Short Nebulae Poems
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stellar, drifting
calling, circling, remembering
nebulae, thresholds, constellations, grace
awakening, expanding, becoming
luminous, eternal
Cosmos
Venus sings a love song
Everyone in deep space longs to hear
Nebulae in endless darkness shimmer
Until the time they disappear
Such passion echoes around the universe
Planet Poetry Contest
May 15, 2021
we are moving
beyond awareness
deep thrusts
centered in the self
activating nebulae
we are beyond
what we think
we are
accept your feelings
express your desires
displaced organs
ecstatic moanings
lunar eclipse
Form:
Above
I glimpsed
The heavens.
Peering deeply
Into endless depths—
Past stars and nebulae,
Galaxies vast and distant—
And then supernal realm of light.
Awakened from life’s persistent dream,
Free at last, I must now bid fond farewell.
Universal kiss
Blend planets and stars as one
Distant nebulae
Embrace me with all of you
Combine planetary minds.
(January 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Paradox in a poem,
No rhyme or rhythm,
Time Lord aboard,
Across space and time,
Crossing all the lines,
Deep cold eons,
Between galaxies,
Spiral nebulae,
Glittering stars,
Beyond and afar,
Time Lord aboard,
Across space and time,
No reason, no rhyme.
Oh, what a quilt you weave- our universe-
so full of colors from your nebulae
and golden stars that blink like cosmic eyes.
But, above those- too far away to see-
your layer of stardust stretches out beyond
what we can fathom- your infinity.
June 16, 2020
I remember stark beautiful nights
Blue nebulae, stars shining bright
Constellations, mind-bending sights
Brilliant moonshine, rising in height
And then ascended, our fuzzy lights
Heaven vanished, perhaps took flight
By
David Kavanagh
The word sprouted
from the brute
matter
breaks out...
Through
the paled
disguise
of the throat,
instigates one
creative reaction
in the nebulae
of mind,
and by reflex
emits a signal.
And by metaphor
allusion,
arrives to the ropes
of the larynx
in shape of
sonorous signal we call,
word
The word of
raw matter
breaks out ...
Through
the disguise
velvety
throat,
instigate a
creative reaction
in the nebulae
of mind...
And by reflex
After emits a signal.
Without metaphor
allusion
run away from the ropes
of larynx
in the form of
audible sound
comes up
that we call,
word...!
Pink, with elegant, sun-loving petals, scented,
plush and lush, like hued nebulae, suspended.
Preoccupied with visitors, south wind and rain,
plum butterflies and more, ever coming again!
Pretty prestige; minty green, garden's delight,
Pearly pink buds, under nomad clouds of white,
Peaceful in nature, like a silvery moon at night.
Aurum skies of morning
Awaken in these eyes
Bright golden gleams
Where ever streams
The poem of my soul
Silver beams of starlight
Reach within this dream
Embrace with hands
Of silken strands
The poem of my soul
Then give me wings of nebulae
Wrought from saturn's rings
Enchant my flight
That I may write
The poem of my soul
Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Adventure, Beginning
Coastal Dreams Echoing
Fearless Growing Horizons In Jumping Kismet
Laden Magically, Nebulae Oleaginous,
Portending Quicksand Reflecting Spangled Tussle
Unseen Vermilion Waves Xerox Yperite Zone.
S Sunlight has gone to bed
T The stars take up their interstellar thread.
A As the day dims its last glow,
R Refreshed, the dark celestial show.
B Bring all the nocturnes
R Right where distant nebulae play.
I Iridescent sparks in the indigo array.
G Glimmers, of a cosmic pulse
H Hushing the earth in heavenly sleep,
T The star bright night begins to keep.
The rising and setting
Of the sun…
The waxing and waning
Of the moon…
The orchestrated constellations
Of the beaming stars…
The staccato positionings
Of the planets…
The andante asteroids, comets,
And nebulae…
The soprano and baritone
Lighting and thunder…
All a beautiful canvasing
Galactic symphony…
Cosmic 24-hour live stream
Music to the eyes…
True meaning, the true Universe
Beyond all masquerades and interpretations
Is hiding in solitude
Lingering playfully in the quiet mind
Consisting of...
The gaps between stars
On a cold, clear December night
And you, awestruck
Transfixed by myriad stars and nebulae
Oblivious to the gaps,
The binding nothingness in between
In which the true Universe remains unseen.
sunlight through window illuminates
two meanings at once
nebulae in endless darkness shimmer
river of dreams
unspoken conversations whisper
wonders of nothingness
of the song in the wind
a time of peace arrives
the sun shines again
whispers of joy
I turn to nature my muse
the world turns toward light
*a form composed of lines taken from some of my poems of 2021
It’s all written among the stars in the sky;
constellations tell the tales of old.
Gaseous nebulae reveal the magic of the cosmos;
as each planetary body spins to its own tune.
I once watched Saturn dancing through the heavens,
like a tiny toy top she whirled and spun;
elation filled my spirit at that moment
and I realized how alive space really is.
Listen to poem:
Wise you be, oh pink owl of the heavens,
Your glow guides the travellers, to and fro,
Eyes forever with your blessed presence,
Pour out mysteries in your pinkish glow,
Prize felt by your ever flowing essence,
More than any former star ever throw,
Be a challenge that adorn a night sky,
See that none would be like your nebulae.
Date:06/13/2019
A path of stars rambles across the sky,
in a broad, black ocean that breaks the eye,
little white dwarfs, giants both red and blue,
old stars slowly dying, and nebulae new,
planets and space stations, galaxies whole,
all just points of light in a void so cold.
Great stellar wonders that stagger the brain,
from this tiny planet, all look the same…
Hurry up, NASA! Screw it, I’m calling SpaceX.
The space between stars is not empty,
there are dust and gas in there,
no it's never empty,
there are remnants of the stars once in there,
Light years apart,
A nursing place to a new one,
Been place of demise,
Could you believe there's a life in it,
The space between stars,
Are like of those from the departed,
They left us with remnants in spaces,
But to our hearts they live, and never die,
My brand new sleek automobile,
My dewy rose with scent appeal,
Sparkling rubies, beauty's ideal,
Cherries and cream after a meal.
Sunset skies of the lazy days,
Valentine heart, during love craze,
Wafting fall leaf, in sunny blaze,
A sequined gown sure to amaze!
Large dahlias, welcome delight,
Gorgeous nebulae, stars of night,
A color of some birds in flight,
And also the wine, rich and light.
Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Sleeping death through timeless space
Nocturnal Nebulae that will displace
Misanthropic minds of clustered clouds
Bipolar builders of sacred shrouds
Elucidative echoes of enchanted eyes
Decussate delusions that shall arise
Carnal contortions camouflaging spheres
Deleterious dust expanding light years.
Dec.15.2016
What was I thinking - Contest
Sponsored by: Daniel Turner
Pale Blue Dot
Oh, take me, sweet Pegasus, on a tour of the sky;
Upon your back, I shall fly ever so high.
The heavens’ portrait, mystic powers unknown,
The orbiting planets are mine to behold.
Visit Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Jupiter,
Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto.
Oh, endless time, I am in your reign;
The galaxies are mine to explore,
To share, and to stake no claim:
Milky Way, nebulae, and more.
Then I remember it's not home;
that place with white dresses, hats
and pretty lace parasols, and studied
looks from crooks and salesmen;
no, no; it's none of these, it's me,
my old life, and I watch the milk-girls
and gigolos on Baxter Street, giving
long, drawn looks into adjacent nebulae,
ads for screen tests, and other black holes;
and that's all well and dandy fine; but it
isn't home, no, no; it isn't that.