#planets
Give me a minute
To read the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their laboured twinkling far and sparse
Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
My branches reaching for
The faraway moon
Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse
Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky.
And saw the clouds passing by.
The Moon was peeping through the clouds.
To me it seemed so fake; like a plastic in a vase !
But if I had a mind,
I could write about Pluto, Jupiter and Mars.
I could folio on a rainbow from Venus,
and have breakfast with stars.
Or I could spin the galaxies,
And play pinball with them.
But, I felt so helpless and small;
'Immense', that is what I could say in all !
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
The Universe
It's full of stars, planets, stardust
It's infinite
And in all of its infinity
I can't find anything, anyone
I would love more than I love you
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
You are the center of my solar system
You brighten up my whole galaxy
You shine the brightest among the stars
Oh darling why wont you study astronomy with me
So you'd know how much my heart aches for you
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
the universe
isn't vast enough
and big enough
to show you
how much
i love you.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
'tis a sad sad
tale of woe
of which I sing
of gods and godesses
and their lessening
how forlorn
the goddess Ceres
once loved by all
and wooed by many
when unprovoked
and unforeseen
a war was wrought
'gainst fair queen
caught unawares
her throne assailed
her forces scattered
'twas all unfair
cast down she was
from lofty throne
no longer crowned
no more beloved
pierced thru
with many thorns
belittled
and besmirched
her reputation
and now her station
lost far beyond
re-incarnation
silently
she slips away
lost
and near forgotten
wounded
and rarely seen
her sullen thoughts
of malice reign
shamed and bleeding
plotting her revenge
till time and chance
provide the proper
circumstance
then all the thorns
that pierced her thru
she shook as many blades
and hurled
those bitter barbs as one
'gainst Hades' mighty gates
shaken he
from his dark slumber
his rallied forces
armed in numbers
their banners raised
on solar breezes
as trumpets blare
thru breathless reaches
voices shout
in protestation
slide rules locked
in astrometric
calculations
oh see how Ceres
scorned and mocked
has wrought
her rotting vengeance
on Pluto's frozen rocks
"Oh woe to thee
my Persephone
flee thee now
to thy father's house
for thy husband's hearth
hath been broken
and Hades' home
now just a token
My lofty edifice
a shattered wrack
an' all that's left
'tis a humble
wretched shack"
Pic Poem
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Sometimes
we call them planets
Sometimes
we call them atoms
The wise man knows that there is no difference
He knows that they are truly one and the same
Within the same universe
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
To reach our Earth, the
Electromagnetic light
Circumvents all the planets.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
All the stars as one in unison
Make up the galaxy we're in,
Floating around a white celestial
Being on this planetary ship.
We'll wind up in the "path of Gods,"
A self-made volunteer appears with an
"Informative" plan to share "love's book,"
To speak of "things we'll find on this journey,"
No future planned stone can be pre-overlooked.
And in the skies float the particles
That started out light years away
Have finally made their touchdown,
Leaving the express universal highway
A rocky chunk of history found it's way to town.
A story that is so ancient, so in tune with time,
That it even has developed a star-struck
Lightning fire in the backyard of galactic life,
And what sprouted from the ashy rubble is us,
Eyes hands and feet and all to experience,
To explore the many creations of natural love.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
If “dying is an art,” you do not do it well. I do not
have words, do not have thoughts; there is nothing inside
of me anymore. I am vacant, hollow, and if this is what
time travel feels like I do not want any part of it. Racing
past the stars, past the planets, past Andromeda's spiraling, galactic force,
I am light-years ahead and then light-years behind—I am
two years too late.
You cannot know, you will not know, how
Auriga is waiting in the sky to whisk you
away, away, away.
The bubbling of your oxygen sounds like the water fountains
you used to pass as a child, but there are no pennies at the bottom
of this. And I wonder, with your eyes closed, if you feel like you
are swimming. Barely treading water, fighting to keep your head above,
choking on salt and brine as you try to kick your feet, try to
swim to Lake Michigan’s shoreline. I want
Poseidon to spit you out of sea like a cork, want
Neptune to come alive through the mosaics of your bathroom and
lead you away from the great, black, wave of stars that is
breaking and crashing and barely brushing your bare feet.
