#orb
for its stature and awe, are equal not to its diurnal cuz,
its normative superior, but this eve, its tender gaze
displaced, replaced, but a glaring whiteness beamed
so bright, this substitute, our pupils pierced
our iris’s burnt brown, moon light fearsome bright
and daytime, angrily yields to it youthful usurping
superhero this nocturnal day, our eyelids only open tadpole wide,
yet vistas and horizons are etched in bright clarity
we traverse the streets and beaches with no hesitation. but cup our hands to forehead, as a shield o’er eyes in deference to its fervor’d singularity, the beach’ed shells gleam like sky~stars in the sand, as if
they were lamplights lit to guide the way, our travel safety insured
we put aside any interior contemplation,
our exteriors so overwhelmed,
thinking only of this mysterious miracle
of an unnatural role reversibility, and wonder if our lives be
fore ere change’d
and the words of poets must score and homage
our novel disordering
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
Lit in the corner
Sitting, magical moon Fairy
Trapped in a glass orb
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
while our massive
magnificent blue orb
turns in slow grace
and basks in the sun
i live my days
in self absorbed ways
but now and then
… like now
i step out into space
and look down on
my insignificance
i live my life down there
basking in the sunshine
of your warm regard
and the odd smile
from a well-meaning stranger
loving the beauty i see
it’s all that i’ve got
and is mostly enough
for my brief ride
on this magnificent
massive blue orb
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
the old truck
I'm guessing from the 60's
now being devoured by trees
at the edge of this farm
melting into the hundreds of acres
a remnant
I took the back roads this time
on my latest sanity saving trip
to the Outer Banks
Where I'll pick through the
fragmented shells
looking for the few that made
the journey in one piece
like the scavenged souls we meet
I took some pictures where the
lighthouse peeks over the dunes
and spotted something in photo
after photo
an orb appears in each
and changes position with
every click of the camera
perhaps a soul
victim of a ship gone down
from one century or another
stepped out from his grave
the Atlantic
to enjoy a stroll along the beach
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
When we were still dating
my wife use to see orbs in the sky
all the time
called it distant planets
I still wonder.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC
The Pyramid is the Messenger
of the Spirit world after we pass on.
We all must resolve to consecrate
our actions to the Pyramid there.
The Orb is the handmaid that
every soul is given for its care.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
Moon
smiles
Though the sky
Gets dark and sad
Becomes more resplendent,
Luster, an optimistic satellite
Though its alone in the dim firmament
Its sheen does not waver
Gives a wider,
Brighter,
Beam
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Suddenly, the silence prevails
and approaches me with a verdant orb
in it's hands
The cold wind is passing by
gesturing my reverie
Sometimes harshly
like frozen needles piercing
your naked body
Sometimes softly
like sun beams clasping
your naked soul
Around me blooms
of every hue and for every mood
Each one narrates it's own tale
My shadow revolves around
a cold emerald
I am that colour now
It escorts me to the carriage
of the winter I was longing for
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Like an aberration
A colossal of ways
Is when the moonlight
Meets the sun raise
Time-lined asphalt
Orb shadowing the dawn
Avoiding flickering wounds
By moving on
Like a neighbor
A wall mould to clay
That is the burden
Between night and day
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
summer's golden orb
stayed for many a long day
its heat so intense
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
her orb's silver beams
shall regale the sky's dark realm
a moon new in phase
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
with glints so bright
this morn the sun's happy orb did rise
with glints so bright
bedazzling of a shining light
was to an eye fine in surprise
its radiance nice to apprise
with glints so bright
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Time stops when your losing sun.
The days always shorter than the night.
You can hear the hands pushing against the present like children on the 25th, inside a little gift hits the box like tick... tock.
That sound stretches slowly to hide the silence.
A reassurance that your reality is what it is.
A minute takes a minute, a week feels infinite, a month feels like twelve, you've lost yourself in a year.
Time stops when your losing sun.
A storm can last four seasons.
Darkness can make you feel like an ant.
An ant in a storm. hmmm.
An environment where a drop of water can drown you, trap you in a gravitational orb with practically no way out.
If air could be happiness your drowning.
Your view is getting darker as it all fades to black.
your last gasp in vain as reality fills your lungs.
Then darkness.
Your sun has set.
The light is gone.
Time.... stops.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
The orb of night is pulchritudinous tonight,
And not a breath of life in this house seems to notice.
My eyes on you, Your eyes on me,
Viciously music trapped between the bed and windows;
Innocents tiptoeing along the hall,
And us.
While walking towards your car,
I suppose inferring that:
The orb is pulchritudinous tonight,
But what I decry is meant for self-revelation or not at all.
You look at me and smile.
I will always admire the way you glow is so generous to,
Those unaware of the way she fills my eyes.
A delicate modesty.
You open my door,
And I am thankful;
But can’t help wishing to be with someone who notices that,
The Orb is Pulchritudinous tonight.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
those who worshiped the sun
were right to honor majesty and power
to seek what truly gives us life
but the sorrow of their song
what they deemed as divine
was one small part of one fiery word
that blew out from the lips and mind
of the True Consuming Fire
a tragedy
staring at that little orb
did blind them to the Truth
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
The bayed back feeling that once was you
Boiling down the ethereal , in differences
I cross the twi's lights knowing I will be
here . . . for a thousand years
This is astound , no reason is clear
Where the smell of grass comes to pass
You remember a kiss that won't disappear
. . . . . . beyond a thousand years
Tuesday . . . dragging the clouds away
Hearing the voices that were never there
Telling me to hang my ethereals out to dry
It may take a thousand years
Cold hearted orb dressed in white satin
embrace the shadows you cast across
Tell all the Knights lacking they cannot win
Not in a thousand years
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sun burns away the day, Night is born,
Wrapped in blankets of clouds, handsome lad.
Tell the stars that I am jealous of the moon,
For with the dying of each new day;
Crystal orb with swaddling of mist and light,
Nursemaid that she is-
She attends, O precious delight,
The infant Night!
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC