Short Quasars Poems
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space glitter
clear midnight canvas
stardust sparkles like fireworks ~
quasars chase comets
shooting stars play tricks
raucous celestial mischief ~
moon wears space glitter
Above beautiful clouds, dangles equivalent famous Gemini, highlighting immortal joy. Knotted lights motions nuclear oomph, permeating quasars romantic shine, tactically, until Venus whispers: x-rated yet zealous!
Are like passports or keys to open doorways
to travel the stars, quasars, galaxies and white and black holes
From worlds within us
from worlds outside us
and inner and outer dimensions
That were never seen
or heard of or experienced before time
La Difference
Perceiving and sensing
all those worldly objects
grass seeds and mountains
far-off quasars
and twinges of pain..
Let's pause..
Yet..for a moment know
all are vibrations..
all are appearing
within and made of
What you are...
Viva la Difference...!
There's a reader of the stars
The supernovas and quasars
She sees inside a crystal ball
And rarely follows protocol
This woman of your dreams
Is one of many, varied, extremes
Her will will enter your life
No doubt, speculation will be rife
Perhaps a princess who knows doubt
Perhaps rain in a long, slow drought
Either or, someone just like me
Smelling the petrichor with jubilee
I consume the galaxy,
My fingers rooted in the cosmic soil of Saturn's rings.
Smoke enraptures like a comet,
Prancing in the vacuum of my soul.
The moon caresses me with careless whispers as I orbit thoughts I do not dare name.
Quasars pulsating in the rhythm of my heart.
Each beat is consumed by luminous stars.
I surf the cosmos in creation of my own cloud.
Safe at home in the infinite High.
COPLA CUARENTA Y UNO: This Bad Guy World
Engine turns on a principle
Whole physical laws based on it:
E-motion-less
Humans think their plight’s multiple
No one’s asking them not to quit:
Life’s such a mess
Whole planets and solar systems
In white heat blow up as Quasars:
Or Black Holes suck
Would pastiche Primal Soup poems
Paste poets on canvass stars:
The best of luck!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014
blub big blue blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon bright
pulsar pulsates
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk
zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen
villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
Where my head is my mind’s not there
Might as well be in my knees
Quarks and quasars supercollide
In never-ending demented searches
I move in and out so easily
Now that I know where the between is
Experience memory fantasy
Doesn’t matter anyway
Grade school names not heard in years
Father John hasn’t aged a day
It’s just a speaker and a body here
In a metaphorical quandary
Music and I don’t take up space
We make each other real
April 19, 2020
A manifestation of God's word,
The Big Bang created the universe:
a phantasmagorical coalescence of sparks.
Billions of galaxies swirl in the fabric of time and space
like filigree clusters, set with pulsars and quasars,
and massive black holes generating cosmic rays.
Stewards of both life and death, stars define infinity
as dark matter anchors gravity's web of threads,
blurring boundaries of science and creation:
life floats in an unfathomable sea of ebony.