Some fish were meant to drown. You are
not one of them. Pisces is meant to swim forever.
This time machine has dropped me back into my nightmare again,
but it is not only mine, it’s yours. I am trying to read
the constellations, trying to map the planets, trying to figure out
the moon cycles, but I fear that this is a language I had learned once
and tried to forget—we are now digging each others graves.
The nurse in blue, the doctor in white, the sun in gold, and you,
red as dead and clotted blood, have merged into a new dialect
that does not mirror what I know the way the
Gemini twins mimic one another in the cosmos. (I think
I have lost my ability to speak with angels
and this terrifies me.)
Is God whispering the secrets of the world into your ear yet? Is Jesus
showing you how to be holy? Are you tearing the bread for communion
and feeding it to the birds? Are you taking shots from His heavenly blood,
getting drunk off the possibility of closing your eyes, leaning back, and
watching Perseus fight your battles for you?
Do you want to be a constellation, too?
I am eighty miles away from you, but it feels more like
eighty light-years. I am watching you through someone else’s eyes and
choking myself with my own hands as I try to show you
what you mean to me. My hands are cracked and bleeding from
pounding them against the wall you constructed around yourself, but you
don’t have control over that wall anymore, do you?
You are too young to ride Pegasus in the night sky, too young to
build your own wings, too young to fall and drown like Icarus. You
know how to swim. You are learning how to fly. There is no
reason for you to shake God’s hand yet. Put the halo down—
you are not ready.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
spinning violently
the roaring rush dampened by
dark infinity
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
my eyes still burn
from the last time we locked them
you and I are like
fires
everyone and everything around us
trying to extinguish us
but our eyes
they meet and make a forest fire
they meet and planets explode
it's like there's nothing else
keeping me from moving on
except for the way our eyes
used to ignite at a mere glance.
Jul 21, 2022
Jul 21, 2022 at 11:20 AM UTC
Across
mountain
peaks
like
the
spikes
of your
hair
my fingers
brush,
careening off
glaciers
and sliding
down hidden
slopes.
Curved and
crossed
as the bones
in your spine,
smooth
and
strong
like
the
gliding
wings
of
a hawk.
The tawny-colored
feathers
echoed
in each
iris.
A look,
haunting.
Chills
and
weightlessness
invade
my body
curled
next
to yours
in perfect
sync
to your
heartbeat.
Where
waterfalls
overflow
our emotions
capsizing
our lonely
individual
vessels
amid galaxies
colliding
each
other
on a
spiraling
journey
of
passion.
The heat.
Bronzer
than the
sun in
Summer.
My love.
My moon
and
my stars.
My one
and
only.
Just
two
out-there
planets
together
forever.
Undiscovered,
untarnished,
undefiled
by humanity.
A secret whisper
from
the
nebulas…
*I
love
you….*
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Thinking that maybe there is music on planets other than our own
With different tones that we just can’t seem to hone
And instruments like triple necked trombones made of recycled robotic bones
Rockstar aliens playing in bands and doing gigs on planets in neighbouring zones
A gigantic galactic space tour to call their own and silver and chrome skyscraper cities to rock and roam
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
I am Pluto. Cold, alone, small, and distant.
I am the misunderstood.
The outsider.
The one who isn't the one.
The one who is the outcast.
The one who is cold.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Months have gone by and still
you echo in my black hole,
your lips still brushing mine
in the wind that caresses my face,
your voice whispering through
the riffs and chords of songs,
your body visible in the contours of trees,
your face in the curves of the clouds,
and looking up desperately at
the night sky,
I envision you glancing at the same stars,
your soul having been imprinted permanently
on the Earth's ceiling,
so even when I close my eyes
you linger in the corners of my mind,
a universe of
constellations and planets,
galactic clusters of
immortal memories and undying
desires.
Months have gone by as I
continue to orbit around
the memory of you,
tilting onto your axis,
spinning round and round as
I try desperately to get back
to you, but you're
galaxies away.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
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
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Do birds question their existance?
Do bees think they're alive?
Does the walrus fight the resistance?
Do horses just survive?
