Knowing our Sun was once a star
permits my thoughts to wander far.
Raising my eyes at night to see
the twinkling stars look back at me.
The closest ones fill out my view,
and far beyond Earth's avenue,
deep endless space holds many more
beyond which we cannot explore
Are we alone- most want to know!
Probability assumes no!
A star can turn into a Sun-
attracting planets to be spun.
A distant Sun could be like ours
progressing from the realm of stars,
develop its own atmosphere;
that part for life becomes so clear.
Providing all the minerals
and moisture in the air that spills
in making clouds that form the rain
which living things must have, retain.
The law of probability
says yes! Impossibility -
Earth can not be the only one!
Surely, there is a distant Sun.
night drifts~
blue lanterns hum,
their light a quiet wish.
I wander through the hush of stars,
longing
A trip among the stars
Sail away in a boat of shining stars
Far into the black night
Until earth is only a memory
And infinity stretches like a road
Of dreams and hopes
Sail away on a sea of white clouds
Touch the moon and say hello
No fear ancestor courage fills the heart
Remembrance of yesterday never left behind
Sail away sail away no thought of coming back
Fills the mind only adventures without end seem to wait
The small boat built of stars and moonbeams and white clouds
Humble sunflower
Humble smile
Smile with grace
Smile with pride
Pride is the devil
Pride is power
Power in showing up
Power in not giving up
Up with the dead
Up with the living
Living with revelation
Living with werewolves
Werewolves are sheep
Werewolves are real
Real silver
Real stars
Stars give guidance
Stars give light
Light up the world
Light shines on money
Money for me
Money for you
You have choices
You can love
Love to fight
Love to fly
Fly through time
Fly without wings
Wings translucent
Wings never sleep
Sleep talk
Sleep walk
Walk on fire
Walk on the moon
Moon landing
Moon crash
Crash against the stars
Crash on man
Man made
Man king
King shame
King David
David defeats Goliath
David the artist
Artist struggles
Artist cry
Cry for joy
Cry for pain
Pain
Joy
Take me to the high desert where the Sierras touch the sky.
Beside my tent an ice cold creek hastily rushes by.
Above me a thousand stars mesmerize the eye.
The jagged mountains come alive as the sun rises in my eye,
Casting a reddish glow on the earth below a golden sky.
Out of nowhere a roadrunner comically passes by.
The Alabama Hills beckon from a dusty trail close by.
Two crows call noisily from a tree and look me in the eye.
After a lengthy conversation, they fly off in a cloudless sky.
I marvel at the sunset, below a crimson sky, captured by my camera's photographic eye.
midnight settles over unbroken plain,
crickets stitch faint threads of sound,
stars embrace the silence
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
night sky, autumn stars:
my wife's gentle thoughtfulness
my son's compassion
Oh star laden night
Most precious sight
Hold me in your arms
My lust-lustered delight
What ecstacy this
Celestial bliss
Your lightest touch taunts
With a crisp crystal kiss
Sweet speckles in time
Lush and sublime
Closer to heaven
The more mountains you climb
Pierce
this
vale of
far darkness
with the flame that lives
within your ever moving soul.
The wish of a star can never be told in silence
but if they could speak I'd imagine they'd wish upon a soul that someone might tell them
'sweet star burn bright at night! Burn free and clear and show us the way to our own heart's desires'… at least I can dream it that way for my milky way.
And if the stars wondered what I might wish upon them, I'd whisper so softly 'I want to know how brightly you burn up close and happily do call me Icarus that I, too may meet my fate at the hands of unbridled joy!
I've been experimenting with Poetry Soup's "Shape Poem Generator." This is my first attempt
Someone
left a blue teacup on the porch rail— silver around
the rim, a little chipped on one side like it’s lived
a life. The night leans over it, not gracefully, more
like a tired guest trying to pour stars without
spilling too many. A few miss the cup entirely,
skittering across the wood like bright
crumbs. The moon watches, not
offering advice, just hanging there with
its usual half-smile. By the time the cup
is full, the sky looks lighter— as if
giving away a handful of its
brightness wasn’t such a big deal. You
could lift the cup, if you wanted, and sip
whatever the night tastes like today.
Probably something quiet. Probably
something true.
Contest: In The Stars
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
For all we try to be and do;
For all we try to say or not say;
For all the time given in life to us;
For all our choices to go or stay.
Indeed, it matters much about us;
About all we contribute to the journey;
About all our sucesses and failures.
But there's far more to it than us alone.
Call it the Stars, Fate, or Happenstance.
Call it the Universe if we so choose.
Credit ourselves when we win;
And blame others when we lose.
The Stars said, "Neither strolls,voices,
Nor visions dwell with me".
Fate said, "When in time you come
My way, remember that I have neither
Say nor influence".
Happenstance said, "I have neither
Consciousness, control, nor creativity".
And lastly, Universe said, "Although I
Appear to be an ever seeing eye, an
Overseer I am not".
From where will the final answer come?
To whom then may we turn for appeals?
Who will be the ultimate judge of us all?
Stars? Fate? Happenstance? Or Universe?
Or, will we hear the voice of God saying,
"Come unto me"?
Inspired by Robert James Liguori's" In The Stars By The Rolling Stones Poetry Contest"
Living in this world of sin
where evil and corruption run wild,
can you recall a sweeter time
than when you were but a child?
We go to school and think we’ve learned
the right and necessary things,
then work our jobs; like zombies
as we live for what the weekend brings.
Take a pause and look up to the sky.
See the stars glistening up there.
In the stars, might we find escape
from all the bad bringing us despair?
Take somebody’s hand; forge a bond.
Know that death will not be your end.
There’s a world beyond the brightest stars
where there’s love you cannot comprehend.
Live in the now with gratitude
no matter the challenges that come.
As stars’ dust brings new life,
like those stars above you can become.
The second hand on the clock mercilessly drones on.
Surrealistic seconds spin dizzyingly.
Distorted colours of sagging sunrises melt into intoxicated sunsets.
Vapours of innocence dissipate into laughing
stars,
hysterically hyperventilating on sorrow’s torment.
The stinging dirt beneath my feet offers no condolences,
only festering deeper into subcutaneous wounds,
infecting every white blood cell until delirium overrides.
Shame and regret drip from screaming clouds
as a murder of crows gathers in the dank ambience,
criticisingly cawing between razor-thin lapses in time.
Frenzied winds obscure judgement.
Vines of poison ivy tangle,
dragging me down in the pandemonium,
whilst a growling ground begins to open,
exposing the truth—my festering grave.
Feel the accelerating pain of memories taking hold.
Already dead, drugged by denial,
a soul bound to a faded reality,
vanished within the cracks hidden
within the confines of time.
A field of blue
For who?
US or you
If I red, this right
About the American white
Knight's
Field of blue
Seeking justice true
Using a vigilant eagle eye
Persevering every try
Proudly raising the flag high
It flies
Message sent
Throughout the forging valley's tent
Watching old glory touch the stars
Blue field defends its red, white bars
Healing any freedom scars
Fifty or thirteen
It all means
The same
When one claims
An independent life
While piping the fife
And banging a drum
Feeling welcome
Under the blue sky
Where the American flag flies
High
Sounding the call
Down at the mall
Holiday sale all
Month long
Playing patriotic songs
Before debating what is wrong
Making us blue
Wondering exactly what is true?
That is how we act
And if you do not like it, go pack
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