If quantum mechanics were understood,
and black hole singularities, space-time,
and gravity's well swallowed in a flood,
would bend to genius effort of this rhyme,
instead, might solve a wicked delusion:
that I am Center of the Universe.
If the Bell Curve, for IQ, ends confusion,
then my so-called “god-hood” status, a curse,
permits the information paradox,
a test, to irradiate my manic strain,
turning Schrödinger's Cat into a fox,
collapsing my wave-function to Planck domain.
What now remains, is for me to theorize:
will this strange rhyme win me a Nobel Prize?
Countless Cosmic Constellations
Colossal Combustible Clouds
Confluences of Chrysalis Crystals
Collectives of Choreographed Colors
Constant Creation Collisions
Corrective Course Corrections
Cosmonauts Crashed Craft
Countless Cosmic Consternations
Infinite possibilities.
We are of stardust and galaxies.
*'A Romantic or Celestial Crystalline Poetry Contest'
*Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
*Entered on: 09/07/2025
The God who did the cosmos spread,
is still alive, he is not dead.
Nietzsche declared that God is dead,
No wonder he soon lost his head.
The vastness of the universe
declares this God to me and you.
Only a God who’s infinite
can create what seems infinite.
The concept of infinity
reveals a godly quality.
So, though the world seems infinite
yet only God is infinite.
Infinite God, showed Infinite love
Sent down his Son, from heaven above
Bore mankind's sin, died for our race
Infinite God, showed Infinite grace.
Finite man, let thy heart ponder
Should not God's acts, inspire wonder?
Into God's grace, you are invited
Let not his love, go unrequited.
The sense of peace and silence that you bring as you are present is unlike any other.
My soul wants to not just kneel before you but lay down on the earth you created and worship you for the very breath you have given me.
My soul longs for you, my God.
King of the universe.
Yahweh.
God created universe for the love of Muhammad
Created sun and moon for the desire of Muhammad
Said be and was universe, written all from start to end
Recited Quran as a whole, for the glory of Muhammad
All saints had come, to mosque their faces daubed
Said word of testament, for the noor of Muhammad
Companions had conquered, next ones emulate
Eight heavens laid out, for the love of Muhammad
At skies birds flied, montanes and stones watered
Trees gave fruit, for the love of Muhammad
Infidels had come, from him they took faith
Prayed five times a day, for the love of Muhammad
Jonah praised cause him Quran praised
Remember and say Salawat, for the love of Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Shh...
close your eyes to find your peace
listen to the wind and its mystic secrets
The universe the clouds the sun the moon
have their own cosmic language
and who better to translate than the wind
Shh...
close your eyes and stand very still
give it time to harmonize mind heart and soul
There I now have stars in mine hair.
Attained cosmic radiance beyond compare.
The light of the stars is now all mine.
Cosmos being shifted by my will so divine.
There I now hold the Suns in my hands.
Providing warmth and light to all my lands.
Photosynthesis one of many original laws,
I am simply a new goddess healing flaws.
There I now have the Moons atop my head.
Shifting the tides and oceans of all people.
Guiding in times of darkness and dread,
As I am purifying nights, purging all evil.
There I now hold the Earth in my arms,
As my prayers for every nation and child
Slowly unfold over time reducing the harms
And someday life will be more mild.
O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
They say the Borealis reached down as far as me last night
But clouds were all I could manage to see last night
Still I felt some comfort in just knowing that it's there
Even though it managed to escape my wondering wandering stare
How many wonders do we wonder about as we wander 'round alone
How many blunders do we wonder about we blunder about alone
I can't help thinking I'll know someday in my own way
I remember back in the day back on the farm
Dad called us out to the yard to see the Northern Lights
When not far from parental arms I was learning my direction
Do I know more about direction now?
Do I have more direction now?
Would I like more direction now?
Do I have direction now?
Those are some of the wonders I wonder about
If the solar winds blow through the Universe
I wonder if that wander that might prompt me to verse
Is not the wonder which wanders through my mind
And finds someplace to rest
Lighting in, and on, and then moving on
To darkness everywhere
I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet
With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way
Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender
Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
As I dodged a mounted fender fellow and lived to tell the tale
Perhaps because the Universe expands beyond our ken
We can't escape the breakneck pace that plagues the mass of men
I'm thankful now, at this remove, I did not join the glass
And stopped to think… and it's the key… to not let this thought pass
Shock waves ripped through China
on July 20 1999
Good versus evil
in a whirlwind of vicious crime
Millions of innocent people
faced life and death then
By the jealous head of China
the dictator Jiang Zemin
He ordered all means be used
to eradicate Falun Gong
His intention to eliminate
in three months was strong
More than 26 long years
countless lives destroyed
Now transnational repression
the persecution was deployed
As horrendous as ever
while denying it all
The face of evil
will surely take a fall
The worlds people are awakening
to the truth each day
Falun Gong is good
and is here to stay
As time passes by
days into years
The ancient practice grew
beyond the fears
Despite the persecution
Falun Gong spread worldwide
Through word of mouth
practitioners thrive
Truth, compassion and tolerance
is what the world needs
Falun Gong is the Great Law
that sows universal seeds
Midnight silence is somewhat ambiguous
its naked truth intrinsically alive and universal
borders on emptiness and plenitude
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There is a cosmic reason
we’ll find greatness in every little detail
~ the universe in constant evolution
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Consciousness, a fragile spark—
Flickers bright—then fades to dark.
The mind, a house of airy rooms,
Echoes silent in its tombs.
No longer does the heart attend
The thoughts that flutter—break, then bend.
The pulse, the nerve, the waking eye,
All bow before the final sigh.
No ghost of thought—no lingering dream,
No whisper floats upon the stream.
The brain, the throne, dissolves to dust,
And all the self returns to rust.
Yet in the hush—perhaps—remains
The fleeting warmth of earthly chains.
A life well-loved—a fleeting sun—
Extinguished—yet it was begun.
The end is quiet—nothing more,
A closed and softly shut sealed door.
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