Does the grass give a rat's ***
Do the trees even care?
Do the shrubs think the bushes are crass?
Do the flowers curse and swear?
Do the rolling plains feel plain?
Do the mountains feel like a molehill?
Does the ocean just go through the motion?
Do the valleys lay in alleys like road ****
Does the Earth feel worth?
Does Uranus feel hanus?
Does Jupiter hate its girth?
Our Universe is the worst!
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Have you ever
Truly, contemplated
The Void?
Have you?
Really?
Ever?
It's blackness
surrounds us
In all directions
Wrapped in its
Utter empty
Dark embrace
And we spiral down
within it
Like a lost soul
In a deep
Gravity well.
Around a yellow
Many-blessed star
Which itself
Circles the
Frigid centre
Of a Galaxy
A wide, Milky way
Saggittarian armed
Which itself
Is moving
Circling away
from a point
with its
Peers contained in
The Virgo cluster
Away, and away.
One day to unite
Violently
With Andromenda
2 million years
Of light away
Herself
In a collision
So vast,
the heavens will
Tremble
And worlds
Will spin
Off their axis'
And yet, this
Is as nothing
When compared
To the void.
The nothingness
The totality
Alpha - Omega
It watches us
Mutely
Waiting
Our turn
To return
It watches all its
Galactic children
As they
Run away
Gravity wise
Forever, eternally
From the point
At which they
Formed/born
Heat, energy
Perfect symmetry
Broken and
Shattered
Resulting
In the Void
That point
Is where the Void began
It's career of
Darkness and
Silence
Its airless cold presence
Embraces all
And ever since
Its......................
Nothingness has been
Increasing
Relentless
Light year upon
Light year
Yes, it is truth
Nothingness
Is the true nature
Of this Universe
God's creation
That we think
So mundane
The one we feel
Is packed with life,
Woods, hills, tree
Small towns
Pieces of paper
But we live in a special place
Places that are something
Are the exception
Not the rule
Which is no thing
We are so rare,
like a single teardrop
In a pacific ocean of
Nothing
Beyond here
Up there
Down there
Across there
It seems filled to
Brim with stars
Twinkle with promise
But be warned
All the stars and
Galaxies (red and blue)
Would not fill
A millionth of a
Percentile
Of the universal void.
It swallows them
All, entirely
Gently staring at us
Forever
From its dark
Black eye
Think on that
And then
Think again
And again
You cannot
Contain it
No thing
Can
The stars
And all the planets
Nebuli and holes
black and dark
Are as nothing
Human beings
Thought
Ephemeral
Taken whole
Compared to the real
Stuff of Universe
Which is void.
Think upon it
As much as you can
On a cloudness night
Stare into the sky
And realize
You are truly
looking into
Eternity
A void so utterly empty
That all things
that are, or will be
Mean no thing
To it, its deep
black heart
And complete
Perfect
emptiness
If you do not
Swoon with fear
And tremble
With excitement
At the reality of
This fact
Of your
true existence
And of
Your private
privililge
To glimpse
At this no thing
From a tiny
blue/white
rock-made ball
Of a home
Trapped in nothing
Then you have not
Truly
Contemplated
The reality of
The Void.........
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Good morning, my friend.
As we awake to another beautiful sunrise,
your eyes radiate the burning star of your soul and
shine upon the cold moon of my heart,
allowing you to see me as I truly am;
A simple mixture of water, rock and minerals,
working in perfect balance to float through the empty vacuum of this space.
Your light shines upon my imperfections,
laying them bare.
The warm glow of your rays has sprouted life
in this barren landscape.
I yearn for your gravitational pull.
If my inching towards you throws the solar system out of alignment,
then I will stay close by as we watch the planets collide and
the milky way melt into shooting stars,
nourishing the primitive life forms that grow inside me until a
new ecosystem sprouts from the combined forces of our energy.
Good morning, my friend.
Thank you for your sunshine.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
you say you
need space;
but you are
my space.
you are all the stars
in my night sky,
the moon
that i look at every night,
and you are
all of the planets
in my galaxy.
so how am i
supposed to give you
space?
the whole sky will come
crashing down
on me.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC