liken space to be a screen
on which polarities dance
we know we are that not this
when we make erect our stance
We sailed the Seven Seas
Beneath a sea of stars
Upon an astral breeze
A sailing ship to Mars
Our cosmic Captain quipped
We're heading for the stars
The Milky Way was dipped
In creamy chocolate bars
The Captain earned his wings
The crew had earned their scars
We sailed thru Saturn's rings
And hitched a ride to Mars
Too drunk to find our way
Left Pluto in the bar
We found the keys on Ray
Where did he park the star
Stars are organic fruit.
They taste better than most things in the universe.
And have the best soil.
Comets and planets just live in juice.
A constellation doesn’t look like much.
Until a human mind strikes its outer edges.
Continuity.
Evolution.
Tastes like truffle olive oil.
From far away.
Ah ! Distance became an illusion when your
Light called me Home — brandishing dubious screens
furnaces of fiery fingers fathomed my
fidgeting spirit …
Mesmerising muses you opened my eyes
Sun of Love ! — I could not move itching soles
transfixed you Heart never to falter again …
radial pristine
I surrendered dreams as your veils tore my own
carefully sown to wrap disputable masks
how was I to know, unaware you will call
light years awakened —
Most Galactic Sun ! I stood like a congealed
clot of blood as dust mites sparkled luminous
within rays implacable — I bowed my head
heeding blazing flame
Humbled before flickering fractal within
initiated then attuned — cells aligned
confined were its braces, muted its voices
your truth cutting Core
Cry I no longer, Beloved sings cradled
contained every morn I seek your heartfelt touch
distance vanishes when Sun's palms open ruth
bronze chest, orbit nests —
Time is like the flow of water; it flows, it moves, it creates and loves with its flow.
Time is the movement of all things; it has no end, it moves at its pace, like a runner it has its pace.
Sometimes time move slow, than fast, it seems to control its speed and can go fast than slow.
Time controls a lot, it allows us time to miss or be in a spot, like an arrow moving in space; it has the ability to control the outcome.
Time we have to pray, to love, to forgive, are all gifts from God on our way through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
space flickers lifting the veil
whence in the void we set sail
wherefrom in time we return
held captive by love’s bliss burn
inside the stone
there is
another stone
it winks
and says
don't remain
stuck
to the stone
above
and for now
put your
mars expedition
on hold
riding
on indigestion
instead
come
to me
i will
initiate you
into the mantra
i will teach you
how
to cut through
the cocoon
and become
a butterfly
spread your wings
and walk
across
a silk handkerchief
as a
brown lipstick
Outer space,
there is a place,
so far.
Such a bright star,
a most distant sun.
The big one.
Wildfire,
heart's desire.
Star's spree,
spinning free.
Axis spun,
a most distant sun.
Days in the sun, such fun.
Sun.
This Yalto is done.
Through lenses cold and ground from mountain glass,
We watched the dying worlds of iron pass.
For generations, every spark we found
Was tethered to a bleeding, broken ground—
The sudden flash of silo doors undone,
The brief, horrific birthing of a sun,
Then ash that drifted like a heavy shroud
To lock a planet in a toxic cloud.
We turned our mirrors to the northern sky,
Expecting just another world to die,
To see Vaeloria’s final signature
Be etched in fire, black and premature.
We braced for the familiar, sudden glare
Of empires burning down their final air.
But what we found across the cosmic deep
Was not the final, static-riddled sleep.
The planet did not burn; it started glowing,
A quiet, silver respiration growing,
As if a willow made of starlight grew
And drank the poison till the sky turned blue.
No high radiation tore the night,
But pulses of a deep, organic light.
A lonely mind had stitched the broken spheres,
And washed away a century of fears.
We leaned into our sights, amazed to see
A world redeemed by a single tree.
Bald eagles soared to climax
winds following suit
reaching Mother Moon’s orbit
pink-blue wings swirling in space
feathers reach essences dissolving
Love innocent endures —
Breastbones transmuted at
point of no return
we sailed into Void, fluid
zéro apogee in vastness
stoic points absent to
pierce poinsettia
throbbing Hearts
bleed red —
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Silver Winner Poem
Allpoetry: Sept 26
Form : Brevity
Prompt : apogee
Altho' his feelings
he chose to suppress,
human and Vulcan,
yet, so as to process,
when overwhelmed,
in need of time apart,
and not upset
the apple cart,
to get things off his chest,
emotions, thoughts
and personal challenges,
of all kinds and several sorts,
on board the starship Enterprise,
the First Officer they'd have to replace,
when Spock told Captain Kirk,
'I need my space!'
The stars are out and they’re worth considering,
with their glimmering, glittering, shimmering,
like fireworks flickering but more regularly appearing
in the black hole sky.
In Europe there are Ukrainians, Albanians, Scandinavians,
Romanians, Lithuanians and maybe a couple of Canadians,
but out there, in the dark black void-of-space, there are Aliens.
Ok, well, statistically, there are bound to be aliens.
your author has no first-hand knowledge of extraterrestrials
I have galactic questions though—you better believe it. For instance:
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
Could dark-matter be chocolate? and
How can we roll our clocks back if time only moves forward?
This is when having a physicist for a boyfriend is handy
—as well as those times you need a ‘close encounter.’ wink.wink
.
.
A song for this:
Fiction by Yard Act
CanyonsMan/Woman/Chainsaw
moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
At last count Saturn had 293 moons
One is larger than Mercury, 128 solar system M & M's
But, if somehow we could mount his wings and fly there
We couldn't stand upon the surface and gaze at any
We would sink in the miasma of our own demise
Ingesting vapor rising up from far below
Choking off any aesthetics we might hold
For any goddess that we have imagined
Our ticket to this underworld held over
A head that's thinking we should capture Titan
Artemis, Diana, or Selene might pale before them
But wouldn't pale by what's reflected there
Artemis retaining her ire and her vengeance
Selene and Diana at the crossroads stand as well
Their color eclipsed the while they faded
And we, whose love it is to gaze up at their orbit
Would lose the inspiration of the ages
Aged without the grace of beauty's presence
That our small world o'er time has thus afforded
Size matters... but no more than our perspective
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