Short Gazers Poems
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E-very star above
I-s amazingly twinkling,
V-iewed by the gazers.
Topic: Birthday of Eden I. Villeno (March 15)
Form: Haikustic
M-oon's
E-vening
L-ight
A-llows
N-ew
I-nterested
E-yes
Topic: Birthday of Melanie Carascal (April 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Across the face of a
Sunflower moon
swirled a veil of cloud
gone too soon.
Sky-gazers asked,
guessed and argued:
Was it the moon or cloud
or sky that moved?
The night skies glimmer
As they rocket up and down
Dazzling and dancing
Awaited by hearts
Hoping that wishes come true
Gazers left in awe
Come, adorn the night
With beauty I was enticed
Bring me to the skies
Snazzy seahorse shimmering and showy
Sashaying in succulent southern seas
Seen by several serious sea-gazers
Solidly shifting and shrinking - simply scintillating!
A silhouette of shimmering scales
Snazzy seahorse shimmering and showy
Flying away as feathers is her smiling skirt
Blouse flaps itself as eagle wings in windy sky
Her legs tantalizing gazers as ripe sugar cane
With the eyes squinting as vale blue berries
And the hair like peeling off Sahara waste
Pelt men as horses in a poorly shot movie
Form:
Nearing river’s edge;
My thoughts began to wander,
As brooding clouds formed --
In a once indigo sky,
There the hunter stood…
Yes, the archer and his hounds
Readying his bow
He implored twins Gemini
“Chase the bull ‘cross Milky Way“…
(Just a star gazers dream)
(Blood Moon)
Fulsome Cynthia languishes for her nightly rendezvous'
Besmeared in bloody red she stands before sun god
Glowingly glides towards Endymion to solemnise their vows
While his mother earth's shadow eclipses their union from star gazers
October 1, 2015
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsor: Eve Roper
The knowers are the star gazers
Who sit on the corner of the crescent moon
Wildly, wildly
With sparkling eyes
My notions are lacking substance
Lacking grace
Lacking innuendo
Separately I traverse
The same familiar paths
Day by day
Until the paper plates are all used up
And I sink deeply
Into a cushion sleeping
for reawakening daze
for purpose and time
I lack what I cannot find
light gazers bottled my intent
waves blended in shrines
for jumping and screams
for rediscovery
He has yet to pin
short comings and long walks
combining my flowers
for another day
for another breath
each day is just another
all just like the rest
There was no clear move.
Flamethrowers were on the way-
and I was looking,
backward.
A fragile truce with the
clouds. They had abandoned-
the sky and were wringing-
the neck of mountains.
Compromising with the painted lips
of winter, my secret was out.
I was shivering in the crowd
of moon-gazers.
Satish Verma
C-rossing in graceful stride
H-as amazed the eyes;
A-ttracted gazers see you,
R-emaining neath the sunrise.
L-ead the way in graceful stride,
E-agerly give your zeal;
N-ever lose your poise,
E-very step is a done deal.
A-llow your move to show
L-oveliness deep inside;
O-n the third of September,
G-o on in graceful stride.
I timed my departure to coincide with the
lunar eclipse, but the
eastern horizon wasn't apparent,
in the park, or at the top of the road
my local high points
I scanned the firmament along with
other rando hopefuls but there was
no show to see so
onwards and upwards we went
as wine of a deep red hue
wasn't going to
buy or drink itself
Life revolves round the sun that is what star gazers say
Earth exists nearly on the edge of the Milky Way
Birth begins and spins in time to leave enough for play
Dark thinking starts in circles so night turns into day
The best of this is set in stone where it ought to stay
Monorhyme 55 words 5 lines
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J-ust fly like an aeroplane,
A-scending into the cloud;
Y-earn to reach the zenith,
S-oar high above the crowd.
O-nce you fly like an aeroplane, people watch your rapid rise;
N-othing can stop your takeoff before the gazers' eyes.
C-ome into the point of departure,
L-eap from the concrete lane;
I-n the morn of February tenth,
M-ay you fly like an
A-eroplane.
In the bevy of beauty
She strode with carriage and courage
Gazers overwhelmed
Critics clamoured
Now,
Mourners mourning
As they gather round her past
This noon she stood there vertical
Tonight she lay horizontal
Her pride and beauty encase
In the meaninglessness of life
Head dropping
Tears tiring
Hope hopping
'Dirt to dirt 'hallowed the priest
'Emptiness of human in the human cosmos ' echoed the mourners.
The nice day breaks early in the morning,
After the darkness is over and gone,
The light above replaces the evening,
As the twilight gives way to the new dawn,
The rays from the east are the bright sun's spawn.
Above the horizon there is a glow,
To the gazers it is a beacon show
That makes the clouds white and the wide sky clear,
Letting the eyes dry the tears of sorrow,
Allowing the happiness to appear.
Infinity is what we sense
when musing on the vast immense
with universes yet to mold
in starry heavens still untold
awaiting gazers in suspense.
Astronomers of why and whence
search stelliferous pathways dense,
as dreamers dreamily behold
infinity.
The great sidereal events
in views the firmament presents
upon the cosmic canvas scrolled
shall neverendingly unfold
for poets of the future tense
infinity…
~ Harley White