the last milliseconds
Of my soul’s sudden re-entry briskly sucked in
Inches above my navel with almost a slurping sound
That was my first and last astral trip a little too very real for my liking
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on September 29, 2020 for contest "THE UNEXPLAINED" sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 2ND
When I was seven I found out
that there would be no parachutes after re-entry.
We would reach Mars
or perhaps only Earth's Moon
depending on the direction and thrust.
We would conduct our experiments
finish some work previous scientists had left
train the new ones
and then we would head home.
We would re-enter Earth's atmosphere as planned
but there would be no parachutes
no gentle descent to the Sea Kings.
There wouldn't be any more missions.
This one had to matter.
At seven I was excited for the trip
and I'm excited again.
Meet my self nightly
Dream life awakens my soul,
Gasps at re-entry
It seemed like
An innocent experiment
Simple enough
I had read the steps
Bedtime routine out of the way
I was ready to start
Relaxing tape playing for ambiance
I was gone in an instant
With zero recollection of
The next thirty minutes
When I heard a thunderous clic
Most annoying signal
The music had suddenly stopped
Overcome with a blissful calm feeling
I refused to open my eyes
Having a very different reaction
Than my bedfellow
Who was quite unaware of
My little experiment
While he was busy
Screaming and throwing pillows
At the figure there in the dark
Standing motionless at the foot of the bed
I managed to let slip out
A couple of reassuring “it’s ok’s”
Eyes still blissfully closed
As I was savoring
The last milliseconds
Of my soul’s sudden re-entry
Briskly sucked in
Inches above my navel
With almost a slurping sound
That was my first and last astral trip
A little too very real for my liking
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
The sword in stone
And holy grail
That knights and king's have ever sought
Are chasened dreams
Of mans great quest
For immortality and spirituality
When all that ties the rope that binds
Us to god is taken up
In other stuff that leaves us empty
Like falling shuttle's upon re-entry
The holy grail is all around
Has yet to be found
Living on the surface,
dinner’s always served at eight
Living on the surface,
pride forever casts your fate
Living on the surface,
things always seem just fine
Living on the surface,
plays an endless pantomime
Living on the surface,
the church contains your soul
Living on the surface,
your religion swallowed whole
Living on the surface,
things never change that much
Living on the surface,
you can only look, not touch
Living on the surface,
the wheel only spins one way
Living on the surface,
each spoke a mortgage pays
Living on the surface,
love professes in a vow
Living on the surface,
real commitment not allowed
Living on the surface,
new doors stay locked and shut
Living on the surface,
your re-entry self-destructs
Living on the surface,
your reflection flat and clean
While just below the surface,
—beats the heart of what things mean
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Some thought they heard a lover's fight.
To save the woman, no one tried.
When she was struggling that night,
some thought they heard a lover's fight!
Some saw her stagger out of sight. . .
where stabbed, then raped, she later died.
Some thought they heard a lover's fight.
To save the woman, no one tried.
Written April 25, 2016 now a re-entry for the Being Invisible Contest of Skat
For Picture #3: She was drowning, but nobody saw her struggle
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