You’d think it’d be pretty,
To see a falling sun,
Yet here in the city,
It seems much less fun.
There’s nowhere to hide,
From the heat and the fire,
No oceans to find,
Only jobs looking to hire.
Yet the pay is atrocious,
And everyone is depressed,
The manager has halitosis,
And there’s civil unrest.
Justice is dead,
The courts have All said as such,
Maybe I should go to bed,
But we can't do that much.
Categories:
suns, political,
Form: Free verse
The suns had never had a queen before
But it was an idea the solar system did not deplore
Matter of fact, some planets thought it was the way
To honor a sun who was merry, joyful and gay
They held a contest and the willing female suns strutted in
One of the older ones had spittle sliding off her chin
A young sun dabbed it with a hankie, helping her immediately too
As far as the judges were concerned, this is what a queen should do
Placing their ballots in secret, they figured out right away
That the empathetic young helpful sun was merry, joyful and gay.
They gave her a gorgeous tiara made of flowers in pastel blue
She was excited, and appreciative and grateful too.
Categories:
suns, fantasy, sun,
Form: Rhyme
A thing that yearns in constant devour,
And finds itself to be a constant sour,
Totally dissolute… and an accumulation of none,
Is the thing that burns, at a constant run.
For the thing is… in all its effortless glory,
The ache of a thousand suns.
Categories:
suns, art,
Form: Free verse
‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov
The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths.
Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths
that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths.
The dandelion turns from sun to moon.
A dandelion morphs from sun to moon
for wishes cast so young and old may swoon.
The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march of time.
My Shepherd’s Clock is marking march of time
as day would turn to night with stars sublime.
The moonlight whispers capture early twilight
of moonlit scenes betwixt erstwhile twilights—
a transformation silence cloak the night.
The fairy clocks now spent, they dream of sheen
of mornings when they shone, showily preened.
Categories:
suns, flower, life, metaphor, nature,
Form: Sonnet
The Power of a thousand rising suns
Do I feel the power of a thousand rising suns
Over a blazing sky when the day has just begun
Do I touch the sky on a blue never ending
As I chase the sun wanting a day unending
I wonder if my dreams are still flying free
Whilst others feast on things not important to me
For I’ve had dreams and wishes that collide
Churning and changing into something I can’t abide
Am I drifting on a naked deep blue ocean
As it has forever swayed and been in motion
Do you wander alone on that open sea
As I wait wanting something created for me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
suns, life, power,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Two suns seen
In the heaven
Going in one direction
One is rising
One is setting.
Categories:
suns, metaphor, power, uplifting, wisdom,
Form: Light Verse
The sun was impassioned by the moons prevailing ability
I insist you listen to my imploring whispers..
We shall waltz through the stars
Existing for indefinite time
And when i flare up impulsive flames
Your tranquility will immbathe my inferno
Drowning my shadows with your illuminationl
Exhausted i will finally be able to rest
And when I hide, you will become the tides
You're serenity will illumine the night sky
Your peaceful dominance will become essential
You're existence will bring sensitive individuality to
Harmoniously we will be the balance of opposite forces
to be each others inevitability
Without ones essance
Vitality will cease to exist
Categories:
suns, romance, together,
Form: I do not know?
Once a ballade upon chastised boughs,
It's now finished on the clouds.
And with their much too full skies,
Its own scruples disappear; the strife
While the sun of this morning goes—
Steps behind lumps in sugar coats.
No more a silver lineage, another crown—
That is the new heart weathering now.
I'm glue in bed; shook up the frame,
Within window sights— a picture of the rain.
Though the madness on curtains gone—
There is no ghost to be of the sun.
It would not pass through rain's skim,
For a shine on an unfaithful whim.
No place to stay on the soaking ground,
Its lemon tears dry on the clouds.
Dark times close for rainbows banished—
Not coming down, it willfully vanishes.
Categories:
suns, angst, care, introspection, light,
Form: Couplet
Thousands of bliss bubbles vibrate in our head,
capping, as it were, our presence in a mist,
wherein then thus by divine magnetism led,
heart sings on being by Divine Mother kissed.
Nodes within form, independent yet entwined,
all sing love’s song, being with bliss beats aligned
and the rapture we feel, with joy we exclaim,
effusing love and light, as our claim to fame.
Categories:
suns, spiritual,
Form: Rispetto
suns blinding brightness
sends eyes soaring for cover
grabbing my blue shades
Categories:
suns, life,
Form: Haiku
a thousand nodes ignited all at once
head ovoid glistens with magnetism
the spinal column up to Bindu zone
along with toroidal heart entwine
we thus remain, a delighted receptor
silently imbibing this bliss electricity
as both form and the spirit flowing
consciousness bilocates in stillness
Categories:
suns, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
i have touched a thousand suns
danced thru constellations infinite
lost myself wrapped in galaxies dreaming
tossed mercilessly from vortex to vortex
ran amok in meteoric showers across foreign skies
hidden in the eclipse shadows
pondered beneath the northern lights
in the purple-crimson sunsets
as quasars bore down on me
all of the glory the celestial heavens offer
none compare as watching the moonlight
softly in silence coming thru the window
gracing the face asleep next to me
a demanding volcanic lunacy
held in a breathless rapture
where time ceases
a vision escaping into eternity
the moon in its adoration
of the face asleep next to me
Oregon 10/23
Categories:
suns, devotion, moon,
Form: Romanticism
One day,
I got another sun
visible at night
lights up at night
comes out for me
alone
no one can't love my sun:
rises at the dark
sorrow and hiding,
sun of pain and tears
rhyming
appeared to me
had it been there before?
now-
my happiness fading away
my fence is empty
my future sleepless
toward the cliff wall that will shatter self
like the rushing sea
disappearing into white foam
like the speeding oceans
Can't comfort each other
I got two suns in my world
when you first saw me
It happened.
Categories:
suns, love,
Form: Free verse
each pore of form a door
each cell represents the whole
Holy Spirit manifests as magnetism
soul becomes living light scriptures extol
a million suns illuminate our head ovoid
from a centreless fulcrum we expand
how can form contain the energy
yet before you, here we stand
Categories:
suns, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
"through rising suns"
for us
never was the moon our time
always and forevermore
we dance with the rising sun
not to say we haven't met the moon
sealed with a kiss and embrace
you reach for me
I reach for you
leaving the scent of everlasting
just as the sun and moon
together
for us and us alone
music plays even when ended
but never ending for us
we feel moonlit dances through rising suns
SkyWatcher
07-29-23
Categories:
suns, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
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