in the build of a nest for the flower
of my love interest
I gather gold and diamonds
sweetest thyme fragrant of the moon
twigs of lore, feathered with hope
in the strongest tree on the safest limb
with unfettered view of the sun's rise
the mountain hues
the mellow scents of hope
small treasures, I hope
beat in your heart
our wings
together.

The non-planet, poor Pluto,
Circling far out and forgotten,
I cast my thoughts around you,
Knowing you are like many here,
Too insignificant to be noticed,
And yet, still worthwhile, for sure.

I caress the cold of Neptune,
Her super speed winds whip by,
She has no thought for me, too busy,
As is her sister, Uranus, circling,
Unaware that I, or others, even exist,
Yet, we are made of the same stuff,
Stardust, so exotic, so varied; so us.

My thoughts come leaping back,
Arcing around the rings of Saturn,
Slipping between sparkling icy dust,
Navigating the dark reaching fingers,
Stretching impassively from their host,
Guiding my eye to the little moons,
Knowing that life might thrive there.

I somersault away to King Jupiter,
He used to wander, he battled hard,
Casting out the rogue gas giant,
Clearing the way for the rocky worlds,
Giving life to us all, before drifting back,
Cajoled by Saturn, his anger still rages,
The red spot storm churning, his moons,
Observing, as Jupiter takes on all comers.

And we, the rocky four, so grateful,
As Jupiter snaffles the debris, holds it,
Or hurls it away, so we live, we learn,
Our inner sisters too hot, brother Mars,
Too cold, for now, but one day, yes,
As we begin to bake, Mars awaits,
To welcome us for a million years, or so,
A blink of an eye, universally speaking,
But home has hope, hope offers life,
Unlike our unwanted distant cousin,
The non-planet, poor Pluto.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

visible

by shadowed
casts

with small artifacts
reflected

a small glow
in the dark

looking black

until I focus or un
my eyes

look askance and catch

it is not absence of colors
or glow

the why
I am

invisible

if wish merged with might
grew a tail and string was strung
from when i was thirteen
on a green grass field to now
in the air so high above
would swoosh
my kite
all the birds would be flying
below.

as the trees sway shedding all their leaves
a cat hides under the dark shadow of garbage
left for whoever
away goes through the black ditch
the water
carrying the fallen limbs
while
in the background golden
out of focus
glows a blue moon
just above the dark
horizon

complex
         a different contest
the baddest ***
combination of unique
       syllables
flexing
              neurons in the mirror
passing out
   while holding my breath waiting
this is internet
              reality
I spasm into the vastness
             of tweets
of plusses
       hearts I never see
I spasm
  go nuts
but my complexion
          
clears up.

Absquatulate,
           flee to the unknown,
where I can be an organism
            of concinnity,
deipnosophist I will,
            dine with Plato on an herb
deracinate me,
             become a dance or song
with effable eternity
flatline...

to infinity,
or possibly....

continue to hunt and peck.

you have heard  about rainbows over a hill
around the corner
when
in the deepest burrow you just wanted
a meal or drink
a hit
screaming silent you
remember
i do
then
hearing a good song
on someones radio,
someone with electricity,
the closest us me most of we
ever get to
a rainbow horizon hill 

There's something about
that new weatherlady

in her form-fitting dress
not too short or so long

she's got that Kardashian
thang going on

******* like cumuli

waiting on a strong
Southern breeze
to stir up a warm front.

:)

like broken mirrors
reflect
changes
diffused with
spectrums blue
in contact where
the object sits
contact relationships
of localized color
cannot be blue
if the light
illuminating it
is
true....

I am a gingerbread
   sweet tangy ******* head
addicted to making
   marmalade sunsets
playing funeral organs
    cooking grass
on my BBQ
     I stir with
olde english
     marinade with you
on a bed of roses
     on our hill
growing wild sassy
          cooking stews
of parsnips wild onions
     marmalade you and
the morning dew.

good day,
     said the Daisy to the **** with a Morning Glory bow.
Hello, it is good! , returned the Nettle
        catching a ride on the Cattail.
Hi, everyone, said I, smiling.
    We are all up early again,
watching, the Sunflowers sleep in.

lines If
             I ( could once write
                brilliance seen read lived Yes
                                     complete a sentence
      in a straight line
                            thought
obliterate waking knowledge let go of
inhibitionsandliveprecariously
        followwwwwwww
the rules

if alll cammmmetrue

illogically as it seems
                         peace
would rain daily on doves wings and Jack would run up the hill with Jill
again.