Short Supernovas Poems
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To touch you,
two souls.
Too much to take.
You took me to the stars,
I took you.
Supernovas
detonate,
synchronized
on impact.
I took you to another place,
you took my hand.
may the way we look
at both space and form
infuse innate vibrancy
of love's effervescence
that existence reflects
beauteous bliss hues
as a butterfly effect
setting aflame with joy
supernovas of light
till nothing else remains
save love
20-December-2022
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at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
Looking into your eyes
Is like witnessing
A disco in the sky
Full of music and orchestra's
Colors dancing by.
Your soul is linked to mine
With that there is no doubt
For when your fingertips
Touch my skin
I know it's you
I cannot live without.
Supernovas and stardust
Is what we will become
But for now my love
Let us always
Live as one.
Poetry is a mystery.
How do you know how the poet feels?
May feel depressed writing happy poems
Bring their mood into a ray of sun
Or excited while writing depressed
Releasing the storm inside of them.
So poems are a mystery.
No rhyme needed, just rhythm.
Let them articulate a sense of love and lost
The feelings of oceans and supernovas
Poets are a mystery
It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;
Atomic part of you blown free
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;
Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;
Just let go and set the chaos free.
God Is Great-An Acrostic
Galaxies creator never dwindle.
Other existences increase.
Distant galaxies created sphere.
Irregular galaxies gain.
Supernovas escalate.
Giant leaps roar.
Real existences rally.
Earlier supernovas explode.
Antiquarks recede.
Terrible agonies rise.
3/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
All week I watched them
Grotesque faces in the glare
Of stark red mayhem
Some false ablution
Not enough to cleanse us all
Self fails us again
Twitching on spikes
Smoked eyes dim blurring the cross
What purifies night?
What makes us like stars
When supernovas explode?
This fire's not enough.
All week hell stutters
Across white pages of pride
Mayhem stalks our dream.
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
When I saw you, two stars in the heavens collided
Supernovas ignited
Showering with lights astronomers beyond the galaxy excited
A brightened, telescope with flares
Satellites printed pictures of explosions in a sphere
And here ...
In the precious of moments in time that we call earth
I lost her
In here ...
And in the precious of moments in times that we call earth
I FOUND HER
Right here ...
My dying star has gone dark,
a black hole from which
no joy or hope can escape.
My dreams, once shining brightly,
have collapsed upon themselves.
Exploding as supernovas,
they left only the charcoal ashes of failure.
There is no light, for the gravity of my anxiety
has been squeezed into the dark mass of my soul.
I have crossed the event horizon,
and I am one with the darkness.
The itch to love
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self
Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic
This love,
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets
And supernovas
Must rest.
If there is a version of us
reflected by the stars in the sky
the world dappled with supernovas
would be left with a breathless sigh;
Faith’s bountiful cup would pour
from Earth’s crown flowing with ease;
Romance would live once more
marveling at our masterpiece;
Reclaiming what was lost long ago
your feelings so easily dismissed;
Now gazing at our love you know
that fairy tales really do exist.
How often
has it been
since i
built a spaceship
in my inward thoughts.
With simplest words
i constructed
an imaginary rocket
within chambers
where the scribes abide.
words from hyper-space,
as letters dip congeal
into constellations
of milky galaxies
and i alone
fly a silver sparrow
of steam and clockwork gears
where the dust
of long gone civilizations
crumble into the shine
of supernovas.
diving through fluorescent
waves
of the cosmos,
far beyond the stretches
of exploding supernovas,
and collapsing
constellations of black holes,
our glistening
fingers interlace~
seeking solace
in astral weightlessness,
where stars serenade
eternal love…
In my dream, I take a spaceship flight,
Guided by AI in the dead of night.
We'll glide through Nebulas, countless milky ways,
Avoiding Supernovas and Black holes' fierce gaze.
We seek a friendly planet, our quest so grand,
To descend and savor tranquil days on the land.
Like Cook's adventure, discovering a new berth,
No wars with natives, just a friendly hearth.
As I wake up, the spaceship fades from view,
Tossing in my bed, the dream bids adieu.
In the universe, before a star dies
It goes through implosive pangs
In this realm a supernova lies
As the star goes out with a mighty bang
The resulting explosion causes a celestial storm
And illuminates the galactic night
And then a nebula is formed
A beautiful otherworldly sight
In our galaxy supernovas are rarely seen
Within our realm the moon must suffice
An earthly view much more serene
With a glow to enchant and entice
5/8/17
Lost amongst a trillion stars.
In lustrous shades of Ebony and Ivory.
We are like the moon craving for night fall,
so our twin embers can ignite dark skies.
Under the modesty of moonlight,
desire illuminates in our eyes.
We spark like supernovas in empyrean explosions,
waltzing around the planets in a cosmic ballet.
Penetrating pulses beat until glimpse of daylight,
as zealous sun ascends like bonfires in our hearts -
A celestial tapestry woven in timeless space.