Under our skies, stars that often share a common moon,
My poetry reveals its mystery with a shocking flair from the moon.
I told those who still don't know, with my eternal and hideous luck,
That on this blooming Earth, I am a worthy hero but superfluous.
To friends baptized in wine, like a jaded, local, and ethylic Saint Sisyphus,
I carried their joys in a goblet, while my gaze idly wandered.
Not even in their drunkenness did I find the disappointment I sought,
Among people who eternally carry their boulder, confusing it with their own shrine.
When we occupy any grave, as if we were just a thought,
Numbing the times with the pleasure of death, the only wealth on this earth,
The shadow of my loneliness, pitiful and undeniable, uninterrupted,
Perfect tears, that lazily lie in my eye lids, round, uninterrupted.
Even from the sleep of dreams, looking at them inversely, longing takes shape,
Forming from my soul a new outcast, not too far from the moment.
A zoological park of frozen motion, where everything is petrified,
Animals more alive than people, yet stuffed, in an endless time.
The stars of my destiny
I can see my days blessed
I can feel another new connection
I can touch my realities with peace
I can relate with my moment in happiness
I can move with a mind filled with joy
I see a new day filled with goodness
My love overflow
Cos my day has received
another life from
The Stars of my destiny
The stars of my destiny
I can feel life again
Things tuning around for my good
My spirit feeling it light again
My soul catching it fire again
My heart beating to nature again
I can feel the hands of God
Upon my destiny
So now i can live to live again
Cos my day has receive
another life from
the stars of my destiny
He blessed me with a silent blush
and threw the stars my way.
As darkness fled through the mist,
He became the light of day.
Written: September 24, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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She walks in shadow, born of flame,
Her breath the wind, her steps untame.
Night bows to her with silver grace,
Stars blink in awe at her face.
She is the storm that gods acclaim.
Written: September 24, 2025, for Line Gautier Contest
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The moon took her place with a silvery sigh,
while shadows danced softly across the sky.
She hummed to the stars in a lullaby tune
and cradled the dreams of the slumbering dune.
But dawn will arrive with a golden sweep—
the sun will awaken what night put to sleep.
Soft Stars Singing
I heard soft stars singing, a capella to me, this very night.
That God, will only welcome us, if we live morally right.
Some will hate you, because you turn away from sin.
So read your Bibles, or end up in an eternity of pain and
a hellish din.
We are all the children, of only the One and Most Holy Divine
9/21/2025
Fascination and imagination let loose
unicorns and dragons whirl amidst the stars
dreams conjured in the night
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Love changes everything, words oh so true
My world changed as our family crew grew
Day by day for you sisters, love did grow
The loveliest sisters that one could know.
Sisters you completely captured my heart,
Nothing and no one could tear us apart.
That goes for all those who love you to bits
Especially your children and grandkids.
So bouncy and lively, zesty and bright,
That's the way you go on sailing through life
You light up a room, soon as you appear
True gifts to the world, so precious and dear.
May today and the days that come after
Be filled with abundant love and laughter
Every moment a moment to treasure
For sisters who bring life so much pleasure.
Never change from the women that you are
Dear sisters to me you are Super Stars.
If the stars could talk
They'll whisper in silence
Nothing but truth
Telling
we can't see or reach
Giving leverage
Awakening our potentials.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can light up the world
No matter who or what you are
Either big or small
Teaching us not to settle for less but the best.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can go from zero to hundred
And from hundred to zero
Dedication and determination
Are the keys for maintaining positions.
If the stars could talk
They'll say nothing bloom all year
Even the sun goes at night
Sometimes our spark fades
When we step into brighter light
That's why the stars always shines at night
Never at dawn, maybe in another galaxy.
On the last ring of the phone
Just around the corner, but unknown
A night spent apart, alone
As a mourner for the lorn
A dozen roses for another hectic day
On Valentine's day one never supposes
The reason for being fashionably late
In the movies, in the seats
One on, and one off the train
(As the background music begins to play)
One on each side of the door
with words, but none we say
The crescendo then the scene segue
I'm Astaire, Gable, Grant and Kong
To your Ginger, Marilyn, Audrey and Fay
I'll see you at home tonight, don't be long
We just missed each other today
I talk with Stars
like they are my dreams.
They sound Soft,
just like my mom, but
They all appear alike,
Distant, Undisturbed.
They gently tap on my shoulder and
Whisper to me
To shine in Mess with a smile ---
Like they shine in dark with moon
Designing a fascinating view
Just like my dreams.
With their little dance
as delightful as my barefoot childhood twirls
They keep telling me
That I'm a Star.
A unique one with diverse glow of colors
and a warm hope of home.
In the labyrinth of the mind, where dreams intertwine with stars,
Each soul digs the tunnel of its own fragile reality,
Through the cracks of time, where memories dance in spirals,
We look through biased lenses, each a gateway to other horizons.
Beyond shadows, where the echo of silence sings untold stories,
We meet others, travelers in parallel, mysterious worlds,
We do not see them as strangers, but as brave, wandering spirits,
Who bring with them fragments of the universe, hidden treasures, unknown.
When we open our hearts, we let the wind carry us gently,
We understand that each story has a unique rhythm, a longing,
On the unseen paths of empathy, we find bridges to wisdom,
And learn that each tunnel of reality is a map to knowledge.
Thus, within us is born, from chaos, a harmonious order,
A dance of constellations, where diversity is precious,
And in the silence of the night, when stars watch over our dreams,
We discover that understanding is the key that opens all doors.
Once Clara arrived, and she beamed with pride -
Applause, after all they were horrified…
In Autumn, a fall;
The Belle of the ball;
The dance of her life, where she could have died.
To cry is a shame and to laugh is lame.
For once down the stairs (do you know this dame?)
She stumbled a waltz…
Could you get her salts?
She’d dance with the stars and a solid frame.
Limerick Syllables : 9,9,7,7,9.
Now there once was a Scotsman named Milt,
And he tripped on a stair with a tilt.
Bounced on each step single file.
He jumped up wearing a smile.
Now we all know what is under his kilt.
On a dreamy evening, when stars dance on the velvet sky,
His hands, like shadows, clasped my neck in an endless waltz,
My breath, like a wisp of smoke, fades in the sweet dusk.
A hammer rose, shattering the silence of my fragile skull,
Red blood, like a river of rubies, flows on the pure snow,
White as the souls that are lost in the eternal abyss of night.
The orange sky, shedding its skin like a lost dream,
Turns to blue, then to black, akin to my body,
The sky descends to embrace me in its infinite arms.
His blow, a background song, accompanying the final dance,
'What a sweet night,' I tell myself, becoming one with the velvet sky,
One with the snow that embraces my life stolen by the cold breath.
All thanks to his powerful blow that sealed fate,
And thus I was lost in the night, in the embrace of the eternal,
A dream and a memory, merging into the cosmic silence.
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